(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.
In the living room of the Diggers girls' home, Lydia McKraken was slowly regaining consciousness.

For a moment, she was very confused about where she was … she could not remember going to sleep either …

"What the f#& happened to me?" muttered the human wererat as she sat up, only to hear and feel a moist plop in her lap. Looking down, she saw a moist washcloth, it had apparently been resting on her forehead, but was now soaking through her ninja outfit.

"Mind your language!" Lydia heard a woman say, and looked around in a panic to find the source. "Down here!" the voice added, causing Lydia to look down to see what she had learned was a bit bomb, a Peebo, an explosive device made by the younger sister of the werecheetah she had tagged with a collar not even a month ago. Luckily, those things hadn't seen her at that time, so they wouldn't recognise her as one of the intruders from then.

Frantically, Lydia managed to find the small monitor for the tracking device the collar was, and switched it on.

" The person you are trying to find, is no longer with our service, please try again at a later time! " announced a cool female voice.

"What the f#&?"

"Stop swearing!" yelled the bit bomb. "Ranma doesn't like people swearing! It's not nice!"

Lydia was about to make a colourful retort when she realised that she was arguing with a sentient bomb and that there may be serious consequences to ticking it off. Wisely, she kept her mouth shut and decided to watch her language in the presence of this thing.

It took her a moment to realise that if she was in the Diggers house, then she was in the presence of the werecheetah, which would explain why she was in human form … the monster must have stared at her!

It was not safe to remain, so she decided to leave.

Carefully, Lydia made her way to the door leading to the yard, making sure not to make any aggressive moves in front of the bomb, lest it go off.

When she turned her back to open the door, she was stopped by a strong hand on her shoulder.

"You shouldn't be leaving yet," said a stern male voice. "Not until we know that you are fine."

There was a tone of finality to the voice, and Lydia felt herself being turned to face the owner of the black-furred hand.

Ranma was worried.

His patient had woken up, he had felt the change in her ki-lines all the way to the kitchen and come to see her. When he saw her up and about, he decided to make himself known and told her how things stood.

When he turned her around, he could feel the fear rolling off her in waves, not unlike he knew he must have given off when he was still affected by the Neko Ken and faced with a cat.

Lydia was terrified, yet, she was also strangely excited.

Their faces were mere inches apart, and the wererat in human form could not help herself.

Ranma was most surprised when the woman suddenly lunged at him, wrapping her arms around his neck, which was a very awkward way of strangling someone, he thought, then suddenly she had stuffed her tongue down his throat in a searing kiss.

He was panicking, even more so when the right leg of the woman wrapped itself around his left, and she shifted to hybrid form, adding her tail to wrap herself around him, never breaking the kiss.

Ranma was sweating bullets, he just knew he would be punished in a grand way from what was going on right now.

Ranma's panic increased significantly when he felt the three Diggers follow him from the kitchen, and walked in on him being kissed by this woman.

"What's going on here?" demanded Britanny and Beebee at the same time.

This caused Ranma to disappear from the grasp of the wererat and reappear curled into a ball in a corner of the room.

Lydia, who was very surprised to find herself French-kissing the air and with her centre of balance about a foot from her body, could no longer support herself and fell face first into the floor, absently noting that there were claw marks in the ground not far from where her face would add to the marks on the floor. Where did those come from?

"What is it with wererats and sexual advances on werecats?" demanded Britanny. First that perverted male goosing her and feeling her up, now this one was mauling Ranma … maybe it is a flaw the species had, like the werecheetah craving for tuna. Mmm … tuna …

Lydia looked at the events from her vantage point of the floor and couldn't help but make a comment. "I think I broke him …"


In Brianna's lab, Brianna restrained herself from making use of her mad scientist special effects and screaming out "It's alive!", and stiffened.

"My hunky-senses are tingling!" she breathed. Somewhere nearby, there was a distressed hunk in need of her Tender Loving Care. Brianna's libido agreed that it was for the best to find and comfort this hunk, and her intellect chipped in that they better get a move on before Gina's libido convinced her to do it first!


Beebee had decided to approach the shivering Ranma, but before she could get there, her creator appeared as if from thin air and wrapped herself around Ranma, cooing that she would make it all better.

For a moment, this seemed to be calming the man down, until Brianna goosed him.

Ranma disappeared again, and reappeared in the opposing corner of the room, clinging to the ceiling with his fingers and toes, making deep gouges.

Gina, now remembering the story she had been told about his life nearly slapped herself for not remembering sooner.

"Everyone, just stay calm," she said, trying not to sound frightening. "Ranma, please come down, none of us is going to hurt you."

"But – but, I was kissed!" insisted Ranma, closing his eyes against the expected blow.

"I know you were, but it wasn't your fault," countered Gina carefully. "You're not with your fiancées, we will not hurt you because of the actions of someone else. Please come down."

"Nu-uh, don' wanna!"

"Ranma," said Gina warningly. "If you don't come down, the other Peebo in the house could think you a bad person for making holes in our ceiling and walls, please come down before they blow you up."

Brianna perked up.

"Speaking of Peebo," started the trigger-happy woman. "Yoink!"

In a swift move, Brianna snagged Beebee from the ground and ran off.

"Don't worry, Ranma!" she called as she progressed down the hall. "You'll get her back in better condition than before!"

In Ranma's confusion at Brianna's behaviour, his claws retracted and he fell gracefully to the ground.

"What does Brianna need Beebee for?" he asked curiously. This would be one of the few times he was out of the presence of the infatuated bit bomb since he got here, and it was starting to get uncomfortable … as though an item of clothing had been removed.

"In my experience, it is best not to ask," replied Dr Diggers as he also followed his retreating daughter.

"Maybe you're right," conceded Ranma. "I'm just glad she stayed away from me for a few days … I don't like intimate contact … makes me feel weird …"

"Women tend to have that effect on men," said Dr Diggers carefully, eyeing the two women left that were staring at Ranma in barely disguised affection. Perhaps it was best to change the topic of conversation before either of them said anything that would offend females everywhere. "Tell me, Ranma, where did you learn magic?"

"What magic?" asked Ranma. "I only know science and Martial Arts, though learning new techniques like your flaming skull technique is always very amusing …"

Considering things carefully, Dr Diggers looked at Ranma intently. Apparently, the lad was a natural with aura magic, provided he wasn't told what it really was … perhaps he should just play along …

"How would you like to learn some more … techniques from me?" he finally asked. He stressed the word Ranma had used, thereby waking associations in the man's mind to what he might learn. "I know many of them and would be happy to teach them to you, now that my student has given up on my teachings."

"That would be great!" exclaimed Ranma, forgetting all about the earlier incident. The prospect of learning new techniques tended to make him forget unpleasant incidents, no matter how recent.

"My home is about two miles down the street, my daughters can give more specific directions if you need them," said Dr Diggers. "Be there at eight, and we can start."

"Oh," sighed Ranma. "I need to call my mother tonight so it may be late … could we make it nine instead?"

"This once, perhaps," agreed Dr Diggers. "Provided we don't repeat it until I've nothing more to teach you … or until my wayward apprentice returns to his studies … in which case, I will try and convince one of my fellow … Masters to take over your training … and the final exception will be if my wife starts getting enthusiastic again … for the past few days, she has been somewhat sombre …"

Britanny rolled her eyes and left the room. Hearing this conversation was incentive to leave, and smelling the scent of arousal her still present sister and the wererat were giving off had made her aroused as well, so she wanted her itch scratched now, and so she was off to find her hubby … her Kryn Prince of Nookies. Purrrr.

"Dr Diggers, sir," started Ranma, nervously looking at the two star-struck women. "Would you have any idea why I have this effect on women?" he nodded his head at the two women, who looked about ready to start drooling, eyes fixed on the base of his tail. It appeared they had forgotten the commotion that had taken place.

"If I were to venture a guess, I would say you have a very concentrated pheromone level," ventured Dr Diggers. "Not every single woman you meet will be instantly attracted to you … only ones with heterosexual leanings, those not already in a committed relationship, like marriage, long term dating or engagement … of course, I'm only guessing, but I'm sure Gina would be able to do some readings with her medical equipment …"

Ranma looked at Gina and noted that she and the wererat had started blushing … a sign that they had started to go through the daydream stage.

"I don't think I'd trust her to be alone with me at the moment …" he commented. Who knows what would happen to him if he did.

"Understood," agreed Dr Diggers, sighing sadly. That girl took after her mother … which was the only reason he wasn't trying to tear the man before him apart to prevent his daughter from being further tainted by him.

At least a fellow Mage was better boyfriend material for his precious daughter than some flashy playboy treasure hunter who copied all his fighting from others instead of inventing it and training for it.

"I'm sure she'd behave in her examination of you if there was someone else present," offered Dr Diggers.

"Maybe Dao will be the witness …" mused Ranma. "He's always staying in the lab, conducting experiments and keeping track of Gina's projects, I'm sure it wouldn't be any skin off his nose making sure Gina doesn't molest me …"

Taking a moment, Ranma looked over the two blushing and drooling women.

"What will happen to my patient?" he finally asked, remembering that there was a slight situation afoot.

"Lydia McKraken," supplied the wererat, awaking from her trance.

"Right, what will happen to Lydia?" repeated Ranma, looking to Gina for answers.

Gina was shaken from her daydream by the question, and was slightly abashed at having gotten lost for a moment.

"Provided she doesn't cause any trouble," started Gina. "I don't see any reason why she can't stay."

The wererat, now identified as Lydia, squealed in excitement, forgetting completely her mission and whom else resided with these walls. All she really cared about was that her chances of getting some just increased significantly.

Ranma was not as excited, as his chances of getting glomped, molested or pasted to a fine cream for some imaginary offence significantly increased with yet another woman in the house.


Meanwhile in the Amazon jungle, two people were arguing over a map of Australia.

"We're in the Black Forest of Germany!" insisted Ryoga. He was the travelling expert here, not her. Sure, he may get lost now and again, but he always found his way in the end.

"And I'm telling you, we're in the jungles of India!" argued Akane. Who did he think he was? He was the one who got lost, not her. She had never gotten lost before, and she wasn't about to start now. Not to mention that she was always right, and always the best.

"And I say- squeak –Okay, we're in India!" finished Ryoga quickly, his voice several octaves higher.

"I knew you'd see it my way," replied Akane and released her hold on his family jewels. "Maybe you'll even be allowed into the sleeping bag tonight …" her tone suddenly became much sultrier.

While Ryoga was regaining his posture, he could not help but look forward till nightfall … having your girlfriend, and future wife, with you while travelling made all the difference.


In a sleazy motel in the outskirts of Atlanta, Romeo managed to throw a bedspread over the nude Moisha before she woke up.

"Like, did you get the, y' know, license number of the truck that, y' know, hit me?" she asked groggily. "What happened to my clothes? Why was I in that position?"

Romeo did his best to sound casual and focused his sight on the flickering image of the poorly installed cable TV.

"You got knocked out during the fight," he answered carefully. "I put you to bed, but you wouldn't stay still, somehow you got out of your clothes and started dreaming about dogs or something …"

Moisha, still not being completely with it groaned in discomfort from her headache and accepted his answer at face value, as she did not have the mental capacity to see through the deceit at the moment.

" Lydia was taken prisoner," added Romeo to divert the purple-haired wererat's attention from how she had woken up. "I saw the werecat carry her off! Who knows what kinds of information he is torturing out of her!"

"But, like, we don't know anything," muttered Moisha, sleepily looking around the motel room for her clothes, the bedspread wrapped about her well endowed body.

"What about the location of Lord Gothwrain?" asked Romeo, stressing the name of their master. "She knows where we usually meet, and from the skill of that werecat, even Zero would be hard pressed to stop him, even with a silver blade. That ninja and that bald lady both had silver weapons, and neither could make a scratch on him with them, even with us using magical shuriken and attacking him as distractions …"

"Like, Gothwrain is more skilled in magic than the werecat, he'd, y' know, burn him to death or something before, like, he could do anything …"

"Did you see anything but the guy's butt while we fought?" asked an incredulous Romeo. "There was a mage present at the fight, and even he couldn't hit the guy, even with silver weapons being wielded and our magical shuriken flying at him, he couldn't hit him! He was almost as fast as a werecheetah, and his skills were far better than that monster's! It's almost like he had some sort of "Spider-sense" that warned him of attacks! How can we fight that?"

"But, like, we can't go back home before we, y' know, off the werecat! We'd be killed if we did!" argued Moisha. Whoa, that did not help the headache …

"We can't do this alone!" retorted Romeo. "But first and foremost, we need to rescue Lydia!"

"Like, let's do it!" cheered Moisha. As she cheered, she lost her grip on the bedspread as she jumped, and thus, she flashed her male team mate while she was conscious.


In Seer's Hamlet, Weapons-Master Karia was not pleased.

The new Arms-Master, G'Nolga, though she got her title through a questionable fight that dishonoured the previous one, was associating with some shady characters.

Karia had brought her concern to the attention of the Sheriff, but was brushed off with the statement that it was none of her concern, nor that of the law, whom the Arms-Master befriended.

Karia had then taken the matter to the Northern Edge Guard, but at the moment they had little more authority than the man who sweeps the gutters because of their failure to locate the numerous kidnapped magic users, and could not help her, though they took note of her concern and told her they would look into the matter as soon as they could … and as soon as they were no longer assigned to the garbage dump by the Sheriff.

Karia had then taken the matter to the town judge, but she had threatened her with arrest for invasion of privacy and stalking if she did not cease her persecution of the Arms-Master. There had been a couple of guards tailing her for the rest of the day, probably on the judge's orders to make sure she did not approach or follow the Arms-Master.

Something fishy was going on, and she was willing to bet a millennium worth of nookie that the Sheriff and judge had some part in it. There was no evidence, and she could not risk accusing them of anything without it, or she'd lose her title or get sent to jail in dishonour. She was certain the inmates of the prison would be more than happy to "entertain" her for the "injustice" some or more authority figures had inflicted on them. She'd be lucky to escape with her life.

The missing magic users were not found, and there were no leads pointing to where they might have been taken. However, upon investigating the surroundings of Seer's Hamlet, she had discovered the cavern the giant golem had come from, and found that the number of carved indentations along the walls in the cave matched the number of missing magic users. There were signs of technology along the middle of the ground, but she was unable to determine what for, apart from waking the golem to life.

But what part did the magic users play in the awakening of the golem, and what had happened to them after?

She'd never get the answers with incompetent or crooked law enforcers about, and she had not enough knowledge in technology to figure out what had happened. And as her magic was limited to elemental battles, there was little she could do about tracking down any guilty parties.

And another thing that bothered her … the dishonoured Arms-Master incident. Arms-Master Julia was not the kind of person to take her responsibilities lightly, but why was she not fighting back against G'Nolga in the challenge for her title? The woman respected tradition enough to not just give up without reason, she knew that much.

What could have made Arms-Master Julia give up the fight to G'Nolga? And why did a gambler throw her a bag of gold, claiming it was payment for throwing the fight? It didn't make sense!

The Weapons-Master watched her students as her mind raced.

She had rebuilt her school a few days ago, and after careful consideration, had started a careful screening process with her students. It would not do to take in criminal students again, as the werecat had pointed out how poorly she could choose when it was discovered that the one she picked to place his skills was in fact a wanted criminal with a curse that had forever turned him into a woman. She had nearly lost her following because of that …

Thinking of the werecat brought a slight smirk to her lips.

He had been one of the very few that could measure up with her skill as far as she dared to remember.

If he indeed had left with the disgraced Arms-Master as witnesses described, then maybe he would return some time … perhaps she could convince him to … spar with her. After all, it had been too long since she had encountered a man who excited her as both woman and warrior.


At Narita International Airport, a young woman was standing in front of her computer at the Check-in counter. This woman was freshly out of High School, Furinkan to be precise, and she wanted to get away from that crazy area before she became a casualty. At the moment, the only reason she didn't move back, was that it would be a long way to commute every day. She had heard the neighbourhood had really improved in the past week or so.

-Ring!-

The sound of the telephone ringing at intervals of three seconds after putting it down was enough to give anyone a headache, so it was no wonder that she had one now.

" Narita International Airport, Check-in counter, this is Miko Ayame speaking, how may I help you?" she answered as sweetly as she could. The headache was not helping, and neither was this pushy gaijin waiting for her to finish the call.

" Miko, Nabiki here, I need you to set me up with one first class ticket to Atlanta, Georgia in America as soon as the next flight leaves! " answered the hurried voice in the other end.

"I am sorry, Ms Tendo, all our flights for that location has been filled for the next month … if you want to reserve a seat, it will cost-"

" I wonder how much your superiors would enjoy hearing about the large gambling debt you left Furinkan with? " interrupted Nabiki. " It would be a shame to lose confidence, or even your job, on that accusation, hmm? "

"I-I understand, Tendo-san," stuttered Miko. "Oh, look at that, a seat just opened up! The next flight leaves in an hour, the airline is named Delta, the flight number is DL56 at terminal two, gate D94, you may pick up your ticket at my counter within the next half hour, that is the bare minimum I'll be able to get away with, as it is an international flight." This last part was whispered into the phone with her hand covering her mouth, so none of the soon-to-be passengers would hear.

" Excellent! " chirped a smug Nabiki on the other end. " I'll be there shortly, bye! "

Muttering a few remarks about Nabiki's heritage, Miko hung up and had to take a moment to compose herself before facing the ranting gaijin who had been rude enough to try and interrupt her call.

"Yes, how may I help you?"


Author's Notes; Cosmetic changes were all that were done in the rewrite.