(Re-Posted January 11th 2007)
Disclaimer; This fanfiction uses existing ideas, characters and or worlds, but is an independent work of art. I own nothing, hence the reason for publishing my writings here instead of in real books where I could make some money.
"Assassin!"

There was no more warning before several hundred muscled pounds of angry werecheetah lunged from the door to the living room and at the unconscious shape on the couch.

Ranma, however, was not about to have his only patient molested even by one of his hosts and managed to restrain Britanny. There were gouges in the ground where he had to use his claws to increase friction to match the strong woman in opposition.

"She is defenceless!" he growled, siphoning some chi from his surroundings to restore his ki supplies while he expended some ki in increasing his strength. "I will not allow harm to come to her in this state, even if you throw me out because of it! If you have issues with her, I will allow you to speak with her when she recovers, no sooner and no violence!"

If anyone from Nerima had heard him say this, they would have fainted from shock. The old Ranma was under the clear conviction that there was nothing that couldn't be solved with a strike or a kick, or at least it was what he was raised to believe. He had later learned otherwise, but hadn't really gotten a chance to apply this new discovery before being banished.

Britanny calmed down a little, and allowed Ranma to move her to a comfy chair opposite the sofa. She was still keeping an eye on the unconscious rat-woman, though.

"Now," started Ranma sternly. "Would you please tell me, and know that you are not under any pressure to speak, what is your problem with this woman?"

Britanny gave the unconscious woman one last glare before taking a deep, cleansing breath, which calmed her down some.

"Let me just say that I have three perfectly good reasons for hating wererats," she started, stressing the word of the lycanthropy species. "Firstly, and the most serious of them all, werecheetah and werewolves have been at war since before the time when the magical races moved to Jade. In fact, our races were left behind until we could settle our differences.

"Not long after I was born, the werewolves sent an offer of peace to our clan. The only reason it was even considered genuine, was because of the serious draught on the plains that made wildlife and water scarce. The clan hired a plane, and flew to meet the werewolves. Along the way, near the coast, the plane crashed somehow, and many of us died. These were shark infested waters, so more died while swimming for shore.

"When some of our clan came to shore, they found that the werewolves had arrived, and were starting to lend a hand, saving some of us.

"There was a banquet a few nights before the time when a ceremony was to be performed, a ceremony that would move us all, werecheetah and werewolves together, to Jade. On the night we were to leave, there was a raid, over half the remaining werecheetah were wiped out. We retaliated and it was a bloody battle. I am all that is left of the werecheetah clan. I hated the werewolves from the moment I heard they had done this …"

"Er …" interrupted Ranma cautiously. "This doesn't explain why you hate the wererats, does it?"

"The entire thing was arranged by one of the wererat leaders; Gothwrain," spat Britanny. "He gave the werewolf leader a magic tome full of spells. It was those spells that brought a draught to the plains, brought the airplane down, drew the sharks out, and slaughtered half the werecheetah that survived it. The price was to sell his own clan into slavery for the wererats. He sold them for power.

"The second reason is by far the worst, personally, of my three reasons," growled Britanny. The wererat twitched in her unconscious state. "This one, along with two others, broke into my room and put a collar on me!"

Ranma blinked. Putting on a collar was the worst?

"Er …" interrupted Ranma again. "Wouldn't the near annihilation of your species be the worst?"

"Of course, it was bad, and it robbed me of my birth parents, but without those circumstances, I wouldn't have been on the many adventures I have been on, and I wouldn't have met Stryyp, my muffin'," rationalised Britanny. "What was so bad about the collar was this jingling bell on it, and it couldn't be removed! Not by my strength and not even with Gina's lethal weapons."

"It isn't a weapon," interrupted Gina. "It is a tool, but you wouldn't want to squirm in it because it could have some rather unpleasant results."

"Yes, a weapon," agreed Britanny. "I nearly got the nickname Jingles! Only Dad managed to get it off, and he lost all the flesh and skin on his hand and forearm when he did … it grew back again, but it was still scary to witness."

"And the third reason?" asked Ranma.

"Her male companion, also a wererat, keeps groping me when he gets near me!" exclaimed Britanny.

This time, her tone had a strange effect. The wererat changed form to human, and curled into a protective, quivering ball.

"Uhkay," said Gina slowly.

"You scared her," deducted Ranma. There was a slight protective irritation in his voice.

"Didn't mean to," grumbled the calming and lightly ashamed werecheetah.

"Now, Ranma," said Gina. "Could you please explain why Beebee came rushing into the lab, screaming about attacks and started nudging me along the corridors until I walked on my own? Am I to assume this wererat is part of the explanation?"

"Okay," sighed Ranma and slumped onto the floor into a lotus position. "I was outside, meditating on some techniques I saw on Jade when I was attacked.

"One group was composed of three of these guys," at this, Ranma gestured to the unconscious wererat, who had started easing out of the ball. "Only one was a guy and the other seemed to have too big … er … endowments," it was always difficult speaking to others about those kinds of body parts … he never knew how people would react to certain words. Judging from the reactions of the two women and one bit bomb it appeared that he could have used a stronger word. "The other group was this bald chick, who also seemed a bit top-heavy, this bald, black mage with glasses, and this ninja guy with a silver sword.

"I didn't have much choice but to defend myself," concluded Ranma. "This one was the last one standing, before she fainted when I saved her from being chopped in two by the silver sword, so I started taking her in, figuring I could ask them all why they attacked me. When I got back outside for the next one, the rest had vanished."

"WERE YOU HURT?" asked a frantic Beebee, having forgotten that she was there for most of it. She may have been derailed for a while, what with the commotion that suddenly occurred, but she was now right back in her frantic mode, having heard about the end of the fight.

Ranma was about to answer in the negative when he found the bit bomb zipping around him, poking and prodding to find anything.

After a few moments, during which Ranma exchanged a confused glance with Gina, Beebee was satisfied that Ranma was not injured.

"Wait, hold on a moment here!" exclaimed Britanny, causing the wererat to curl up again. "Those guys used silver this time? Are they nuts?"

"Why?" asked Ranma, surprising the woman. "That stuff never hurt me … though not for lack of trying on my opponents' part …"

Gina looked like she was contemplating running some experiments with him as the subjects, while Britanny looked downright shocked.

"WHAT?" she demanded loudly.

"Geez!" cringed Ranma, rubbing his ears. "Not so loud! My hearing is still much better than in my human forms!"

Not catching the plural reference, Britanny continued to rant and rave for a few minutes about how impossible it was for a werecreature not to have serious reactions to silver. From what Ranma could gather, he was supposed to feel a burning on his very soul at the mere touch of the stuff … odd, he'd been in plenty of contact with silver since his transformation and the only reaction he had so far was bleeding when he was cut.

"OW!" he yelled when the werecheetah bit his shoulder. "What'd you do that for?"

Britanny didn't listen, but instead stared intently at the wound, which was closing itself up with speeds surpassing her own healing ability.

"What are you?" asked Britanny in a quivering voice. "Wounds inflicted by other werecreatures take twice the normal speed to heal … when it is compared to a human! And you aren't even affected by silver!"

"Apparently, I'm a weredinictis," replied Ranma evenly, watching as his mage suit closed up the holes torn into it. "One of a kind. Didn't you wonder about my fangs? 'Sides, I haven't been allergic to silver my entire life, why start now?"

Before Britanny could continue her ranting, Gina interrupted her.

"Brit, let it go, his species wasn't made by Iceron, doesn't it stand to reason that he doesn't have the same weaknesses as those he made?"

"But-"

"Has he done anything to warrant our suspicion or disbelief?"

"No, but-"

"Stranger things have happened, sis," added Gina, once more interrupting the werecheetah. "Time travel being only one of them … remember what you did to El Dorado? Hmmm?"

Britanny looked around rapidly, as though looking for any eavesdroppers.

"You promised not to bring that up!" she hissed behind her hand.

"But, is Ranma's condition harder to believe than us having to fight a talking dog for our existence in this time line?" asked Gina, avoiding the hissed declaration.

"I guess not …" sighed Britanny and slumped in posture. "Sorry I bit you …"

"No problem," brushed Ranma off. "I've had fiancées that did worse on a good day … that could almost be considered a love-bite." He added in a chuckle.

Beebee was not amused and glared between the unconscious wererat and the blushing werecheetah. They had better leave her love alone, or she'd make sure to make them pay … she knew she should go boom on the wererat, but Ranma had told her not to … maybe switch the salt and sugar … or short-sheet their beds … or arrange for a leaky roof over their pillow as well as some rain … or maybe running out of water and towels while either of them were in the shower … they would rue the day they tried to steal her love!

Gina, Ranma and Britanny were slightly unnerved as the bit bomb started cackling like a female villain in a spy movie.

After a moment, Beebee realised she was making sound in the real world, and the cackling came to a halt. Her face lit up and she hid herself behind Ranma in embarrassment.

"How about some lunch?" suggested Ranma, trying to change the subject, and the attention from the blushing Beebee.

"Great! I'll make some tuna sandwiches!" declared Britanny. In one fell leap, she cleared the room from her chair and was out the door, headed for the kitchen.

"Beebee, could you watch our patient, please?" asked Ranma kindly. Behind him, he heard the bit bomb agree. "Thank you." With that, Ranma got up and started out the room at a calmer pace than Britanny had. "So, Gina, do you know anything about filing a patent?"


Across town, in Lord Talon's lair, which was the basement of his parents' house, a bruised and scorched Zelda was stumbling into the lab. Her skin-tight clothing was barely hanging on, threatening to snap at any given moment and give anyone near her a free show of the goods.

She had returned to her senses just in time to see the werecat carry one of the ninja girls into the house. Fearing what damage he could do if he returned, Zelda picked up her fallen comrades and took off.

So, with a frozen and burned Daishi on her back, and a bruised Ionis pulled by the scruff of his neck, Zelda entered the lab, making sure to make an unnecessary turn that caused Ionis' head to smash into the door. It was a small payback for incinerating her, agreed … but many more were being made up as she travelled the city.

"How went the mission?" asked a snotty voice from the microscopes. Leaning over them with his glasses in his hair was Lord Peewee Talon, the ten year old super genius of genetics and similar subjects.

Zelda dropped her burdens and snapped into a pained salute.

"It was a partial success, Lord Talon!" she declared proudly. She had wanted to call him Peewee, but she was in too much pain to insult the boy who now had the power to make all the booboos go away.

One hand dug into a pocket on the inside of her outfit, and it soon came out with a dark bundle of hair.

She had found it not far from where Ionis was, and where she had picked up the Daishi-cube.

"Excellent!" exclaimed Lord Talon happily and snatched the hair. "You may put your fellows and yourself in the cell regenerators now."

"Thank you, Lord Talon!"


-Click!-

Romeo was happy, terrified and miffed.

-Click!-

He was miffed, because upon escaping with Moisha he discovered that he had fallen on one of his own shuriken and sheared off a sizable chunk of hair. He resigned himself to wearing a hat until it grew back. Terrified, because the werecat seemed to not only be an adversary more challenging than the werecheetah, he also seemed to have the power to make female wererats fall for him, leaving them open for the killing. He knew that this power existed because of Lydia's display of lust before the attack, and because all the way to this sleazy motel, Moisha had been moaning about the werecat being so strong, and big. He also discovered that Lydia had been taken prisoner by the werecat, which meant that not only would Gothwrain be furious with them for being discovered, but Lydia would be pissed at him for leaving her behind to be tortured for information. Though, with the power of seduction the werecat seemed to have, she was probably giving away information on her own to gain his favour. Oh, what fiendish plots that werecat must have to want all that information!

-Click!-

Now, the reason he was happy, was that he was currently taking advantage of Moisha being deeply unconscious, and taking incriminating photos of her for posterity. The five rolls of film would be developed by himself, as he didn't trust anyone else not to steal them with such good quality and subject.

-Click!-

"Hmmm …" hummed Romeo. "I need to move her again … she seemed to have gotten a rough landing on her bottom, it probably needs air to heal right … up it goes!"

-Click!-

It should be against the law to be this deliriously happy, though the reason for his happiness would more than likely get him arrested for some reason or another. But then, what Moisha would do to him if she found out about it would have to be more than enough punishment.

-Click!-

"Yes! Work with me, babe!"


As the discussion about patents died down, and Britanny was putting the finishing touches on lunch, the phone rang.

Ranma, being the closest one to it, reached out for it.

"Moshi-moshi, Diggers residence, how may I help you?" he recited as kindly as he could without sounding cheerful.

" Huh? Who is this? " asked a man on the other end.

"I'm Ranma," replied Ranma casually.

Almost as soon as he had said it, there was a discharge of energy in the room, right behind Ranma.

Ranma turned around and came face-to-face with a man with a flaming skull, staring right at him.

"Gah!" he squawked in surprise. This was a better method of intimidation than Soun's Demon Head technique.

"Dad!" cried Gina. "Stop scaring our guest!"

The burning skull gave Ranma a last glare before reverting to a man's head, greying hair and goatee. The man had a distinguished look about him. Ranma made sure to memorise the technique he used before its energy patterns faded completely away.

"My apologies," sighed the man. "Hello, I am Dr Theodore Diggers, my wife spoke kindly of you, I am the father of these three … er, Gina, where is your sister?"

"Tinkering on something in her lab," answered Gina in a yawn.

"What's up, dad?" asked Britanny, setting the tuna sandwiches on three plates, one being stacked in the principle of thirds … for every third the other two got, that plate got one whole, and so forth. Guess which plate was for her …

Dr Diggers released the hand Ranma had accepted in greeting and cleared his throat.

"A short while ago, I sensed some magical discharge in the area," he started seriously. "I sought out my apprentice, or rather my former apprentice after he changed to being a War Mage, and discovered that he had not been the one using it. This leads me to think there has occurred something here."

Ranma was fascinated with this conversation. They were talking about magic … he was interested in learning more about magic after hearing about it, but hadn't figured out whom to approach about learning it. Now, if he could only find more techniques …

"Well," said Gina, slightly hesitant. "Ranma was attacked in the yard, one of them was a mage under the employ of the shrimp, Peewee."

"Heh, those weenies didn't last a full minute!" scoffed Ranma. "Even with those three wererats fighting at the same time …"

"Speaking of which," interrupted Gina. "Is there a possibility of a lycanthrope becoming immune to silver? Or was that just a weakness of Iceron's spells?" she already knew the answer, but it was always nice to have someone more familiar with the field she was theorising about to confirm it for her.

"As far as I know, there was never made any lycanthrope by any other than Iceron," replied Dr Diggers slowly. "But, theoretically speaking, I would have to say that the weaknesses of his creations would not necessarily apply to others. What brought this on?"

"Me," replied Ranma cheerfully. "I'm a unique werecat, a weredinictis to be precise."

"Dinictis … where have I heard that name before …" mused Dr Diggers. "The ancestor to the housecat?"

"Yup," agreed Gina. "Let's just go over the story again … Ranma, feel free to jump in if I'm leaving anything out."

"Er … do I have to?" asked Ranma, realising that this meant he'd have to show his female side as well.

"Yes."

Raising his eyes to the ceiling, Ranma silently asked whatever deity was controlling his life why it always had to throw in so many problems.


"He's what?"

Nabiki couldn't believe what she had just heard. That poor woman had really started to get delusional, and she was dragging her sister down with her. They both seemed to believe that Ranma was fine and would call this evening sometime, which was the reason they refused to let her use the phone and why they were sitting very close to it.

"Ranma is going to call," repeated Kasumi fondly. Her sister really had a difficult time believing anything she didn't have any evidence of, such as this. She really should have a broader imagination where Ranma was concerned. He always had a way of surprising everyone in the most spectacular way. Rising from the dead was not such a great leap.

Nabiki shook her head. This was going too far.

" Uh …Hi, mom! I just called to say I'm fine … sort of … I'm currently in America, Atlanta, Georgia to be more precise. You can reach me at the number for Gina Diggers if you need to, just remember the fourteen hour time difference … Um, bye! "

"Oh my, I accidentally pressed the button," said Kasumi, removing her delicate finger from the answering machine.

Accidental my foot!

This changed everything. Nabiki's eyes widened and she could not help herself from replaying the message a few more times to authenticate the voice. It was Ranma!

Oh, this meant she would have to get married to him if she wanted more of the money and was unable to fall back on convincing him. Maybe she could have Auntie arrange them to be wed in the manner uncle Genma did, on family honour …

"And he has been very manly while away!" added Nodoka happily. "I called right back and was answered by a woman named Beebee, who confessed to loving him! Oh, I'll have grandbabies yet!"

Uh oh, competition! This makes it harder … maybe I should take a vacation, do some damage control over there, convince Ranma to marry me instead of this gaijin woman. Better to give all your money to the con artist you know than some stranger, right? She was certain she could get Ranma to see things her way. If he didn't, she'd make sure he did.


In Nerima, Soun Tendo was standing on the bridge over the canal running through the district. He was contemplating his life as it currently was.

His best and only friend's son had died, making the task of joining the schools impossible for the next couple of decades at best, if Genma got to the task of making another heir immediately.

His daughters had left him.

His best friend was in prison, which made the production of another heir pretty much impossible.

He had no money or food.

The only thing he did have, apart from his health, was the property and house, and both were damaged to the point where it would take a small fortune to repair it all. A small fortune which he did not have. Because he had been harbouring a wanted felon, Genma, his honour was now in question in the City council, and he was no longer a member of it because of it. No student was asking tutelage now that Ranma was gone and no longer drawing in eager martial artists.

"I have no reason to live," concluded Soun. "Perhaps it would be for the best if I at least could give my daughters what little life insurance I have …"

With that, he picked up the large rock he had selected from the edge of his koi pond, and made sure the rope tied to his person was secured to it.

With a noble step, he climbed the edge where the fence had fallen off, and jumped.

This was a very popular method of suicide in cities that had deep and raging rivers running through them, and was always effective.

-Splash!-

That is, it was always effective if the depth of the water was higher than to the waist.

Confused, Soun looked around, seeing the water only reaching his neck as he was sitting.

"I always thought it was deeper than this …" he muttered in disappointment. "Yet another thing I've failed at!"

"Mr Tendo!" called a youthful voice from above. For a moment, Soun thought he was being greeted by an angel, and looked up. There he saw Ms Hinako in child form. "Get out of that water, Mr Tendo, you'll catch a cold!"

Such caring … maybe he wasn't as alone as he thought …


In Hokkaido, Ukyo finally flipped the sign of her restaurant, signalling it as open. It had taken a while to get things together, but with the help of her two cross-dressing assistants, Konatsu and Tsubasa, it was now complete.

Ucchans was bigger than ever, nearly three times the size it was in Nerima. Of course, most of it was the customer area, but she could now allow herself a bigger storage room. The two cross-dressers would of course have nothing to do with the actual running of the place, as they had a lousy business sense, they could be the waiters, or even dish washers, if there was ever need for any dishes to be washed.

Mostly, Okonomiyaki was served rolled up like a giant, edible cigar, so the only thing they would need plenty of was napkins. The occasional prude would of course use utensils, they were mostly gaijins, though. Why every gaijin she met were so afraid of getting their hands dirty, she never knew …

-Ding!-

Ukyo turned to greet the first customer of this restaurant, but was immediately silenced when her face was pressed into the shoulder of a certain long-haired male Amazon in large, white robes.

"My love!" he cried.

Is that spices I smell? Thought Ukyo. Why do I suddenly feel warm all over?

"Oh, Mousse …" she moaned huskily and suddenly returned the embrace with equal fervour.


Speaking of Amazons. On Jade, the hunting party of Amazons were negotiating for a teleportation.

"We will not pay twenty gold for a simple teleportation spell!" growled Cologne.

"That's the going rates," gloated the female mage and polished her fingernails on her mage suit. "Maybe you should take your business elsewhere if you aren't satisfied with my offer …"

"Why you …"

"Of course," interrupted the mage. "I could raise my price … and for your information the prices you quote are for teleportation within the Realm. Out of the Realm is a whole other league of magical skill and therefore the price goes up … but you don't have to take my word for it …"

Cologne looked like she would strike the mage over the head for her cheek. A hand on her shoulder restrained her.

"The offer is more than generous," interrupted the Jade leader of the Amazon party. "We will accept it."

"Good!" chirped the mage. "Where on Earth would you like to be sent? Remember, the more specific you are, the more value you get out of your money!"

"Unfortunately, the only thing we know is that the nearest mage is the husband of the disgraced former Arms-Master, Archmage Diggers, in the Americas," answered the leader.

"Oh, Theodore, he lives along the … East coast, I believe he called it … The province of Georgia," chirped the mage in.

"Then that is where we will go!" snapped Cologne.


Ranma was embarrassed as she found herself the subject of scrutiny.

After hearing the story about his life and how he came to be here, Britanny had done the same as Gina had, and was just as disappointed when the change did not come with water. Ranma had shifted from one gender to the other just like a lycanthrope would shift forms, and was soon finding her appendages lifted, prodded, pinched, pulled and poked.

"Ow!" hissed Ranma. "Stop pullin' on that! They're real, and they ain't gonna be less real if you keep pinchin' an' pullin' on 'em!!"

It should be noted that though Ranma's speech has improved vastly from earlier years, in certain stressful situations, Ranma tends to fall back on that pattern of speech.

"This certainly is interesting …" commented Dr Diggers. "You were a former victim of Jusenkyo, you say?"

"You know of it?" asked Gina, curious about why she had never been told about it before.

"It is indeed a cursed place, and I would not allow my family near it," confirmed Dr Diggers. "It was created by an unknown Mage, who was trying to mimic the transformative powers Iceron had, but it was a failure, the change was not complete as warm and cold water changed the forms and it was hardly ever permanent without outside assistance. It is a good thing you never took a dive into the Spring of Drowned Man after getting your first curse, or they would most certainly have mixed."

Ranma was shocked to have her personal theory confirmed. After all, Taro was a great example of her theory, as he added water from the Spring of Drowned Octopus to his own cursed form, adding tentacles to it along with the instinct to seek shelter in enclosed spaces, "You mean …"

"Yes, you would have ended up permanently looking like a man, with the equipment of a woman, or the other way around, or even both equipments in either a male or female body," agreed Dr Diggers. "A hermaphrodite."

Ranma shivered at the idea of turning into that kind of thing. Sure, she had stumbled over a great deal of hentai dojinshi that were about those types of characters, and they seemed to have a great deal of fun, but she could never imagine taking part in those kinds of things. After all, sex was something married people did as a chore and to have babies, why would she do it while a girl and with a penis? The idea of mortifying Happosai with that extra equipment sounded hilarious, but the fun of it would most certainly wear off at the first accusation of being a freak or pervert. She would have to stop thinking about those now, she was starting to feel warm in those places she didn't feel comfortable having warm and tingly sensations in …

"I'll just change back now," she said, avoiding a shudder at the sensations. It would not do to show weakness.

One shift of genders later, and Ranma found himself back in his male hybrid form, which was the form he was the most comfortable in.

"Hey!" he suddenly exclaimed as a hand came out of nowhere. "Don't touch those!"

Wasn't it bad enough that that she touched him when he was in female form, did she have to grope his privates in male form as well? All it did was make his genitalia uncomfortably stiff.

"Yes, Brit," sniggered Gina. "The virgin doesn't like physical contact … although, I'd be more than happy to remedy his condition …" had she had an ounce of feline in her, the woman would be purring at the ideas running through her head, most of them revolving around making Ranma more comfortable with sexual contact.

"He's a virgin?" asked Britanny incredulously. "According to what he said, he seemed to have half the female population of Jade after him, and he's a virgin? How?"

"Through very strenuous efforts of myself and my uncute fiancée, whom I do not intend to marry," answered Ranma. "And I usually ended up getting hit whenever I approached anyone female. It could have been a Pavlovian aversion therapy … sexual advances or interests in females equals pain. And pops raised me to find girls weak and a distraction from the Art. Of course, I've long since discarded his theories …"

There was a moment of silence in the kitchen as the group took the time to digest this information.

"When I get my hands on those b#&es, they will learn what a true genius can do!" growled Gina after nearly a minute of silence. Britanny seemed equally miffed, if her cracking knuckles were anything to go by.

"And I believe a chat with Mr Saotome would be in order," added Dr Diggers, slipping into his flaming skull in his anger. It was almost comic to see a burning skull smoking a pipe … almost …

Carefully, Ranma studied the flow of energies needed to feed this technique, and decided to try copying it himself.

-Fwoosh!-

Ranma nearly panicked as he felt fire enveloping his head, but he made sure to stay calm. Saffron had not been calm, and he nearly lost control of his powers, he didn't want to lose control when the fire was surrounding his head.

"If anyone will have a talk with that fat panda, it will be me!" he growled. For some reason, his voice was distorted to sound more demonic while he was in this technique, but he assumed it was part of the effect.

Apparently, the effect was more terrifying than he had originally thought.

All three were shocked.

Gina had plopped into her seat and was staring at him with wide eyes.

Britanny had wide eyes as well, and half of her half-eaten sandwich fell out now that she was not aware of the pressure she was putting on the food with her hands.

The fire around Dr Diggers' skull went out, leaving a normal man's head staring at him.

"This is certainly surprising," stated the aging man.


Author's Notes; As written in my bio, I tend to get side-tracked now and again. Just as I was writing, I came up with this alternate version to the "Harry Potter is the Lord of Azkaban" plot line, and had to write down the idea before I forgot it. Don't worry, I don't plan on starting the actual story of that idea before I'm done here … just jotting down ideas I can add to the story plot.

Translation; "Moshi-moshi" according to Langenscheidt Pocket Japanese Dictionary, this phrase means "Hello" and is only used for telephone greeting. "Gaijin", according to the same source, means "Foreigner." "Hentai Dojinshi" is from what I can gather the term for dirty comic books based on either fictional characters or famous ones, drawn by fans of the comic book genre, where in there is never a plot that does not involve sex or nudity in some way, willing or not, and often takes up the issue of any taboo.