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Jogging down the sidewalk, Ranma contemplated the call he had made to his mother the night before.
Nabiki was in a rush to get her vacation time the moment she had heard he was alive and where he was staying … Ranma didn't consider himself a genius, but even he could draw a pretty accurate conclusion from it. Nabiki was headed for him for some reason, and whenever Nabiki decided to take an interest in his life, all his hard work usually went down the toilet. The only motivation she had for doing anything was money. Now that she knew he had it, and she wanted it.
It had come as a surprise to him that all his fiancées had abandoned him when it appeared he was dead … he thought they really loved him, even if they were a rather uncomfortable to be around … still, it meant there were fewer people there to glomp him at random times, and they would also no longer have any reason to pound him when he put his foot in his mouth.
Ranma stopped.
Did he just run past the house?
Backing up about ten metres, he saw the number written on the gate and realised that he had indeed gone past it.
His mistake corrected, Ranma continued his jog through the gate, only to stop dead in his tracks as soon as he saw the building.
"Whoa … these people are very well off …"
Of course, he already knew that his hosts were rich, how else could they afford the house, property, and furnishings they had, not to mention the shopping sprees he heard the two younger Diggers had a tendency to go on. Ranma was also certain that those Super Construction Votoms Gina had activated to take care of the damage to the property would cost a pretty penny to make, as with all the equipment Gina owned and made. How could they not have money? But he had not been sure about their parents until then. Of course, he was rich too, now, apparently … and he didn't really look it, nor did he want to.
While going up the path, Ranma was very cautious.
If the daughters were prone to make killer guardian robots, then who was to say they didn't get this interest from the parents, and the last thing he wanted was to be late for his first lesson with his new mentor just because he overlooked a guardian robot and was forced to fight it because it thought him an unwelcome intruder.
Of course, none of the killer robots of the Diggers sisters had ever attacked him, but he thought it better to err on the side of caution.
He was about halfway up the path when he apparently stepped into Mrs Diggers' path, causing her to nearly run him down.
It was apparent that she had not even noticed him as she continued to run.
The determined glint in her eyes as she passed him told him everything.
She had lost a fight, for some reason, and was training to get better and reclaim the standing as the best by defeating her victor. He had done the same thing himself on several occasions and knew the procedure. However, how had she lost a fight? She was supposed to be the best in all of Jade, wasn't she?
Feeling it best not to interrupt her training, Ranma merely called out "Good morning, Mrs Diggers!" as she turned a corner. Just because he wasn't going to interrupt her training didn't mean he had to be rude while keeping out of the way …
Ranma felt he had done what was polite, and stepped eagerly up to the big front doors, which he gave a good knock that surely would reverberate throughout the mansion he was at.
It took nearly a minute before Dr Diggers answered the door.
"Ah, good morning, student!" he greeted in a friendly, yet commanding way, showing leadership yet letting his ability to remaining one of the people shine through. "You were nearly late!"
"Good morning! My apologies, Sensei," replied Ranma, "I was lost in thought as I jogged here and ran a bit too far before realising it, and had to go back! It won't happen again!"
"Be sure it won't," replied Dr Diggers sternly. "Now, come inside, we will start with the basics."
It was nearly four by the time Ranma returned to the residence he had been allowed to call home for the past week.
He was tired and slightly drained, which made keeping his car in stuff space a slightly straining task.
For over two hours, Dr Diggers had made him listen to a lecture about the techniques, how their energy patterns were formed, and how not to abuse the responsibility that came with the power of these techniques.
Then he had sat Ranma in front of a glass orb on a wooden pedestal in his library and told him to move it, without touching it or blowing on it. Ranma was not one to disobey a sensei, and stared at the orb while trying to figure out a technique for making the thing move … this sounded like telekinesis, which one of the mages on Jade had tried to use on him … he hadn't gotten a complete reading on the pathways, though.
After half an hour of trial and error, Ranma was finally successful in lifting the orb, by persuading the chi surrounding the orb to obey his commands. He was almost reminded of that old Science-fiction movie about a war long ago up among the stars in a galaxy far away.
Dr Diggers looked very surprised for some reason, but masked it very quickly, resuming the all-knowing, wise Master expression that all experts seem to take classes to accomplish for situations where their students surprise them.
This was all Dr Diggers had wanted him to learn that day, so he had Ranma practice with easily replaceable items in a small room with nothing but those items.
When the man left the room, Ranma did just as he was told, but it seemed too tame so he spiced things up a bit by increasing the number of items affected, and making them move in set ways, hurling themselves at him while he practiced jumping, ducking, dodging and weaving through the attacks. This was his way of learning control of this technique … who cared if everyone else did things another way … the bonus to this way was that it helped increase his awareness of his surroundings and his evasion techniques.
This was how Dr Diggers had found him two hours later … evading projectile knickknack that would also avoid crashing against the walls floor or ceiling before hurling themselves at Ranma again.
The man was so stunned that he almost dropped his tray of food, which he had brought for Ranma's lunch.
Before he could, though, Ranma had noticed him and accepted the tray, without turning around or approaching him.
While the tray had floated steadily at Ranma, Dr Diggers had recovered his mentor expression and was further entering the room, noticing that the knickknacks were carefully placing themselves back where they had been before, with the exception of one or two that had broken and were scattered across the floor.
Ranma had eaten his lunch, and while doing this, commanded a broom and pan to sweep away the debris of the knickknacks that had been destroyed.
He was sure the confused and shocked expression on Dr Diggers' face was from how fast he had picked things up … but then, why would he be shocked? He had seen him duplicate one of his techniques the day before after seeing it twice, why would this be surprising?
That didn't matter, really, Ranma was given a couple of hours more to practice when Dr Diggers decided to contact some of his friends for some reason.
The technique was not as straining to his reserves as he would have thought it was, but doing it for hours on end would tire anyone, even his sensei … the good thing was that he had now gotten the technique down, it was almost ingrained in his skills so well that he would hardly notice that he used it.
The weredinictis had barely stepped inside his current home before a handful of papers were being pressed into his chest by a smirking Gina, who then leaned forward enough to press her sizable assets into the papers.
"They are registered," she said huskily, latching onto his arm and starting to walk.
"Huh?"
"Your patents, silly," snickered Gina and started drawing patterns on Ranma's chest with her finger. This mage suit, probably like every other made, was made of a very comfortable and mysterious material.
Ranma looked at the papers he had snatched from his torso before they fell to the ground, and saw that these were indeed authentic originals of his applications and copies of the registered forms at the patent office.
"How'd you do it so fast?" he asked in awe. Iwo had made the process seem long and drawn out when he had brought the topic up shortly after Ranma had first showed him his Stuff-Space generator. It was one of the reason he hadn't patented it himself, he hated paperwork.
"I pulled a few strings," grinned Gina, making sure to press her talents into Ranma's strong but slim arm. She could feel the muscles underneath the skin when she pressed against it, and if she didn't know better, she'd have thought they were made of metal because they were so hard. "I am somewhat of a legend down at the patent office, so the clerk was kind enough to fill everything out on the spot, no waiting …" what was left unsaid was that she had not worn a bra under her knotted-up white shirt, it was a warm day, and she was leaning over the counter … the clerk would have agreed to committing mass murder, impregnate half the country and then commit suicide without realising what he had agreed to. It was probably for the best that he didn't have to leave his seat while filling out these forms and stamping others, or he would have forgotten his task in embarrassment at having his excitement revealed.
Ranma shuddered mildly, why did he feel like this was Akane in disguise, just finishing her dinner and wanting him to eat it?
As he finished looking through the papers for his patents for ki-tech and chi-tech, Ranma looked up and noticed where they were heading … the lab!
He was about to make a break for it when Dao came out, wearing his lab coat.
"Ah, you're finally here, Ranma," the Djinni sighed. "I was about to come find you … well, the healing tank is ready for you, as soon as you're inside, we can begin the tests you mentioned to Gina yesterday."
"What tests?" asked Ranma, calmed somewhat down now that he knew he wouldn't be alone with Gina in her lab, but still slightly on edge.
"To figure out your attraction to women," recited Dao, as though it was the most obvious answer. "That, and Gina wished to compare your DNA with that from a dinictis to assure herself that you are indeed the lycanthrope version of one, and to determine what weaknesses your genealogy might have."
"Oh, well, at least it isn't too harmful …"
"Right," chirped Gina cheerfully. "But too many clothes may interfere with the results from the healing tank, so strip, Mister!"
So, this was the reason for his feeling of impending doom …
"I'm telling you," stressed Dr Diggers to his wife. "He isn't drawing on the Ethereal Stream for his spells! And he picked up my flaming skull trick after only seeing it twice! Not to mention perfecting the Levitation spell and moving on to Telekinesis at a Master level within hours!"
"Then where does he draw his chi from?" asked Julia, somewhat surprised by the enthusiasm shown by her husband over a student. He never showed anything but resignation at the stupidity of youth with his previous one.
"That's just it!" exclaimed the normally composed Dr Theodore Diggers. "He'd not drawing on chi at all! He's using some internal source that I've never heard of! He was positively radiating power, and none of it was chi, either from here, Jade or the Ethereal Stream! To top it off, he claims to be only eighteen years old!"
"Jealous?" asked Julia, starting to feel somewhat mischievous at her husband's passion.
Dr Diggers sputtered in indignation at the insinuations his wife was making.
Julia started chortling to herself. That man was just too easy to embarrass, but it was attractive … maybe he should be rewarded tonight …
Dr Diggers ended his sputtering when he noticed the look on his wife's face … to be quite honest, he didn't know whether to be frightened or rejoice.
On a small Pacific island, a small and thoroughly soaked figure crawled out of the water onto the sandy beach.
Happosai had not been in this much contact with water in his entire life, and was glad to be out of it.
On his back was the amorous octopus, clinging to him beyond his capacity to remove.
Normally, Happosai would have little difficulty in removing this cephalopod from his person, but as it stood, though he had healed from the beating he had gotten, his abilities had been greatly reduced. His ki pathways had been disrupted, his hands were horribly scarred from fire, his bones were starting too brittle from the lack of lactose, and he had not had a fix of female ki for over a week.
That was when his eyes fastened on a heavenly sight … full globes of flesh on the front of a woman.
Ignoring his own weaknesses and the octopus on his back, Happosai lunged, and attached himself to those massive mounds.
Enjoying himself for a moment, pinching and fondling, then started siphoning ki from this woman.
Something was wrong … he wasn't getting female energy …
"What's this?" asked the deep voice of the woman.
The woman shifted her legs and a meaty slap on the woman's stomach made Happosai look down.
The weak old man's eyes widened to such an extent that they should have popped out.
There, resting against the woman's abdomen was an appendage that had no business being naturally attached to any woman … a penis!
Happosai was so stunned that he didn't notice being picked up and held to display.
"Look here "girls"! Someone wants to play!" said the unnaturally deep woman's voice.
Along the beach, women with the same lower appendage were playing with each other or sun bathing. A large banner along the tree-line proclaimed "Welcome to the opening of the First Shemale Island Resort!" and Happosai nearly bought it right there.
"Mommy!" whimpered the old pervert at the sight of dozens of nude women with male appendages jumping up and down in glee. There was no escape for the weakened old man.
Inside the healing tank, Ranma suddenly got a sense of justice being fulfilled. One of his former tormentors was getting their just dessert.
However, his glee at this feeling receded quickly as he remembered that Gina was staring at a certain part of his anatomy. His hands were covering this part, but just barely, and Ranma started doubting Gina's statement about clothing interfering with the instrument readings … it may in fact have been made up on the spot just to get him out of his clothes … and Akane thought he was a pervert …
He would have moved something outside the tank to block her view of his nether parts, but he wasn't certain if his use of power would affect the equipment in any way, and therefore kept a lid on it.
"Hey!"
Ranma looked up to the doorway, where Lydia was standing, looking very annoyed.
"What do you think you're doing?" asked the irate wererat. After only one night the woman was acting like she'd been there for years … though she did seem very on edge around Britanny at breakfast.
For a moment, Ranma thought she was angry with him, until she stomped over to Gina and started wagging a finger at her.
"I will not allow you to take advantage of my – er – Ranma!" threatened the wererat. She had meant to say something else, but cut herself off before completing the sentence … Ranma wondered what she was going to say.
"I'm not," countered Gina in a gloating manner. "I am conducting a physical on him, Dao is my witness, and will ensure that I am not doing anything immoral."
This last part was said in a slightly more subdued tone than the start of the statement, as though she wasn't entirely happy about it.
Lydia pondered the excuse and found it valid.
"Oh, well … might as well enjoy the show …" she concluded and placed herself next to Gina, looking into the tank that held Ranma. "Wow …"
Dao, in a show of mercy towards Ranma, turned off the lights in and surrounding the healing tank, effectively ending the peepshow.
"Aw …" complained the two women in synchronised disappointed moans. It is amazing how a common goal can bring even the worst of enemies together … though this wasn't the case here.
For the next few minutes, both women were fuming at Dao for robbing them of their entertainment, until Gina remembered that she had surveillance cameras and rushed to her monitors to review the tapes of the healing tank until the lights were put out. Lydia had tagged along and was peering at the screen over her shoulder.
Finally, a -ding- sounded from the healing tank, and the liquid started to drain. The tests seemed to have been completed.
The two women crowded to the tank to see the weredinictis inside as he dried off with the towel Dao handed him as the glass was raised, but again were not able to see through the dark, much to their disappointment.
"So, what's the word?" asked Ranma, stepping fully dressed out of the dark.
"Well," started Dao, tapping a few keys on the computer keyboard. "You have a very high pheromone level, as suspected. There seems to be nothing in your genetic makeup to indicate any allergies against silver, or any other reactions beyond that of a normal human." Read Dao. "Further more, you seem to have a highly condensed muscle mass, perhaps ten times the condensed mass of a normal human, which would explain why they shrink somewhat in appearance in your hybrid forms …
"You seem to have a natural immunity to most known poisons, not to mention quite a few toxins and harmful stimulants such as cocaine, heroin and many known hallucinogens …
"Beyond that, your hearing seems to be on the level that is registered for werejaguars, your speed is well above human speed, your eyesight is on equal line with hawks but adjustable between levels of sight, through focusing on something at a set distance and adjusting accordingly, and your strength is nearly as great as Britanny's … and this is disregarding the high energy readings you gave off, which indicates that you are a high level mage that is capable of enhancing your abilities to much beyond your set physical abilities. The equipment here is not capable of determining what class of mage you belong to, though, or even your natural mystical abilities… are you even listening?"
Dao looked back over his shoulder to see Ranma trapped between the two women attached to his arms, both of whom were giving him seductive grins and scowled at each other behind his back.
"Doing my best to," replied Ranma shakily. Not only was this distracting, but he kept expecting Akane to storm through the doors and bash him through the floor for being a pervert and flirting with women. It didn't really matter that his mother had told him that it appeared like all his fiancées had just given up on him, with his luck, she was the one who found him first.
"Ranma no baka!"
The sentence rung through the lab, and Ranma froze in terror.
She found him! Like this! He was doomed!
Another set of arms snaked themselves around him from behind.
"You didn't save a spot for me!" accused the voice with what could only be a pout even if it wasn't seen.
"B-Beebee?" asked Ranma shakily and looked over his shoulder to see a replica of his female human form the way it was now, wearing a skimpy red cotton tube top and pale denim jeans that could have been painted on. It didn't occur to him at the time that he was seeing this through the corner of his eyes, or that this looked somewhat like a young Mrs Diggers with a couple of Asian features.
The woman grinned at him, stating that this was indeed her.
"How do you like my new upgrades?" she asked seductively and made sure to press certain parts into his back.
Ranma found himself unable to answer, and felt very faint.
Dao shook his head and looked back on the monitor.
"Some guys have all the luck …" he sighed and saved the results for later, when Gina wasn't too busy fawning over Ranma and glaring at the wererat and robot in a human shell.
Somewhere over the Pacific Ocean, Nabiki was having a crummy time … This in spite of her being in First Class, and not having to pay the high price for getting the seat.
The reason for her displeasure was this extremely obese American man sitting in the seat next to her window seat.
He was, for lack of a better word, huge! Dangerously close to exceeding five hundred pounds if Nabiki was right in her guess.
On top of his size, which was spilling over onto her side of the armrest, he seemed to have had some difficulty in adjusting to the food while on his Japanese vacation, which caused him to complain about abdominal pains from pockets of digestion-induced gas passing through. Not to mention he got warm very quickly once the airplane doors were closed.
Over the next couple of hours, Nabiki was subjected to the man moaning in pain from the passing gas, and the smell of his suspiciously exaggerated sweating. Apparently, he had a glandular disorder that caused him to sweat nearly three times that of a normal fat person. This disorder also made him order more to drink than anyone else in First Class, which created two more problems, because now he was not only passing wind and sweating, he was drunk and had to go to the bathroom very often.
The man was not a pleasant drunk, and alternated between complaining loudly and colourfully about his stay in Nabiki's native country, flirting with the stewardesses, barking out demands for more to drink to compensate for the lost fluids, and asking Nabiki to buy a few drinks for herself to give to him once he reached his limit for alcoholic beverages.
She did not do this, as his phrasing made it seem he had two meanings, one literal and one perverted. The perverted meaning could be interpreted as him inviting her to his home for sex, as that was all he meant Asian women were good for, an opinion he made no effort to hide from her. It also suggested he knew someone in "the business" that would be more than happy to arrange a green card for her, so she could come working for them.
At one point during the flight, when there was some turbulence, the man cupped a feel under the pretence of falling when he got up to go to the bathroom.
If Nabiki was not about to be a guest in the man's country, she would have asked the stewardess for a mallet to pound him with. Unfortunately, using a blunt instrument with harmful intents on an American citizen makes one seem like a villain when one is not a native to said country, so she had to keep her ire bottled up … Ranma would pay for making her suffer like this …
In his lab in Atlanta, Lord Talon was not entirely pleased … though it could not be said that he was angry.
The hair his minions had brought from their latest assignment was not that of Ranma Koki.
Though the redeeming side was that in his analysis of the DNA strands he extracted from the hair he found that there was a blend of DNA with the characteristics of Mus, not Felis, and that of a male human. A wererat.
He was displeased that the fools had gotten the wrong hair, but in doing so, revealed that there were more of the genetic samples out there … perhaps he could get more samples and create his own army of super beings by splicing the genes from Ranma Koki and Britanny Diggers 'Gia. Oh, what diabolical plots he would be able to perform if that was the case.
But first, he needed the samples he had asked for, not someone else's.
Leaning back in his office chair, Peewee started cackling evilly.
"Bwahahahahaha!"
This evil cackle was the best part of being a villain …
"Erwin! Have you finished your vegetables?" called the villain's mother.
"Mom! You're ruining my moment of triumph!" complained the preteen boy.
"No more world domination schemes until you've finished all of your dinner!" retorted the stern mother.
"Aw!" complained Peewee in a sulk.
In his office in Furinkan High School, Principle Kuno stood looking out the window, seeing the beginnings of another day of school, though one of the last of the semester. However, the look on his face was anything but happy … he was depressed, as the lone tear running down from behind his shades proved.
He missed his Hawaii …
This place was so boring and dreary now that that delinquent Saotome was gone.
And people seemed to fight him every step of the way when he tried to improve on the school …
Cutting the students' hair was met with a beating every time he suggested it.
Ensuring the delinquent students that were tardy didn't get into the school during school hours was also met with a beating every time he did it.
But worst of all, he was not able to take off for the beach to go surfing when he felt like it … his teachers seemed to hold some sort of delusion that he had to stay in his office and actually work during the day, and would get cross with him whenever he didn't meet their expectations … why should he suffer along with them?
Well, he wasn't going to stand for it!
Sitting back down in his chair, Principle Kuno picked up his phone and dialled a familiar number.
"Aloha, kiki, I want a ticket to the Blue Hawaii by mornin', ya?" he said in a commanding tone. "It be worth your time … thank you, kiki, aloha!"
Setting the receiver back in its cradle, Principle Kuno opened his desk drawer and pulled out a small duffle bag filled with his essentials … other things could be bought there.
" Hawaii, I be comin' back!"
Author's Notes; Another chapter reread, and as usual, only cosmetic changes were made. Let's make a game out of it! Spot where I changed it and win my praise! That's right, no prize, but my PRAISE! What could be more worth than that? We'll begin right now … no? Okay, it was a lame game anyway …
