AN: Now we can finally get into my telling of Ranma and stop borrowing from Rumiko so much! Please review folks!

AN: I acknowledge Rumiko Takahashi as the creator and owner of Ranma ½ and in no way claim any form of ownership.

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A Touch Of Fate

Chapter 2

A shout of, "Ranma Saotome! You will be punished for what you did to me! I will never forgive you!" With this ever so subtle warning that I was about to be attacked, I managed to leap out of the way of the giant swinging spatula with relative ease.

Upon closer inspection, the face of my attacker seems vaguely familiar. Apparently male, but with surprisingly gentle features. In fact the most gentle features I have ever seen on a guy. Long hair too. Unless… this is a cross-dresser perhaps? But why? Obviously the person did not look entirely like a guy. Maybe even a little feminine. Trying to learn more from this person I ask, "Couldwe go somewhere a little more private to discuss the issue.

While I continue to dodge the swinging Spatula, the person spits out, "What is there to discuss, you stole my honour from me, so now I fight to get it back!"

I try to slowly dodge away in a manner that leads her out of the school property, my attempts are stopped short by her throwing mini spatulas, forcing me to jump out of the way accompanied by a shout of, "I know what you are trying to do Saotome! You will stay here and let the public witness your shame, just as they witnessed mine!"

Giving up on the subtle approach, I jump clean out of the property and making a beeline for the park, making sure that the Spatula wielder was hot on my tail. I head several ways, just to throw off any potential pursuers before I settle in a secluded spot. Landing seconds after me from our rooftop adventure was the spatula welder. I realize that whoever this was had decent martial arts skills to be able to keep up at the pace that I have went at.

I then ask, "At the very least could you give me a name so I could recognize you?"

Scoffing, I hear the reply, "How could you not realize who I am? I am the one that you are your father have dishonoured!"

Signing, I answer "The old man has done many things that I really am I not proud of, usually without my knowledge. There is so many that I honestly need a name to remember."

"Fine, enough excuses! I am Kuonji Ukyo. As a child you called me Ucchan. Now, let us fight to restore my honour!"

I try to hold my arm out as and indication to wait, but the old onslaught continues. I dodge with relative ease, but refuse to return the attacks. Finally out irritation the attacks ends and receive a shout of, "Why are you not responding to my attacks? Do you wish to dishonour so much that you will not even fight me?"

Shaking my head I answer, "It has absolutely nothing to do with that. I am just trying to figure out why you would be attacking me. I can't recall what I did to dishonour you."

"Think back to when you were leaving, jackass. That is when you committed you foul."

Reflecting on it I remember my father pulling me on an unusual cart. Then I cry out, "It was the cart wasn't it! But how does stealing dishonour you, if you don't mind me asking?"

"How can you not possibly know?! It was a dowry, on the condition that he takes me with him and you!"

I freeze that statement and stutter, "But… how… a dowry... why would my father take a dowry from a boy?!"

" I am not a boy, jackass! I was born as a girl. But you are your father destroyed my honour as a woman by stealing my Okonomiyaki cart! Because of you I was ridiculed by all the girls because I would never be able to marry! I was forced to give up my womanhood, and now I will fight you and make you suffer what I did to take my honour back!" She shouts at me.

My mind refuses to accept this. " You have to be joking me, " I say in denial. My childhood friend that I had thought was a boy could not be a girl.

Suddenly she forcefully undoes the top couple of buttons of her shirt, to reveal chest bindings. Seeing this I look at her with sorrow filled eyes she continues, "By giving up my womanhood, I was forced to live my life as a man!"

"I am so sorry Ucchan, I am so sorry! I had no idea, honestly! Please believe me!" I cry out.

Angrily she replies, "Why should I believe you?"

It had been a cloudy day, and it was very obvious that it was going to rain. When my fight with Ukyo had started, all thoughts of this had left me mind. So now as it started pouring I was caught off guard by what had happened. In front of Ukyo I changed into a girl. Slowly I mumble, "Because I have been forced to give up my manhood."

She looks at me, just I shocked as I had been with her, and barely manages to string together her question. "How….why…. how did you turn into a girl? That sound be impossible!"

From there I explain to her the whole mess surrounding Jusenkyo in my life, and how the curse works. Still not believing me, I see her slowly make her way up to me, before her hand landed on my chest. A couple of squeezes later, I comment, "That is usually not something you'd do in public."

She turns best red as she realizes what she was doing, as says, "Well I guess I really couldn't punish you in any way more fitting than what has already happened to you. I gave up my womanhood, you lost your manhood. It doesn't change the fact that your father will pay!"

Smirking I say, "Believe me, I have absolutely no objection to that. Do what you will." I pause a little more hesitant on the next line of conversation before I decided that the blunt approach would be the best way to go. "Ukyo, there is something else that you and I need to discuss. What are we going to do about our apparent "engagement"? My father is already trying to force a Tendo girl on me, so I can only imagine what will happen now."

Looking at me incredulously she exclaims, "Does he have any belief in honour at all? Or even commitment for that matter?!"

Shaking my head, I mutter "He has no honour at all. He is just a snivelling coward, the worst sort of trash to walk of this planet!"

She seems shocked by my hatred of my father, but seems to decide not to comment on it. Pressing along she says, "I really don't know. I guess for now I will stay here until we can figure things out. Besides I need to regain my womanhood, which means getting you engaged to me for real!"

"Ukyo, please don't force the issue. I have too much going on right now. I don't need another problem-"

She interjects, "Is that all I am now? A problem?"

I just shake my head and reply, "You know full well that that is not true. I just mean our engagement is really a lot more trouble. Just let me work through my other problems right now, please Ukyo. But I would love to have the chance to get to know my childhood friend again."

Smiling at me she nods, "Okay. But call me Ucchan again if we are going to go back to being friends."

Offering a smile of my own I quietly say, "Call me Ranchan again, then Ucchan. I there is one thing that it would not hurt to have right now, it is friends."

With that said, we part ways as I know she has a lot to take care of if she wishes to stay here now. Though she and I have quite a large gap between us right now, the part of our conversation that I was fixated on was her saying that she had given up her womanhood and lived as a man, much in the way I must now live as a female. I can only imagine what struggles she must have faced. Much in the same way I had to struggle with being hit on by guys and the like.

When I got home the old man was waiting for me, with that ever so loathsome look on his face of 'it is time to fight.' Then says, "Boy, I hear that you left in the middle of school after so stranger attacking you. If it took you this long to beat him, you obviously need some more training. I didn't train to take all day to beat a slouch."

Getting into a fighting stance, I bite out, "The only slouch around here is you, old man. Turning into a panda is a perfect match for you. All you do is sit on your ass and eat. Let's go old man."

Angrily, he charges me, and yet another round of fighting with my old man begins. But at the very least, I now have an old friend of my back. With her arrival, come a host of new problems. I have a sneaking suspicion that this only the first of many such occurrences.

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