Another Rainy Day in Nerima
Disclaimer: I do not own Ranma ½ or any related characters in any way, shape or form.
Author's Notes: at long, long last, we return from hiatus. I apologize for the unanticipated delay in bringing this chapter up; all I can say is that my Easter holiday lasted longer than planned. Still, I'm back now so this should be updated more regularly.
GreyMonkey; thank you many times for your excellent suggestion! May your namesake's fur ever be devoid of fleas!
Digital Dragon Productions; a very intriguing suggestion… yes, very intriguing indeed. I probably won't use it as-is, mainly because I know nothing about Samurai Showdown, but the basics you suggest sound like a very viable story indeed. Although… would it really work as a oneshot? Perhaps I should remove the "Maomolin's plan succeeded" oneshot from the voting list and reserve that for a serial of its own…
To all who've been wondering about the "real story"; this, "Another Rainy Day in Nerima", doesn't really have a real story to it, beyond "Ranma-Prime's" learning experiences as he observes the various oneshot realities. When this story finishes, Ranma will simply leave the Wandering Shop and return to the Tendo Dojo… which is when the sequel, "Chasing the Rainbow", will begin. That will be the real story, of Ranma attempting to change his life in response to what he's learned through this anthology.
Chapter 15: Friends Forever
"Ranma! No fair sneaking around behind our backs! Yeah, Ukyo's ours, you jerk!"
These and similar comments echoed from the approaching mob of rabid, lust-crazed boys. Ranma, naturally, did not want to put up with this and, saying something to Ukyo that she didn't register, turned to flee. Ukyo, however, remained right where she was, her rage at the frustration of her wasted efforts for the day boiling over. How dare these idiots ruin things when she finally had Ranma willing to hear out what she had to say! And how dare they claim that they had any right to approach her! She was Ranma's fiancée, she would date nobody but him! Her aura suddenly roared into life, something few Nerimites had ever seen from her, and she grabbed her ever-present battle spatula and rocketed towards the approaching boys with a roar of rage that would have impressed Akane. Many of the boys who had been chasing after her were veterans of the "Hentai Horde", as the Furinkan girls called it, and these boys had a sudden feeling of mingled imminent doom and déjà vu as Ukyo approached with relentless speed and a mad gleam in her eye.
Ranma, meanwhile, had realized that Ukyo was not at his side and whirled around to go back for... only to pull to a halt as he saw what was happening. Naturally, he decided to stay well back, wincing occasionally in some instinctual level of sympathy as the boys currently flying in all directions slammed into walls, landed head-first in trash barrels, or flopped painfully over convenient tree branches. Within a few minutes, the one-sided massacre was over and a still-blazing Ukyo stood, panting heavily, amidst a swarm of groaning and unconscious guys.
"Alright, now listen up ya jackasses! Ranma is my fiancé! I ain't interested in anyone 'cept him! Any of ya who thinks I'm gonna just walk away and date ya, grow a brain right damn now, ya hear?! Don't ever let me catch ya trying to mess things up for me again, hear?"
Despite himself, Ranma couldn't help but give an appreciative whistle; Ukyo was generally the most passive of his fiancées in terms of martial arts, so he rarely saw her cut loose- especially against someone other than himself. Unfortunately, his whistle attracted Ukyo's attention- not a good move, considering she was so hyped up on rage that she found herself delivering her original "discussion" in terms more akin to a grade-A tongue lashing...
"And where the hell do you get off thinking that just because I'm your fiancée, you can treat me like a pile of crap!" She held up her hand then, "I know, you just want to be friends, you don't want to have to deal with all this marriage stuff, but goddammit all, even as friend you treat me with about as much respect as a leper!"
Ranma winced as Ukyo continued, clearly on a roll, "You say I'm a friend, well what the hell kind of friend just simply takes in a relationship? Answer: not a very good one. You don't give a damn about me, all you care about is some free food and you don't even think about the fact that if I was really your friend, you'd do something for me once in a while! Don't you ever want to just hang out? Talk? Hell, even spar? No, heaven forbid that you do anything with me when you're not hungry! Because that's all it comes down to with us, I'm always making food if I want to get you even remotely interested in doing something with me!"
She turned around, "You know what? Screw you Ranma, I'm going home, I'll see you later." With that, Ukyo stormed off, the recovering boys giving her a wide berth as best that they could.
Meanwhile, in another place and time...
"...She's got a point." Ranma-prime finally admitted. Abe made no comment about how this wasn't the first time Ranma had seen one of his other selves get their behavior called out. "...I really feel like a jerk now. I'm starting to wish I'd never come this way."
"What's worse? To continue as you have, making the inevitable blow up all the worse when it does happen? Or to see it now and start doing something about it?" Abe commented.
"You got a point. Alright, play on, Sam." Ranma-prime said, whereupon he got a definite feeling of confusion from the magical mirror. "If I've gotta do this myself, then I may as well see how he handles it. Saves me taking all the lumps I'd get otherwise." He grumbled this last part, then resumed staring into the mirror...
Ranma inhaled deeply, then exhaled slowly. The words Ukyo had spoken to him yesterday had burned in his mind all day, like a fiery hook thrust into his brain, distracting him from Akane and the fathers' suspicious stares as well as Nabiki's barbed insinuations. Those words had forced him to take a long, hard look at his memories, and he had to admit that he had not been treating Ukyo very well, even if he only wanted them to be friends. That pained him, as Ukyo had been the very best of his few friends during his childhood, and the realization that he was basically mocking what they had shared as kids had been like a solid punch in the proverbial guts. Finally, he had made up his mind: he wanted to make things up with her; he wanted them to go back to being friends like they used to be. He knew there was every chance that she would take this the wrong way, as proof that he was supporting her claim of engagement, but he resolved to take the chance. He had precious few friends as it was; the last thing he wanted was to lose one. Steeling himself, he knocked on the door of Ukyo's shop...
Ukyo looked up as she was setting up the grill and saw Ranma at the door, a serious expression on his face as her own expression soured slightly and she headed over to undo the lock, "I swear, if he's just here to get a jump on the morning rush...pow." As she muttered those words, Ukyo undid the locks and opened the door with a calm expression.
"If you're here for a meal Ranchan, I'd like you to pay this time 'round."
"That's not why I'm here!" Ranma quickly interjected. He figured she'd still be upset from yesterday but, the whole "chasing him for a decade and dressed in drag" thing aside, she'd always been fairly quick to get over her anger. Well, quick compared to Akane or Ryoga, anyway.
Ukyo grimaced, before deciding that if he wasn't here for a meal, it had to be at least half-way decent, "Get in, I'm not supposed to open for another ten minutes anyway, that'll give you time to talk. That is why you're here if it ain't for food isn't it?
Ranma quickly pushed into the shop, lest Ukyo change her mind and shut him out. He paused for a few seconds, trying to figure out how, precisely, to say what he wanted to say, but then took a good look at Ukyo's expression and simply blurted out what came to his head, his usual choice of action in this kind of situation. The track record wasn't good, but at least it succeeded sometimes.
"I've been thinking about what you said yesterday, and, well, I gotta admit that you've got a point with what you were sayin'..."
Ukyo felt an eyebrow rise in surprise, her still-smoldering anger suddenly fizzling from her shock as Ranma's words registered in her mind, "Really?" She asked, more on autopilot than anything, as her mind was currently preoccupied with examining this most unusual set of events. Ranma actually thought about what she had said yesterday? Interesting.
"Yeah, I did. I... I felt bad, knowing that I've been treatin' you like that. You were always my best friend when we were kids an', well, I wanna still be friends. So... forgive me?" Ranma asked, unable to think of any more articulate way to express what he was feeling. He was never really good at opening up to people.
Ukyo's face was expressionless, but inside she was gobsmacked. How the hell did this happen from her...shouting...at him and pretty much laying everything in the bluntest way possible! Of course, how could she have been so stupid, Ranma registered subtlety as easily as a brick can fly, so if she just came out and just used the bluntest terms possible to get her point across, Ranma would register it and respond.
Buoyed by her inadvertent success, Ukyo allowed herself to smile slightly, "Hell Ranchan, I could never stay mad at you. But don't think you're off the hook, you say you still wanna be friends with me, you gotta show me that you're serious. You got that?"
"Sure thing, Ucchan. So, you got anything planned for today? Maybe we could hang out, like we used to?" Ranma said happily. This was working much better than he'd dared to hope- why, she hadn't even mentioned the engagement!
"Lucky bastard. I hope things work as well for me when I pull that stuff."
Ukyo huffed as the game over title flashed in front of the screen of the arcade machine. Ranma made the mistake of sniggering, prompting a sarcastic comment from Ukyo. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up mister Master of Fighting, I seem to recall the second opponent on Street Fighter whipping your ass pretty good." Ranma coughed with a slight blush as Ukyo turned away from Raiden II.
The two had gone to an arcade for the day, deciding to take advantage of something 'normal' for once and something important had made itself known, they both were not arcade wizards in the least as Ranma checked the number of game tokens he had left.
The tally was rather disappointing. Looking around for something that might be better for them to try, Ranma's eyes lit up as he spotted a dance off game that was currently unoccupied. Tapping Ukyo on the shoulder, he gestured over to it with his thumb.
"Care to try your luck against me on that?" He asked.
Ukyo nodded with a sly grin, "All right then Ranchan, but don't think that just because you can turn into a girl, that means you're as graceful as the real deal."
"I don't need to be a girl- in fact, I bet I'm better at dancing than you. After all, you spent your life faking that you were a guy- where did you learn about grace and poise?" Ranma teased back, a grin on his face aiming (he hoped) to take the sting out of it and prove he was just kidding.
Ukyo's return grin now had a feral edge to it, "Well then Ranchan, we're about to find out." With that the two slipped in their tokens and Ukyo stretched slightly, "Let's cut out the middle man here." She slapped the random song option and turned to Ranma, "Best two out of three wins."
Ranma was confident that he would win; after all, while it was true that he'd never been formally trained to dance, what was it but putting your feet in precise spots at great speed? With the Saotome School's emphasis on evasion, and specialization in aerial combat and maneuverability, he was confident in being the most sure-footed and agile of all the teen martial artists in Nerima.
Ukyo on the other hand, knew that all she had to do was just keep up with the beat, and the rest would fall into place. With that thought in mind, she placed her feet apart slightly and got ready for the song to start.
As the song started, the two didn't have time to think, only react as the directional arrows came fast and thick and the pair realized that Ukyo had inadvertently picked the hardest song to dance to.
Halfway through, they had ceased trying to keep up and were flailing slightly, trying to keep up with the rapid pace.
By the end of it, they had only completed it by the figurative skin of their teeth and were both panting slightly. Then Ukyo grinned, "I win."
Ranma grinned as well. "Nah, pretty sure that was me."
Ukyo looked up at him as she got her breath back. "Round two?"
Ranma simply slid another token in. "This time, I'm picking the song."
"So, Ukyo likes that game too? Hmm... have to remember that... I wonder if Shampoo feels the same way, too? Best not to bring that up with Akane, though; she never likes it when I remind her that she's clumsier than I am."
Ranma was not feeling too bright; he had just inadvertently wrecked some important –and, most importantly, expensive- ingredients that Ukyo had ordered in order to try a new okonomiyaki that she was planning on putting on her menu. He winced, partially from the anger in Ukyo's expression, mostly in anticipation of the pain of receiving her trusty battle spatula to the head. Still, he remained where he was; allowing himself to be hit in retribution for having done something wrong had always worked before.
Ukyo huffed loudly in her rage, drawing back her spatula in preparation for a blow; how could he be so stupid, so inconsiderate, so...! She was just about to strike, when a thought from the back of her mind pulled her to a halt. If there was any time to see if her hypothesis was correct, then this was it. Steeling herself for the possibility of rejection due to her actions, Ukyo, with visible strain, put her spatula down and proceeded to lay into her fiancé verbally, rather than physically.
"Dammit Ranchan, do you have any idea how much that stuff cost? I told you to leave them alone because I needed them for an important recipe! Dammit, that was a week's worth of preparation gone down the drain thanks to you. Next time, could you please just listen to me when I tell you to leave something alone for once?"
This was it; she did her part, now to see what would be the result.
Two emotions were currently fighting for dominance in Ranma's mind. The first was surprise that Ukyo had simply yelled at him and gone into why she hadn't wanted him to touch the ingredients in the first place- normally, any of the girls who got mad vented solely by simply hitting Ranma. The second was guilt; he hadn't meant to ruin her ingredients, especially seeing as how he now knew they were so important. In the end, guilt won and he stared down at the floor sheepishly.
"Sorry, Ukyo. I'll leave them alone next time." He promised.
Ukyo nearly let her angry expression slip as her mind froze in shock before it seemed like a chorus of angels was singing down on her newfound revelation. It worked! Sweet Hallelujah, it worked! He didn't try to argue back at her! That did it, she was going to lay into every time Ranma did something stupid from now on!
Clearing her throat and nodding with her eyes closed, Ukyo spoke, "All right, I guess I can forgive you this time. But just in case you forget!" She fixed a glare at him, "You do that again, and you're going to be paying, in cash, for your Okonomiyaki until you pay back the cost of the ingredients. Got that?"
Ranma winced internally, but otherwise he was happy- Ukyo had calmed down, and without even hitting him! She hadn't even yelled at him that loudly! He pulled off a mock salute in his joy. "Clear as crystal, Ucchan!"
Ukyo allowed herself a smile, not just at Ranma's smile, but at the fact that she had not only a way to help her Ranchan realize his mistakes, but she also had the most clear-cut advantage over the other girls, especially that brat Akane and that bimbo Shampoo! She started giggling, before laughing as the mood lightened.
"Well, that wasn't any great help to me, now was it?"
Ranma twisted his head aside negligently, allowing Ukyo's fist to whistle past, then casually leapt upwards and tucked his legs under himself as Ukyo tried to knock him off his feet with a sweeping kick. He kept his mouth shut, knowing from past experience with Akane that it generally made things worse, but in his heart he just knew that an explosion was inevitable. Everyone was jealous of his prowess.
Ukyo, for her part, was impressed by Ranma's skill and a little annoyed that she wasn't keeping up all that well, and finally couldn't help voicing it as Ranma landed out of reach, "Holy crap Ranchan! You must have been holding back that one time we fought, I can barely touch you." She got to her feet and grimaced slightly in annoyance, "Jeez, all of that training to beat you and I'm not up to your speed."
Ranma shrugged in affected nonchalance. "Well, you can say a lot of things about the old man, but his training does get results."
"If you live through it." Ukyo pointed out emphatically.
"Did I say he wasn't a lunatic?" Ranma asked rhetorically. "And it's not like I've been resting on my laurels since I got here. Still, if you put the effort into it, I'm sure you'll be able to give me a real fight soon enough." At those words he wanted to bite his tongue; why did he always say something that pissed people off when he wasn't even trying to do so?
Ukyo nodded with a grimace, "Yeah I know I'm not up to your level yet." Then she looked up with a determined expression, "But just you wait Ranchan, I'll get to your level, and then I'll give you a fight you'll never forget! That's a promise right there!"
Ranma's eyes widened in disbelief (she hadn't gotten upset at what he'd said?) and admiration. Despite himself, he couldn't help but think of how different things were when he bothered to spar with Akane; she always got ticked off and inevitably left to sulk when she had no choice but to admit to herself the fact that she wasn't Ranma's equal yet.
That was enough of a gap in concentration for Ukyo to slip in land a jab on Ranma's shoulder, "Hey, quit daydreaming Ranchan! I'm not that bad am I?" She giggled as she backed off and got into a new ready stance.
Ranma quickly focused back on the here-and-now, slipping into a fresh combat stance. He couldn't deny the grin that crept onto his face, and wouldn't have done so even if challenged; this was just like the good old days!
"How happy. But Akane and pop and old man Tendo have got to find out about this sooner or later, don't they? And I just bet they aren't going to be so happy..."
The door to the Tendo home slammed open as a fuming Akane stormed in, "That no-good, miserable bastard! How dare he start being all friendly with that hussy!" She growled slightly before flopping onto the couch and switching the TV on, grumbling all the while as Kasumi silently set down a drink and vanished back to her housework.
Of course, her angry shout had of course attracted the attention of Genma and Soun, who immediately knew what had set her off this time.
"What's that thoughtless son of mine done now?" Genma demanded, his voice very much betraying his feelings. He was so tired of Ranma's stubbornness and denial; why wouldn't the boy just do what he was told and marry Akane? The two clearly loved each other, after all.
Akane snarled slightly at the memory, "Nabiki told me that she saw Ranma and Ukyo acting all friendly after school and then she showed me photos of them together. They went to the arcade, they sparred together in an empty lot, even talking and laughing together! What about me? I'm his fiancée, why doesn't he ask me to go to the arcade or spar with him?" She folded her arms, muttering softly, "Stupid jerk, paying attention to that hussy instead of me."
"Saotome! Explain this!" Soun demanded, full of fatherly anger that Ranma was wounding his daughter's heart. Again.
"The girl must be blackmailing him or something!" Genma quickly replied. "You know that he only hangs out with Akane of his own free will." He went on, hoping to remind both Tendos of where Ranma's affections obviously truly lay. After all, if the other girls could only get Ranma to spend time with them if they bribed him first, while Ranma was all too happy to go to the pool or the ice rink or wherever with Akane when she asked, then surely that was proof that he truly loved Akane?
Akane 'hmmphed' at that, "Probably using food again, that jerk'll eat that hussy's okonomiyaki and that bimbo's noodles, but he won't touch anything I cook! I'm a perfectly good cook! What's wrong with what I make?"
Neither of the men could bring himself to answer there, leaving an awkward silence. Both had tasted Akane's culinary efforts in the past, and both of them privately found it every bit as repugnant as Ranma himself did. Of course, they wouldn't dare tell Akane that: far better to direct her to concentrating her attempts at food on him, and leaving him to suffer her wrath when he told her what he thought of it.
Akane finally had enough of the silence. "Forget it! Let's just get that jerk and make him stop hanging out with that hussy!"
This was a plan that both of the men agreed to at once; simple, direct, requiring a minimum of thought and effort, and unlikely to result in any real danger to themselves. Their sole change was to persuade Akane to wait until Ranma came home, rather than wasting time running around in search of him.
"...Typical." Ranma-prime sneered. He'd honestly love to say that he was amazed at how petty and jealous Akane and the fathers were acting, but he wasn't. That was just the sort of boneheaded stunt they'd be willing to pull- he couldn't help but remember that time Akane had pretended to run away from home, sending everyone running around looking for her all night in a panic, while secretly hiding on the roof and watching their behavior with glee. It didn't come out often, but Akane could be a real brat sometimes. And thinking things through when it came to their own wants was not something any of the three (or, really, any Nerimite martial artist) was good at; if they had stopped and thought about it, they would have realized how utterly selfish and petty they'd come off to his counterpart, who would not, could not, react well to being told to stop being friends with one of the very few that he had. Especially seeing as how they had nothing to worry about: it wasn't as though his actions were motivated by romantic inclinations or anything like that, he just didn't want to lose a friend.
So, naturally, Ranma began to push back against their demands, as he pushed back against Soun and Genma's demands that he married Akane. Enraged by what she saw as betrayal, Akane began to push even harder, motivated by the fear-mongering of Soun and Genma and by Nabiki, who seemed to take her usual delight in manipulating and distressing her younger sister. The strain was incredible, and, eventually, something had to give way...
"I've HAD IT! You're always hanging out with that hussy Ukyo and never spending any time with me! You're always stringing me along, while you have the time of your life with her! I don't want you seeing her ever again!" Akane was in fine form as she let loose at Ranma over the major topic of contention that had replaced all others; Ranma's friendship with Ukyo.
"If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times! There's nothing going on between me and Ukyo! And even if there was, what right do you think you have to tell me who I can and can't speak to!?" Ranma shouted back. This topic might be old, but it was no less vehement on both their parts. Ranma had been content to let things die down after a token argument in the past, but this was something he would not be cowed on!
Akane snarled; that jerk! Didn't he see that she was trying to help him! Well fine, if he didn't want any help, then she would be more than happy to wash her hands of this whole mess...
"I do have one right Ranma." She hissed angrily, a hiss that rose quickly into a roar of rage. "Get out! If you're going to keep seeing her, then I don't want to see you! Get the hell out of my sight!"
"Now, hold on there Akane! Surely there's a way we can settle this without going to such extreme measures?!" Soun and Genma had rushed into action when Akane made her angry declaration.
"Yes, surely you can afford to cut down on the amount of time you spend with that Ukyo girl, right son?" Genma was sweating with near panic as he said this; if Ranma left, then he was sure to be not far behind him.
"If that's the way you want it, then fine!" Ranma roared in outrage. "I refuse to have anything to do with someone who thinks they can tell me who I can and can't have for friends, and who's so paranoid that she sees me flirting where there's nothing going on! I've had it!"
Genma immediately rushed at Ranma from the side, though what his intentions were would forever remain a mystery. The instant Ranma felt his hand on his shoulder, the younger Saotome spun in a backhand that sent his father flying into a wall with enough force to knock him out cold. He then whirled on his heel and strode vigorously and defiantly from the room. Racing upstairs to the guest room he had inhabited, he pulled his long-packed backpack onto his shoulders and left the building, leaping out the window, onto the plum tree in the garden, and then onto the fence rather than heading back downstairs.
Ukyo was satisfied with the end of the business day, lots of customers had come by this time. Just as she was going to lock up, she blinked as Ranma dropped onto the ground in front of her door, "Ranchan? What brings you here? Not that you aren't welcome or anything- come on in."
As the pig-tailed teen nodded his thanks and Ukyo decided to get some tea started after locking the door and as the water was boiling, she looked over at her friend, "So, I'm guessing that the princess finally had enough of you and tossed you out?"
"More like I got sick of her and walked out." Ranma replied, the remaining sparks of his pride unable to tolerate letting it look like he'd been driven off like a stray dog. Then, he slumped down in his seat. "Ucchan, is it alright if I crash here for a while?"
Ukyo shrugged, "Sure, I got a spare room that I can clear some non-essential stuff out of and unpack a spare futon and blankets. How long you planning on staying? Way things seem to work around here, you'll be back in that place before long." Ukyo smiled, "Still, just means I have to enjoy the company for as long as it lasts."
She glanced at Ranma while preparing the tea, before setting a cup down in front of him with a gentle expression, "Hey come on, so you left that place. Cheer up, it could have been worse."
Ranma gave her a tired smile in gratitude. "Thanks, Ucchan. I don't know what I'd do without a friend like you."
Ukyo blushed slightly, "Aw shucks Ranchan, now you've gone and embarrassed me." She jerked a thumb at the stairs behind the counter, "I'll get your room cleared out in a minute, but first, how about an okonomiyaki? Can't have my best friend staying up late because he's too hungry to get some sleep."
"Thanks for the offer. But, I think I'll help you get that room fixed up first; with the two of us, it'll be over fast."
Ranma-prime watched as his counterpart got up to help his version of Ukyo. By now, he had enough experience to tell that, although his counterpart still wasn't in love with Ukyo per se, she was definitely the one who held his heart now. He sighed heavily.
"Now how am I supposed to keep Akane from getting so paranoid if I try to patch things up with my Ukyo?" He asked the air. There was no answer, and after a few moments, he returned his attention to the Eye.
Just another ten chapters to go before we reach the end. For the vote-curious, the top three most voted chapters are "Ling-Ling/Lung-Lung's replacement", "Shampoo married Ranma when he was Love Bandaged", and "The sakura-mochi rejected Ranma as Akane's lover". Speaking of the Ling-Ling/Lung-Lung option; as it's the most popular, can I ask future voters for this to specify which of the girls they want to be Shampoo's replacement? It'd make things a little easier for me, plus Ganheim doesn't really like multi-matchups.
Just so folks are aware, here are the remaining oneshots and their votes- this story will finish with the "what if Mousse put the Reversal Jewel on Akane upside down" oneshot, as was helpfully suggested by GreyMonkey.
What If…
When Ranma beat Ling-ling & Lung-lung, they replaced Shampoo as his Amazon bride?
Votes: 14
Shampoo thought to get Ranma to sign her marriage license in secret during the Red Thread of Fate affair, so they were still legally married after Akane cut the thread at the last second?
Votes: 12
When Ranma ate Akane's love-predicting sakura-mochi, an X appeared on his face?
Votes: 11
Ranma blurted out to Akane that when he said "I love you", he thought she was Nabiki?
Votes: 12
Shampoo resisted the urge to go back and fight with Ukyo during the hotsprings race, so she and Ranma won the trip to Jusenkyo?
Votes: 11
Ranma and Shampoo failed to kiss before Maomolin rang the bell for the 108th time?
Votes: 10
Ryoga decided to try and hook Ranma & Shampoo up when Shampoo first came to Nerima?
Votes: 9
Ranma thought to ask Shampoo to have their date after he beat the Dojo Destroyer?
Votes: 8
Ukyo had been the one to jump into the tornado for the chart?
Votes: 9
Ranma finds out how much Ukyo is hurt after "Swimming with Psychos"?
Votes: 8