Subject: [FFML] [fanfic][ranmna] Comes the Cold Dragon: Part IIIc
From: Don Granberry
Date: 8/6/2000, 3:01 PM
To: ffml@fanfic.com
Reply-to:
lunohoco@lunohoco.com

Dear folks,

My apologies for being late with this. I had a spot of trouble with the
telephone line and could not get on line Friday in order to ship this
out.

As a bonus, I've uploaded a picture for you. You won't need quicktime
and it is not a very large page, but you will need millions of colors
and hopefully, you have a sense of humor.

Here's the link:

http://www.lunohoco.com/notthereyet/hotki.html

Now for the serious part of our progam:


Comes the Cold Dragon: Part IIIc

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       Most of the characters in this piece and the setting for it, were
conceived of by Rumiko Takahashi for her Ranma1/2 series of Manga. All
such characters and the setting are the property of Takahashi-san and
her licensees. All other characters in the piece are purely fictional
and any resemblances to actual persons living or dead, are purely
coincidental.

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       It was Shirikawa's turn at the wheel. He had parked 
the prowler just barely out of the line of sight on a 
sweeping, right hand turn. The traffic was still fairly light 
with two hours before the evening rush began. They had not 
had a bust since he had parked in this particular spot. The 
weather was turning unusually damp and sultry for this time 
of year with plenty of cumulus clouds marching in off the 
coast. Ohga was growing impatient.
 
       "See, Tetsu? I told'ja we use this spot too often. 
They're getting used to us bein' here."
 
        Shirikawa, being the brains of this particular pair 
ignored his partner's irascibility. He had been keeping 
records of where they got the most busts and the largest 
number of good chases. All but two of their best chases had 
started from this very spot.
 
       "I know that! I keep tellin' ya, we got as many 
collars as we need for this week. I'm hopin' for a good 
chase."
 
       "I ain't worried about collars for the week! I'm 
worried about collars for the month. I like to meet quota 
early."
 
       "Yeah, uh-huh! Remember what happened the last time we 
all got out and started making quota early? They upped the 
quota, didn't they?"
 
       "Are you sure that's really what happened?"
 
       "Hey! I showed you the numbers didn't I? What is it 
with you and basic arithmetic, anyway?"
 
       "Aw, I don't know. I guess I just don't trust numbers 
the way you do. My gut always tells me more."
 
       "Well my gut and my numbers tell me this is the best 
place to snag a good chase and its my turn to drive. Now shut 
up and lemme concentrate on the radar, will ya?"
 
       "Yeah, okay. Whatever."
        
       The pair passed a few moments in silence.
 
       "Whoa! Talk about a speed demon! Lookit this!" 
Shirikawa exclaimed.
 
       "Radar says seventy kilometers an hour, so what?"
 
       "Yeah, but look behind us and see what it is."
 
        Ohga's eyes widened with shock. 
 
       "A kid on a bicycle?"
 
       "Yeah! A nice lookin' kid on a bicycle."
 
        Xian Pu whipped by the parked prowler without paying 
it any mind whatsoever. 
 
       "Well I guess we ought to pull her over and tell her 
not to be ridin' that thing on the expressway, Tetsu."
 
       "Yeah, I guess you're right," Shirikawa said sounding 
disgusted. "I've got half a mind to write her a citation for 
it. We might've picked up a runner here today."
 
       "Oh, horsehockey! You just get her to pull over and 
I'll do the talkin'."
 
       "Hey! You are gonna share the squeeze with your old 
buddy now, ain't cha?"
 
       "Shirikawa, not only are you an idiot, you are one 
sick puppy! She's just a kid, for cryin' out loud."
 
       "Yeah, too bad." 
 
       "Will you roll this thing?"
 
       "Okay, okay! It's not like she's ridin' a Ninja, or 
nothin'!"
 
       "Yeah, but she could get hurt!"
 
        Shirikawa checked his mirror, then pulled out onto 
the expressway, easily catching up with Xian Pu on her 
borrowed, mountain bike.
 
       "Man! This kid's hell on wheels. She's still makin' a 
solid seventy!" Shirikawa said.
 
       "Well blip her and let's get her off this expressway 
before she gets flattened by a truck."
 
        Shirikawa turned on the prowler's flashers and 
blipped the siren. The girl looked over shoulder. Shirikawa 
saw her eyes widen, then she stood up on the pedals of the 
bicycle.
 
       "Holy smokes, she's actually speeding up! We're doin' 
almost eighty now."
 
       "Well get up along side of her and I'll try to talk to 
her."
 
       "Okay."
 
        Shirikawa moved one lane to the right and easily came 
alongside the franticly pumping Xian Pu. Ohga rolled down his 
window.
 
       "Okay, kid. Very impressive. Now pull over so we can 
talk."
 
       "Ramen for customer in Kasuga! No can sell you. You 
call Nekohanten," the girl shouted back.
 
       "Aw, shit! She's gaijin. I can't make her understand 
what I want."
 
       "Pull over! I police. I need talk you!" Ohga shouted 
out his window, hoping that the message would get across in 
pidgin.
 
       "Xian Pu no have time for gossip! Have delivery to 
make!"
 
        Shirikawa laughed and let off the gas.
 
       "What are you doin'?" Ohga shouted.
 
       "Relax, will ya? If we crowd her at this speed she's 
bound to get hurt. We'll just get in behind her and wait for 
her to wear out. It ain't like she's got a four-banger on 
that thing, you know." Shirikawa said as dropped back into 
Xian Pu's lane. 
 
       "Hell, I didn't think of that."
 
       "And you're always callin' me an idiot, Ohga. You 
ought to be ashamed of yourself."
 
       
        They cruised along for about two minutes at eighty 
kilometers per hour. Shirikawa began to wonder if there 
wasn't an engine of some kind on the bicycle and he simply 
failed to notice it.
 
       "This kid's a regular powerhouse!"
 
       "Unbelievable. How are we going to log this one?"
 
       "Whoa!" Shirikawa shouted as the girl and bicycle 
suddenly loped over the left hand guardrail and disappeared 
down the slope from the expressway's road bed. He pulled off 
onto the shoulder and stopped.
 
       "Can you see her, Norio? Is she all right?"
 
       "Yeah, I can see her. She just rocketed off into a 
neighborhood down there."
 
       "Damn! How did she do that?"
 
       "How are we gonna log this, Tetsu?"
 
       "We ain't."
 
       "Whatta ya mean we ain't?"
 
       "You wanna try explainin' this to the Captain?"
 
       "No, not really."
 
       "Then we ain't gonna log it, Norio."
 
       "Aw rats! Look at the time, Tetsu! It's almost shift 
change."
 
        Shirikawa did his other dog imitation as he tramped 
down on the gas pedal and got back out onto the expressway. 
The one thing that could get a Tokyo cop a bigger chewing out 
than wrecking his squad car, was being late for shift change.
 
         
      
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        After delivering Ranma and Akane's lunch, Nabiki 
decided she had a break coming and went to her favorite 
coffee shop on Market Street. It was smaller than the one on 
Sales Street and a little more expensive.  Nabiki did not 
mind the slightly higher prices, because the quality was a 
bit better and the place tended to be less crowded even 
though it was smaller. She sat down at her favorite table 
then spread out her notes and opened her ledger book. On top 
of everything else, she had ton of bookkeeping to catch up 
on. Maybe now would be good time to buy that laptop. Happosai 
owed her at least that much for her time and trouble. 
 
        Nabiki was on her third cup of coffee and well into 
her bookkeeping chores when Kodachi Kuno and her coach, Saeko 
Shimazu walked in. Kodachi was wearing a very plain dress and 
blouse combination that was nevertheless expensive. One might 
not have noticed this accept that Shimazu was with her and 
was attired in similar, but far less expensive clothing. The 
contrast was startling. Nabiki calmly dropped her notes into 
the ledger book, then closed it. Just as she expected, 
Kodachi noticed her. In all probability, Kodachi had come to 
this coffeehouse expecting to find her.
 
       "Good afternoon, Tendo-san!"
 
       "Good afternoon, Kuno-san."
 
       "Have you met my trainer? This is Saeko Shimazu," 
Kodachi said, "and this is Nabiki Tendo."
 
        The other woman extended her hand as Nabiki stood up 
and took it. She knew who the woman was, but they had never 
actually met.
 
       "Pleased to meet you, Shimazu-san. Your reputation 
precedes you," Nabiki said with a genuine smile. The truth be 
known, Nabiki admired competence of any kind and there could 
be little doubt about this woman's competence.
 
       "Pleased to meet you, Tendo-san," Shimazu said as they 
shook hands.
 
       "Would you be kind enough to join me?" Nabiki asked 
the two women. 
 
        Kodachi smiled and sat down. "Delighted, Tendo-san."
 
        Nabiki did not know why, but two phrases leapt to 
mind as Kodachi and her coach took seats at the table. "A man 
is never so harmlessly occupied as when he is busy making 
money," and "Hold your friends close, but hold your enemies 
even closer." Truth be known, Nabiki had been entirely too 
busy to give the Kodachi problem all the consideration it 
deserved. She had been having second doubts about using the 
confidence drug on her. Nabiki did not know enough about what 
the results might be, but she had promised Ranma to take care 
of the Kodachi problem and take care of it she would. Nabiki 
smiled as she sat back down, not realizing that it made her 
look like a great white shark.
 
       "So how are things going for you, Kuno-san," Nabiki 
asked.
 
       "Oh, they've been better. And you, Tendo-san?"
 
       "It has been a very busy week."
 
       "Yes, I suppose it has. Tell me, how is your little 
project at Miyagi's coming?"
 
        Nabiki's smile widened. Kodachi chose a nice way to 
lead into the topic she was really interested in. Nabiki 
decided to cooperate.
 
       "Oh, I think we will be finished by opening time 
Friday evening. The clinic project will be completed much 
sooner--noon on Friday, I think."
 
       "What on earth does Doctor Ono do with cryogenic 
materials?" Kodachi asked, sounding slightly outraged.
 
       "Nothing," Nabiki answered, "Ranma did that."
       
       "My Ranma-sama?" Kodachi asked, sounding shocked. 
Shimazu rolled her eyes.
 
       "Yes, he's been having a little trouble with his ki 
since this past Sunday."
 
        Kodachi suddenly looked very fragile. Shimazu began 
to look deeply concerned.
 
       "How is he, Tendo-san? I'll pay whatever you want."
 
       "Oh, I'm not going to charge you this time, Kuno-san. 
The matter is entirely too serious. Ranma is dangerously 
ill."
 
       "Dangerously ill?" Kodachi squeaked.
  
       "Yes. He has a stress related illness which is very 
similar to combat fatigue. It makes him very dangerous. 
Doctor Ono tells me that Ranma is almost as dangerous as an 
atomic bomb, right now. I thought at first he was 
exaggerating, but what happened at the clinic last night 
changed my mind."
 
        Kodachi closed her eyes and shivered. Shimazu was now 
hanging on every word Nabiki said.
 
       "How long will it take for his condition to improve, 
Tendo-san?" Kodachi asked after a long pause.
 
       "I don't know. It depends on several things. Doctor 
Ono says Ranma must have several weeks of restful quiet."
 
       "If he needs restful quiet, why is that...that...Why 
is SHE there?"
 
       "My little sister, you mean?"
 
        Kodachi nodded.
 
       "She's there because Ranma insisted on it. He thinks 
Akane's life is in grave danger and won't let her out of his 
sight for more than fifteen minutes without becoming 
dangerously upset."
 
       "Oh," Kodachi said in a small voice.
 
       "He's worried about a few other people, as well."
 
       "Oh, really? Might I ask who?" Kodachi asked in a coy 
way.
 
       "You for one. He's paying me to take care of you," 
Nabiki said, then cut her eyes over to Shimazu.
 
       "What?" Kodachi wailed. "My Ranma-sama is paying you 
to take care of me?" Kodachi began to cry. Shimazu rolled her 
eyes, then covered her face with both hands.
 
       "Why on earth would he be worried about me?"
 
       "Mostly because he is overstressed, Kuno-san. He is 
deeply concerned about Ukyo and Xian Pu, as well."
 
       "Oh," Kodachi said, looking as though she had a bad 
taste in her mouth, "Those two."
 
       "How on earth can he afford your services, Nabiki 
Tendo."
 
       "Ranma and I operate on a barter basis. He is heir to 
the Anything Goes School of Martial Arts. I am the founding 
master of the Anything Goes School of Capitalism. Our skills 
complement one another nicely." This was true only in the 
most theoretical of terms of course, but Kodachi did not need 
to know that.
 
       "You? A capitalist?" Kodachi asked, sounding amused, 
"How delightfully silly! What could _you_ possibly know about 
capitalism, Nabiki Tendo?"
 
        Shimazu cut her eyes over towards her client, as 
though trying to get her attention. Don't go there! Shimazu's 
face seemed to say.
 
       "A great deal more than you will ever know, Kuno-san," 
Nabiki said with a cold smile and hard eyes.
       
       "Ho, ho, ho, hooo, ho, ho! I suppose next you will be 
offering me a chance to become one of your students."
 
        Nabiki calmly leaned back in her chair, then sipped 
her coffee.
 
       "Never!" Nabiki said with a smirk, "You haven't got 
what it takes."
       
        Kodachi's face froze and her eyes grew very, very 
hard as she regarded Nabiki. Nabiki smiled and sipped her 
coffee again. Shimazu shivered as goosebumps swarmed up her 
arms and legs.
 
       "I can do anything you can, Tendo-san."
 
        Nabiki allowed her smirk to become a sneer.
 
       "Who are you trying to kid, Kuno-san?" Nabiki asked. 
"You have never wanted for anything in your entire life. You 
can't even manage your own money."
 
       "I most certainly can!"
 
       "A hundred-thousand yen," Nabiki said with a smirk.
 
       "That's nothing!" Kodachi said with a sneer, "Why not 
a serious wager?"
 
       "Oh, I'm not offering you a bet, or even charging you 
a fee, Kuno-san," Nabiki said as she worked her face into the 
smile she reserved for those who were trying to get out of 
paying off a loan. "I am setting a limit."
 
       "A limit?"
 
       "If you become my student, that is all you will be 
allowed to bring away from your estate. Anything beyond that, 
you will be required to earn by your own efforts."
 
        Shimazu gasped. Kodachi gave her a sharp look.
 
       "I have certain obligations which must be met."
 
       "I understand. But you will move out of your mansion. 
You will find a place of your own without servants and you 
will make a new start with only a hundred-thousand yen," 
Nabiki said coldly, "It is called training, Kuno-san."
 
        Kodachi's eyes narrowed. "I can do it you know."
 
       "No, I don't know, Kuno-san," Nabiki said with the 
smirk she usually reserved for aggravating Akane, "And I 
don't believe you know either."
 
       "Very well, sensei! I will prove it to you!" Kodachi 
said with a snarl, "I will become your student this coming 
Monday. I have certain arrangements to make first."
 
        Nabiki's smirk took on an aspect that could have 
frightened every demon in Japan and probably did. "You will 
leave your wardrobe as well, Kuno-san and you will not rent, 
purchase, borrow or steal anything without talking to me 
first."
 
        Kodachi glowered at Nabiki. "As you wish, sensei. May 
we go now?"
 
       "Of course, Kuno-san."
 
        Nabiki gritted her teeth to stifle her laughter as 
Kodachi and Saeko left. This was going to be a lot more fun 
than she first thought it would be.
 
       "Waste not, want not," Nabiki reminded herself as 
opened her ledger book. 
 
              
      
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       "Why are you playing with that monster, Kuno-san?" 
Shimazu asked, once the two of them were outside the coffee 
shop.
 
       "Ho, ho, ho, ho! I _love_ dangerous pets, Shimazu-
san."
 
       "That's no pet, Kuno-san! That bitch is a big, toothy 
shark studying to be a big, toothy orca!"
 
       "I know! Delightful company, isn't she?"
 
       "Oh, yeah! Sure! She makes Midori-gami look like a 
chihuahua puppy."
 
       "I think I'd like to rehearse again, Shimazu-san, if 
you have the time."
 
       "Of course, Kuno-san. By all means, let us rehearse 
while your batteries are charged!"
 
       "Ho, ho, ho, ho! Shall I wear pink fur this time? Ho, 
ho, ho, ho, ho!"
 
        Shimazu could only shake her head. She made a mental 
note to consult with Doctor Ono as quickly as she could. 
Kodachi did not wear pink fur, but she was more like her old 
self once they returned to Kuno-ke. Shimazu felt much better 
about the impending competition after Kodachi's second 
rehearsal, she just wished she could be as hopeful about the 
future of humanity. The knowledge that Kodachi Kuno and 
Nabiki Tendo would soon be locked in a struggle to see who 
would become Empress of the Universe was unnerving. The 
weather did not improve her mood any as she left the Kuno 
estate. The air was hot, damp and sticky negating the effects 
of the light breeze blowing in off the coast, while over head 
the clouds had begun to darken. It was a perfect match for 
her sense of impending doom.
 
              
      
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        In his little shop on Forges Street, Jean-Luc 
Thibbedeaux had made great progress on Xian Pu's bicycle. All 
the tubing had been bent and fitted up in the jigs he had 
built. The welder and his helper would soon have the frame 
completely welded out. While they worked, he finished hogging 
out the sprockets. He had already gotten a call from Nagai 
Plastics. The carbon fiber leaf springs he had designed would 
be delivered by nine o'clock. The tires had already been 
delivered. With any luck at all, he would have the first 
prototype of the Enterprise D completely assembled by eleven. 
Then it would merely be a matter of final tuning and finish 
work. He felt good. When Xian Pu arrived by eleven on 
Thursday morning, she would have her badly needed bicycle and 
he would have produced a world class design in twenty-four 
hours. He was about to join the ranks of Thomas Edison and 
Donald Douglas and he knew it. 
 
              
      
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        Contrary to Tofu Ono's fears, the news coverage did 
his practice no harm whatsoever. By late Wednesday afternoon 
he had seen and treated three times as many patients as would 
have been ordinary. Some were not really in need of any 
treatment. They had merely come by to see him and be 
supportive. Several of them had been people that he had been 
encouraging to come in. He smiled to himself about the little 
ironies of life as he finished up the last of his paperwork. 
He had thought about hiring someone to help with paperwork, 
but really wanted to hold that position open for someone 
special. 
 
        He decided to check on Ranma and Akane before 
leaving. The poor brawler had insisted on being taken to the 
infirmary at the jail, Tofu could not really blame him. Time 
there would count as time served, and all he really needed to 
do was rest until he healed anyway. Tofu wished things could 
be that simple for Ranma.
 
        A glance at the sleeping young man was all he really 
needed, but he decided to lift Ranma's covers and do a more 
complete visual just to be sure. Tofu shook his head. 
Physically, Ranma was practically whole. Were it not for his 
emotional condition, Tofu would have released the boy that 
afternoon.
 
       "How is he, Doctor Tofu?" Akane asked in soft voice.
 
       "Physically, he is almost completely healed," Tofu 
said as he replaced the covers.
 
       "Has he had another episode?"
 
       "No, just the one. He has slept like a baby ever 
since."
 
       "All right. When he wakes up, I'd imagine that will be 
in about two or three hours, he is going to be very hungry 
again."
 
       "Nabiki said she would bring supper over."
 
       "Good," Tofu said with a smile, "You did tell her not 
to bring pizza, right?"
 
        Akane's eyes got wide and she nodded.
 
       "When he wakes up he is going to be feeling a lot 
better. Tell him I said to take it easy. He might feel good, 
but it will be easy for him to overexert himself."
 
       "I understand."
 
       "Tell him I said no more than one kata in four hours, 
got that?"
 
       "You know he'll do two or three anyway, Doctor Tofu."
 
       "I'm counting on you to nag at him about it, okay?"
 
        Akane grinned, then nodded her head.
 
        The telephone rang.
 
       "Well I guess I'd better get that before I go," Tofu 
said, "See you tomorrow, Akane."
 
       "Good night, Doctor Tofu."
 
        Tofu walked back into his office and picked up the 
telephone.
 
       "Hello?"
 
       "Doctor Ono?"
 
       "Yes?"
 
       "This is Saeko Shimazu, I don't know if you remember 
me or not."
 
       "Oh, yes! We met at that stress related disorders 
seminar in Onimichi last spring. How have you been?"
 
       "Just fine, thank you. And you?"
 
       "Actually, we have been pretty busy here of late."
 
       "I think I know why. One of my clients is, ah, 
infatuated with one of your patients. Her name is Kodachi 
Kuno. Have you ever heard of her?"
 
        Tofu nearly dropped the receiver.
 
       "Oh, you could say I've run across the name a time or 
two. She fancies herself to be the fiancee of a patient I'm 
currently treating. Is something extraordinarily wrong?"
 
       "Let's just say that I think a consultation between us 
might be in order, Doctor Ono."
 
       "I was afraid you would say something like that. Is 
the matter acute?"
 
       "I think prompt action may well be in order."
 
       "I see. How about this evening, then?"
 
       "Have you ever tried okinomiyaki? There's this little 
place on the northeast side that..."
 
       "Ah, I really do like it, but we would be better off 
trying another place, I think."
 
       "Well there's that great little noodle shop over on 
the northwest side. This little old Chinese lady makes the 
best bowl of ..."
 
       "Hmm, I think the Oukanki-ya would be better for us, 
Shimazu-san."
 
       "Bleah! They never get their noodles right."
 
       "Yes, I know what you mean. Why don't you meet me at 
the Nerima Unagi-ya, then?"
 
       "Well, it's a little expensive, but..."
 
       "My treat! See you there in a couple of hours?"
 
       "Hey! Clients or no clients," Shimazu said cheerfully, 
"I never turn down free unagi."
 
       "See you in a couple of hours then. Bye"
 
       "Bye, bye!"
 
              
      
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       "Is Soun feeling better now, Kasumi-chan?" Nodoka 
asked as she finished putting up their sewing projects.
 
       "Oh, yes. I'm sure he'll sleep till morning, now. Poor 
father! His arms and back really seem to be bothering him."
 
       "Don't worry, dear. He's just suffering from a little 
overexertion is all. I can't tell you how many times I babied 
Genma through these kind's of spells. I finally learned not 
to spoil him."
 
        Kasumi giggled, but looked guilty about it.
 
       "What do you say we step out for a bite to eat? You 
spend entirely too much time in that kitchen of yours."
 
       "Do you think we should, Auntie Nodoka? I mean money 
might be a little tight here in the near future."
 
       "Kasumi-chan, if the men of this household can be 
forgiven for throwing away hundreds of thousands away by 
tearing down a sake parlor, I don't think you and I should 
begrudge ourselves a decent meal we did not have to cook."
 
       "I never thought of things that way before."
 
       "Well, it would be unwise for you to make a habit of 
it. I seriously doubt Tofu will be the handful that Soun and 
Genma have been all these years."
 
        Kasumi gave Nodoka a questioning look.
 
       "Oh, I never met your father until I found out Genma 
had brought Ranma here, but I have heard the stories."
 
       "Oh, my!" Kasumi said, looking delighted, "Could you 
tell me some of them?"
       
       "Of course, dear, but not here. Have you ever tried 
eating at the Nerima Unagi-ya?"
       
       "I'll just go put on my kimono," Kasumi said with a 
smile, "I've had their take-out, but I have never eaten at 
the restaurant."
 
       "You are going to love this place, dear! The 
atmosphere is just marvelous."
 
       "I'll be right down, Auntie!" Kasumi said happily.
 
         
 
      
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       "Eight large specials?" Ukyo asked, "Are you sure, 
Nabiki?"
 
       "According to Doctor Ono, Ranma needs a lot of protein 
right now. He's eaten two entire flats of tofu by himself in 
the last two days."
 
        Ukyo poured out four large discs of batter on the 
griddle and began laying out toppings as she spoke. "I knew 
Ran-chan was a big eater, but good grief! Two entire flats of 
tofu? Just tofu, nothing to go with it?"
 
       "That and several large meals between binges," Nabiki 
said with a nod of her head. "I thought he might be coming 
home in a week, but after last night I'm not so sure 
anymore."
 
       "I thought a big appetite was supposed to be a sign of 
recovery."
 
       "Well, that would be true with any normal person I'm 
sure," Nabiki said.
 
       "You got a point there, Nabiki. Ran-chan is a lot of 
things, but normal ain't one of 'em. What do you think the 
real problem is?"
 
       "Too many fiancee's and one too many fights, I think. 
That battle he got into in China took a lot out of him."
 
       "Is it true he defeated a kami, Nabiki?"
 
       "I don't know that you could rightly call Safuron a 
kami, but he is about as close to one as you are likely to 
find in the flesh. Ranma more or less killed him because just 
wounding him wouldn't put him out of the fight."
 
       "Ran-chan...killed...someone!" Ukyo became very pale.
 
       "Yes, but he only did it to save Akane's life. That's 
why she's at the clinic every day instead of school. Ranma is 
afraid that something will happen to her. He keeps having 
nightmares about it."
 
        Ukyo began to look like a very lost and frightened 
little girl.
 
       "He's worried about you, too."
 
       "Huh?"
 
       "Look, all three of you, you, Xian Pu and Akane, worry 
him to death. If one of you isn't being grabbed by somebody, 
you are fighting each other tooth and nail over him. Ranma 
doesn't want anyone hurt on his account. I think he'd rather 
be dead. No, I take that back. I _know_ he'd rather be dead. 
The three of you keep this up and he'll leave just so you 
three idiots will stop fighting."
 
       "Well if he would just make up his mind then..."
 
       "And what if he did make up his mind Ukyo? What would 
change? Been to any bombed out weddings lately?"
 
       "That hurt, Nabiki!" Ukyo said, as she began to cry.
 
       "Damned right it hurt! It hurt Ranma a hell of a lot 
more than it did anyone else! Why do you think he's holed up 
in that clinic fighting to hold on to his sanity?" Nabiki's 
voice was suddenly vehement and her eyes flashed with anger. 
The two young women stared hard at one another for several 
minutes until acrid smoke began to fill the as the two women 
stared hard at one another. 
       
       "Damn! Now look what you made do!" Ukyo chided Nabiki 
as she threw the burnt okinomiyaki into the trash.
 
       "I'll pay you half-price for it," Nabiki said.
 
       "Since when did you become so generous?" Ukyo asked, 
sounding suspicious.
 
       "Since Ranma asked me to help out," Nabiki said, 
gritting her teeth. 
 
        This was an answer Ukyo found amusing. She broke out 
into wild fit of laughter. Nabiki  calmly waited for the 
storm to pass.
 
       "You find that amusing?"
 
       "Yes, I do, Nabiki! Ran-chan must be slipping really 
bad to trust your help," Ukyo said as began to cleaning her 
griddle.
 
       "I always deliver what I promised," Nabiki said 
coldly.
 
       "Oh, I know, but what you promise always works out 
best for you."
 
       "Naturally. Why should it be any other way? Anyone 
that says they are making you a deal that works out in your 
favor alone is lying to you, Ukyo. You've been in business 
long enough to understand that."
 
       "So what do you get out this, Nabiki, hmm? I'd like to 
know, because I really do love Ranma and if you hurt him, 
you'll have to answer to me."
 
       "He will marry a Tendo, you know," Nabiki said coldly.
 
       "Huh?"
 
       "It's in the contract between our parents. It says 
nothing about Ranma marrying Akane. It says he'll marry one 
of Soun Tendo's daughters, and if not one of Soun's 
daughters, one of our cousins."
 
       "What on earth were they thinking?" Ukyo practically 
screamed.
 
       "I wish I knew," Nabiki said. "It doesn't really 
matter right now anyway. You know what does matter? Until 
Ranma is married, neither Kasumi nor I can make any plans, 
nor will you or Xian Pu. Every last one of us is waiting 
around for this to be settled one way or another." Nabiki 
shuddered inside. She prided herself on her ability to 
maintain a poker player's coutenance, but this was really 
pushing the envelope. If these idiots did not come around 
soon, she would elope with Ranma and put an end to it that 
way.
       
        Ukyo poured out more batter looking thoughtful.
 
       "So you are here to make me an offer, right?"
 
       "No, because you don't strike me as the type that 
would accept money as payment for something like this," 
Nabiki said with as much warmth as she could muster. "I'm not 
the one expected to marry Ranma in any case."
 
       "So you're saying I'll have to make a deal with Akane 
then, right?"
 
       "I'm saying you should think about it. If Ranma 
marries Akane or Kasumi, money is all you are likely to get."
 
       "Oh, really? You mean it would be different if he 
married you?"
 
       "If I had accepted him the day he arrived, this mess 
would already have been settled. I never let love get in the 
way of reason."
 
       "I can believe that!" Ukyo said as she boxed the first 
four okinomiyaki, then started another four on the griddle. 
"Especially if the reasoning leads to money."
 
       "You are a very bright young lady, Ukyo Kuonji."
 
       "There is no way you could make enough money out of 
Ranma for you to willingly marry him, so I guess I don't have 
to worry about you, or do I?"
 
       "Do I look like the sort of woman who would become a 
brood mare just to satisfy tradition?" Nabiki managed to keep 
up a cool appearance despite her elevated heart rate. The 
truth be known, she would not mind taking a stab at being a 
brood mare for Ranma, so long as she did not quite succeed.
 
       "So you'd pick me to be Ranma's concubine, is that 
it?"
 
       "It would settle your claim, wouldn't it?"
 
       "Akane would never go for it--not that I'd go for it, 
either.
 
        Nabiki smiled. Ukyo most certainly would go for it.  
Hell! I'd go for it if I thought Akane would, she thought.
 
       "No, Akane won't. So you need to start thinking about 
what you are going to do. Ranma can't marry everyone that has 
a claim to him, much less everyone that thinks they have a 
claim to him. He can only satisfy one claim and my sister's 
claim has precedence over all others, yours and mine 
included."
 
       "Your claim?" Ukyo asked, staring at Nabiki in 
surprise. "Since when did you have a claim, Nabiki?"
 
       "I'm a Tendo, remember? You don't really think I'd let 
Kasumi marry him do you? He'd never be able to take care of 
her. Who ever marries Ranma will need to be pretty much self-
sufficient."
 
        Ukyo took a deep breath and began boxing the second 
set of okinomiyaki.
 
       "So if for some reason Akane rejects him, you will 
step in?"
 
       "Yes, I will. Otherwise, Kasumi would. You know what a 
traditionalist she is."
 
       "I love him, Nabiki."
 
       "We all know that, Uchan. That's why we are all 
scratching our heads trying to figure out a way to solve 
this, but try to understand one thing, Ranma _will_ marry a 
Tendo."
    
       "It's not fair!" 
       
       "You think I don't know that? It isn't fair to Ranma, 
or you, or me, or my sisters. Genma laid a trap for you, you 
know."
 
       "Huh?"
 
       "Sure he did. The more women after Ranma, the more 
likely Ranma will produce an heir, right?"
 
       "That bastard!" Ukyo shouted, gritting her teeth and 
clenching her fists. "I'm gonna kill him!"
 
       "Don't do that anytime too soon, Ukyo-chan. I'm not 
through torturing him, yet. I might've grabbed Ranma if 
hadn't been for him."
 
        Both of them giggled at this.
 
       "You'd better take your order and go, Nabiki-chan. 
It's going to get cold."
 
       "Okay."
 
       "Just one thing though."
 
       "What's that?"
 
       "What if Ranma decides he doesn't want to marry a 
Tendo?"
 
       "Then he will have to give up his school, Ukyo-chan. 
You know Genma would disown him. Happosai could care less 
about him. Given a choice between supporting Ranma and free 
room and board, guess who he would axe?"
 
       "Genma wouldn't disown Ranma!"
 
       "I'm pretty sure he would. I haven't found out why he 
and my dad made their little deal yet, but I'll let you know 
when I do."
 
       "Okay, Nabiki."
 
       "I gotta run," Nabiki said as she took the boxes. "Do 
us both a favor, will you, Ukyo?"
 
       "What's that?"
 
       "Stay away from Kodachi and Xian Pu."
 
       "Hah! No problem there."
 
       "Jaa, neh?"
 
       "See ya!"
 
        Ukyo sat thinking for a long time after Nabiki left, 
trying separate her enemies from her rivals and decide what 
to do about which. She knew she would never insist that Ranma 
give up The Art. It had been his entire life until now, but 
she could not bear the thought of giving him up, either. If 
Ranma married Xian Pu he would go back to China and she would 
never see him again. He was never going to have anything to 
do with Kodachi so that was not a worry beyond Kodachi being 
a nuisance. Akane had Ranma on her own turf. Did she really 
want to hang around hoping they would break up? No, but she 
would. Could she share him with another woman? She gritted 
her teeth. Right now it looked as though there were little 
choice. There was little doubt left in her mind that Ranma 
was in love with Akane. She had not understood about what 
happened at Jusendo until Ryoga explained it the night after 
the failed wedding. If Ranma was married to Akane though, 
opportunities would arise sooner or later. If he married 
Nabiki things would work out even quicker. There seemed 
little to be gained by antagonizing either of the younger 
Tedou girls.
 
        What if he married Kasumi? That thought made her 
shudder. It would be the end. Ranma would never do anything 
to offend or hurt Kasumi. No decent person would. One thing 
was certain however, she was going look Genma up and give him 
another good beating. Ukyo suddenly realized that there was a 
lot of room in her heart for friendship with Akane. She would 
have to make peace with her. This mess was Genma's fault, not 
Akane's and so long as she remained friendly with Akane and 
Ranma, there was hope that...they could...could. Much to 
Ukyo's annoyance, she was still blushing as customers started 
coming through the door.
 
              
      
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        The Nerima Unagi-ya was everything Nodoka said it 
was. The place was exceptionally clean and brightly lit 
without seeming to be part of a hospital.  The decor pleased 
Kasumi no end. The floors were brightly polished, the lamp 
shades dust-free, the tables gleamed and the chairs were 
comfortable. Their waiter however, was new to the job.
 
       "Green tea for you ladies, I guess?"
 
       "Yes, for starters. We would like sake as well please, 
young man," Nodoka said, bristling slightly. She might be a 
traditionalist, but even she bridled at being talked down to. 
This young man was being much too casual in his approach. 
When acting as a servant, one asked. One did not guess.
 
       "Any particular brand, ma'am?" the waiter asked, 
obviously nonplussed.
 
       "I'm sure you will choose a good one for us, won't you 
dear boy?" Nodoka said icily.
 
       "I'll, I'll do my very best ma'am."
 
       "That's a good lad," Nodoka said with a cold smile.
 
        The waiter ran to the bar for advice. He wasn't at 
all sure how to handle this situation.
 
       "There's two very straightlaced lookin' broads at one 
of my tables wantin' sake. Any ideas?"
 
       "Yeah, serve 'em their tea and tell 'em the sake is 
being warmed up," the bartender said as he dug out a bottle 
of sake and blew the dust off of it.
 
       "Hey!" the waiter said sounding alarmed, "That's 
pretty potent stuff."
       
       "Yeah, but its nearly tasteless. That's why the 
professional drunks almost never ask for it. These two won't 
drink a whole flask between 'em. Go serve 'em their tea."
 
       "Your tea, ma'am."
 
       "Thank you, young man," Nodoka said.
 
       "The sake is being warmed up for you right now. I'll 
bring it out as soon as it is ready."
 
       "That will be fine, thank you," Nodoka said, giving 
the struggling youngster a somewhat warmer smile than before.
 
       "Thank you, ma'am."
 
       "Auntie Nodoka?"
 
       "Yes, Kasumi-chan."
 
       "I have never drunk sake before."
 
       "What? Not even a taste?"
 
       "I never could get past the smell, to tell you the 
truth."
 
       "Well it's time you tried it, dear. A little will do 
you no harm."
 
       "Yes, Auntie," Kasumi said, sounding dubious.
 
       "Just try a little taste, dear. There will be times 
later on in life when you will have to drink a little to be 
polite."
 
        Kasumi nodded her head, seeing the wisdom in what 
Nodoka said.
 
       "So tell me, what has life with my son and Genma been 
like?"
 
       "Oh, mostly it's been very amusing. Sometimes quite 
exciting, especially after Happosai returned."
 
       "Exciting? I can just imagine! Ha!"
 
        They were so engrossed in their reminisces, that the 
waiter was more or less ignored as he delivered the sake. The 
sake itself was so bland that the two of them consumed the 
entire flask without really noticing. The waiter was new, but 
not an idiot. He brought out a second one without being 
asked. They kept right on chattering. He interrupted them 
long enough to take their food orders, then faded into the 
paint. He brought another flask of sake out with their order 
out. The two women seemed to be having a wonderful time 
together. He began to look forward to a healthy tip. 
Meanwhile, the place began to fill up and he suddenly found 
himself too busy to really pay attention to how much sake the 
two were consuming. He just kept bringing it out when ever 
they appeared to be low. After all, the bottle was open. They 
may as well get rid of the stuff while they had the chance.

              
      
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        The was no breeze by the time she got off at the bus 
stop nearest Tofu's clinic. The humidity had climbed to the 
point that she felt like she needed a towel by the time she 
reached the clinic a mere two blocks from the bus stop. Much 
to her surprise, Ranma was up and walking around.
 
       "Well look at you!" Nabiki said as she struggled with 
the door. "You look fit enough to give me a hand."
 
        Ranma hastened to help her out. 
 
       "Awright! Okinomiyaki!"
 
       "Hi, Nabiki," Akane said. Nabiki looked closely at 
Akane's face. Her eyes looked strained.
 
       "Hi, Sis. Studying hard?"
 
       "I am so far behind, Nabiki, I don't know that I'll 
ever catch up."
 
       "I know what you mean, Akane. I can't stay long. I'm 
getting behind too."
 
       "Busy day?" Akane asked.
 
       "Oh! You know it."
 
       "Hungry?"
 
       "Yes."
 
       "Good. Let's eat. I can't stay long. I've got a ton of 
homework to do and still have a bunch of bills Kasumi and I 
need to go over."
 
       "Okay."
 
        The okinomiyaki did not last long.
 
       "So, Ranma. Think you could make it up and down the 
stairs okay?" Nabiki asked.
 
       "If I really had to, yeah. I still get dizzy if I move 
around too much at one time."
 
       "Think you can handle living in the flat upstairs in a 
couple of days?"
 
       "Well yeah, I guess, but why?"
 
        Ranma and Akane both gave Nabiki questioning looks.
 
       "Because I think it might be a good idea to get you 
guys out of this examination room as soon as we can."
 
       "Well why not just have us go home in a couple of 
days? I think I'll be probably be able to go back to school 
by Monday."
 
       "Because it isn't your call, Ranma. I don't think Tofu 
is going to release you for at least another week, maybe 
longer."
 
       "What about school, Nabiki?" Akane asked, her voice 
rising with concern.
 
       "What about it? Both you guys are doing better now 
than you ever did before."
 
       "Huh?" Ranma and Akane chorused.
 
       "It's true. Your teachers are flipping out. They have 
never gotten this much work out of Ranma and the papers 
they've graded so far suggest that you'll both improve your 
grades by at least a letter."
 
       "Do what?" Akane asked.
 
       "It's true. All you have to do is keep turning the 
work in and I won't have any trouble covering for you, okay? 
But if you guys stop turning in work, they'll start griping 
about you not being in class."
 
       "It makes sense in a way," Akane said looking a little 
glum, "We've had more peace and quiet here than we ever had 
in school."
 
       "Boy! That ain't no lie!" Ranma said.
 
       "If I were you guys, I'd try to stay here for as long 
as I could. At least until you get caught up with your 
schoolwork."
 
       "What about our parents, Nabiki?" Akane asked.
 
       "You know, Akane. I think Dad and Saotome-san are 
going to be a little too busy to worry about you guys for the 
next couple of weeks, but I'm pretty sure Aunt Nodoka will be 
coming to see you every other day or so."
 
       "Nabiki, what are you up to?" Akane asked.
 
       "Me? I'm just trying to help, Akane."
 
       "Why?" Akane asked.
 
       "Well, for one thing I figure I owe you. For another, 
we have got more money coming in than ever before."
 
       "Huh? How?" Ranma asked, sounding alarmed.
 
       "Operation Market Garden, Saotome."
 
       "Oh, really?"
 
        Akane started to say something, but stopped when 
Ranma touched her shoulder.
 
       "Really. I need at least a week, maybe two to bring it 
to a perfect conclusion, but I can shut it down whenever you 
want."
 
       "If it ain't broke, let's not fix it," Ranma said. 
"I'll try the stairs tomorrow maybe."
 
       "Don't do it if it's too much strain, Ranma," Nabiki 
said, "but I think it would work better for all concerned if 
you two were a little less conspicuous around here. Out of 
sight, out of mind. If you know what I mean."
 
       "I gotcha."
 
       "It sounds to me as though you are having fun, 
Nabiki."
 
       "You know me, Akane. I love swimming with sharks."
 
       "Even when you get bit?" Akane asked.
 
       "My bite's a lot worse, Little Sister," Nabiki said 
with grin. It was a very convincing grin. Nabiki glanced at 
her watch.
 
       "Ooh! I gotta go. I'll stop by and see you guys on the 
way to school tomorrow."
 
       "Good night, Nabiki," Ranma said.
 
       "Be careful going home, Big Sister."
 
       "I will. You guys behave, okay?"
 
       "Around this tomboy? No prob...OOF!"
 
       "Have your schoolwork ready!" Nabiki called over her 
shoulder.
 
       "We will!" Akane called after her, then turned on 
Ranma.
 
       "No problem, huh? Tomboy, huh?"
 
       "Hey! It's just part of the act, okay?"
 
       "Yeah?"
 
       "Yea...mmph!" Akane cut Ranma off with a kiss.
 
       "Uh, Akane?" Ranma asked.
 
       "Hmm?"
 
       "We really do have to behave."
 
        Akane thumped him on the chest. "I know, silly. You 
haven't healed up enough, yet."
 
        Ranma blinked several times, then all but ran to the 
bathroom for cold water. Things would be much less likely to 
get out of control if he were in his female form.
 
              
      
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        Tofu Ono sat in opened-mouth horror listening to 
Saeka Shimazu, his expensive serving of kanabaki completely 
forgotten.
 
       "Kodachi agreed?" he asked. "She is actually going to 
become Nabiki's student?"
 
        Shimazu nodded her head, her face a grim mask.
 
       "Oh, may the kami have mercy on us all!" Tofu said, 
sounding disconsolate.
 
       "She is moving out of the Kuno estate on Monday. I 
suppose she and Tendo-san will be seeing a great deal of one 
another after that, because she agreed not to buy, rent, 
borrow or even steal anything unless she talked it over with 
Tendo-san first."
 
       "Oh, the humanity!"
 
       "More like inhumanity, if you ask me, Ono-san. I've 
been thinking about buying property in northern Australia all 
day."
 
       "Perhaps we should go have six-six-six tattooed on our 
foreheads early tomorrow morning and beat the afternoon 
rush," Tofu said in a speculative tone as he rubbed his chin 
thoughtfully.
 
        Shimazu's eyes widened with terror. Tofu noticed her 
reaction and their gazes locked.
 
       "Do you know anyone around here that might sell me a 
goat?" He asked.
 
       "A goat? Why would you want to buy a goat?"
 
       "Because we'll have to sacrifice at least one goat, 
perhaps two. This is going to require some really big favors 
from the kami."
 
       "Do you really sacrifice animals to the kami?" Shimazu 
asked.
 
       "I found that sacrificing a chicken once a month is 
the only thing that will keep my fax machine and copier 
working," Tofu said with a huge grin.
 
        Shimazu nearly choked on her food.
 
       "So that's how you keep that junk working? I would 
never have guessed!"
 
       "Works for Win95 too, but you have to hold your mouth 
just right."
 
        Shimazu laughed. "You're terrible! How can you joke 
at a time like this?"
 
       "It made you laugh, didn't it?"
 
        Shimazu laughed some more. "Are you hinting that I'm 
seeing things a little out of perspective?"
 
       "Only a little. I must admit that the prospect of 
Kodachi Kuno working as a teammate of Nabiki Tendo is a bit, 
well, daunting, but I don't think it will last for very 
long."
 
       "Oh, really? Why is that?"
 
        Tofu explained what he knew of Ranma and Akane's 
wedding.
 
       "She didn't really! She showed up at another girl's 
wedding wearing a black wedding gown?"
 
       "I'm afraid it's so, Shimazu-san. I heard it from more 
than one source. All of them reliable for the most part."
     
       "Oh, dear me! And her brother actually drew a sword? 
Isn't that illegal?"
 
       "Well this is Nerima, you know."
 
       "I can't imagine!"
 
       "Look, I think all that will come of this in the end 
is that a few more blocks of the neighborhood will get 
renewed, Kodachi will have her ego trimmed down a notch or 
two, and Nabiki will pay a few more Tendo bills with Kuno 
money. It happens around here all the time. It may be a 
little more frightening this time around, but so what?"
 
        Shimazu giggled, sounding faintly hysterical.
 
       "You're pulling my leg again, right?"
 
       "No, not at all! I've been practicing here for a long 
time. This place is just, well, it's different, that's all."
 
       "Different?" Shimazu asked, then giggled again.
  
       "Hello, Doctor Tofu!" a sweet voice spoken through 
gritted teeth said, "Fancy meeting you here!"
       
        Shimazu watched as Tofu's glasses suddenly fogged up. 
She could not imagine why. There had not been any change in 
temperature that she could feel. She looked to her left to 
see who had spoken and found herself looking at two of the 
most conservatively dressed women she had seen since age 
four. The older of the pair had face that was as cold as an 
Antarctic cliff and held a katana which, thank all the kami 
that be, was still inside its cloth cover. The younger of the 
pair was doing her best to maintain her composure, but had 
her fists on her hips. For all of that, neither of the two 
women looked all that steady on their feet.
 
       "Oh! Hello, Kasumi-san! What a coincidence, seeing you 
here! Ha! Ha, ha! Ha, ha, ha!"
 
        The girl Ono had referred to as Kasumi was smiling 
and her voice still sounded very sweet when she spoke, but 
she spoke through gritted teeth.
 
       "Isn't it though! I suppose Auntie Nodoka and I should 
have checked with you before we left. We could have met you 
here."
 
        Tofu got up in a rather clumsy fashion, tipping his 
chair over.
 
       "Ah, Kasumi? I'd a like to introduce you to someone!" 
Tofu said as he reached over and seized a salaryman seated at 
the next table. The poor man's eyes widened with shock, but 
he made no protest as he stood up for Tofu. Shimazu was not 
surprised. She was not expert in ubijutsu, but clearly the 
man had no real choice about whether or not he complied. 
Kasumi kept smiling with her fists on her hips. 
 
       "This is Doctor Saeko Shimazu. We've, ah, we've been 
discussing Ranma's case. Ha! Ha, ha! Ha, ha, hoo!" 
 
        The salaryman smiled a huge smile, then bowed as best 
he could given the way Tofu was holding him. Shimazu found 
herself giggling again.
 
       "Oh, my! What a lovely dress, Shimazu-san!" Kasumi 
said sweetly to the benighted salaryman through clenched 
teeth. "I am so pleased to meet you!"
 
        The now very puzzled salaryman gave Kasumi a sickly 
smile and nodded his head vigorously. Clearly, he seemed to 
think his demise was very near unless he made these lunatics 
happy. Shimazu did not blame him.
 
       "Have you known, Doctor Ono for very long?" Kasumi 
asked sweetly through her grinding teeth.
 
       "Urgle, berk aaah, stuuhhggnng," the salaryman said, 
then smiled brightly.
 
       "Oh, my! That is just fascinating," Kasumi said, with 
her teeth still tightly clinched together. "Do you think 
Ranma will be able to come home soon?"
 
       "Heeryuu bururoranga, purooong da!" the salaryman said 
with as much confidence as he could muster as he nodded 
vigorously in the affirmative.
 
       "Oh, that is _so_ good to hear!" Kasumi said as though 
she had just been given a million yen. She then turned an 
looked at the quivering Tofu Ono and said, "Now then, Doctor 
Tofu. Let Doctor Shimazu go."
 
       "Oh! I...aha...sorry, Shimazu-san!" Tofu said as he 
released the salary man. Kasumi righted Tofu's chair. The 
salaryman fell to his knees and began bowing to Kasumi while 
whispering the words "Arigato, gozaimasu!" over and over.
 
       "And sit down and finish your dinner now, all right?" 
Kasumi said as she guided Tofu back to his seat.
 
       "Oh! Ah! Aha! Ee! Ah, sure, Kasumi-san!" Tofu said as 
he sat down.
 
        Kasumi bent over so that she and Tofu were nose to 
nose.
 
       "I'll come by and see you in the morning, all right?" 
Kasumi asked.
 
        Tofu was now unable to speak, so nodded his head.
 
       "Good," Kasumi said as she poked his forehead gently 
with her index finger, "You and I have some consulting of our 
own to do."
 
        Kasumi stood up straight and began walking towards 
the exit.
 
       "Coming, Auntie Nodoka?" Kasumi asked without looking 
back.
 
       "Yes, Kasumi-chan. It is getting rather late."
 
        Tofu collapsed face down upon the table. Nodoka bent 
over so that she could speak into Shimazu's ear without being 
heard.
 
       "Whatever _else_ you do tomorrow, dear, avoid Tofu's 
clinic!"
 
        Shimazu nodded her head vigorously without saying a 
word. Nodoka straightened up, then rushed, albeit in a 
dignified way, to catch up with the departing Kasumi. Shimazu 
twisted around in her chair and watched Nodoka leave, then 
turned back around and surveyed the room. The salaryman was 
still bowing and thanking the absent Kasumi. He might have 
kept it up for the rest of the night if the bartender had not 
come back to see what was going. 
 
       "Oi!" the bartender said as he got down on his knees 
in front of the still bowing and scraping salaryman, "You can 
stop. They're gone."
 
        The salaryman would have collapsed, but the bartender 
helped him up and back into his chair. As he started to walk 
by, he stopped and looked at Shimazu.
 
       "You're fairly new here, aren't you?"
 
       "How did you know?" Shimazu asked.
 
       "You've got that look on your face," the bartender 
said, "but don't worry. You get used to it after awhile and 
the look goes away."
 
       "Look?"
 
       "Yeah, the look of perpetual surprise. It goes away 
after you get used to being here. Don't let it bother you 
any. Nerima's a nice place, just different."
 
       "Oh!"
 
        The bartender gave her a warm smile, then merrily 
went about his business. Shimazu looked at her table 
companion.
 
       "Doctor Ono?"
    
        Tofu seemed to be mumbling something to the table 
top.
 
       "Doctor Ono?"
 
        Concerned because he did not answer, Shimazu got up 
and walked around the table. 
 
       "Doctor Ono?" she asked as she touched his shoulder.
 
       "Aaah! Hooo! Hee hee! Kasumi touched me!"
 
       "Doctor Tofu?"
 
       "Isn't it wonderful, Betty?"
 
        As if by magic, Shimazu was suddenly transported 
outside the restaurant. Much to her consternation she seemed 
to be waltzing to the Blue Danube, being performed by Tofu in 
arpeggio.
    
       "La da-da-da-dum, da-dum, da-dum!"
 
        This would not have been nearly so disconcerting had 
her feet been touching the ground, but Tofu was holding her 
up in the air as though she were a child, or a puppet of some 
kind. After they had waltzed for a block or two, Shimazu 
suddenly and inexplicably found herself being transported on 
Tofu's back as he hopped, skipped, jumped, hooted and shouted 
for joy. What was truly amazing about the entire ordeal, were 
the sympathetic looks she got from onlookers. They actually 
seemed to understand what was going on. This might have been 
reassuring, had they not looked so sympathetically sad.
 
        Before she fully realized what was going on, Shimazu 
found herself in a closet alongside a skeleton.
 
       "Good night, Betty! See ya in the morning," Tofu said 
as he closed the door.  The light went out and Shimazu began 
to scream at the top of her lungs. She would have screamed 
herself hoarse, except that the closet door popped open.
 
       "Oi! Good evening! My name is Akane Tendo!" A lovely 
young woman said, as though nothing at all unusual had 
happened.
 
       "Oh, ah, good evening. I'm uh, I'm Saeko Shimazu."
 
       "Are you all right?"
 
       "Ah, yes. I, ah, I , ha-ha, I ha-ha, think so. I don't 
seem to be hurt, anyway."
 
       "Wouldn't you like to come out of the closet now?"
 
       "I'm not sure."
 
       "Oh, don't worry. Doctor Tofu has gone home."
 
       "So where did you guys run into Kasumi, anyways?" an 
extraordinarily lovely, red-headed girl asked from behind 
Akane Tendo.
 
       "Does he act like that very often?" Shimazu asked.
 
       "Not that often anymore. Only when Kasumi surprises 
him right, Ranma?"
 
        The red-headed girl nodded her head slowly.
 
        Shimazu reluctantly came out of the closet.
 
       "Hi, I'm Ranma Saotome!" The red-headed girl said with 
a huge grin and outstretched hand. Shimazu was amazed by the 
girl's steely grip and the oddly placed calluses on her hand. 
Definitely a martial artist, Shimazu thought.
 
       "Ranma Saotome? Isn't there a boy by that name living 
around here."
 
       "That's me!" the red-headed girl said cheerfully, "I'm 
really a guy."
 
        Shimazu blinked. The girl was well endowed and was 
wearing a tank top with no brassier. No way those are fake, 
Shimazu thought. If she's a guy, I'm a Martian. Shimazu 
smiled. She smiled very carefully.
 
       "Oh, well! That is a very effective disguise."
 
       "Oh, it's no disguise," Akane said, "Ranma has this 
peculiar sort of curse."
 
       "A curse?" Shimazu asked, becoming alarmed.
 
       "I think there's some warm water left on the hot 
plate, Akane," Ranma said glumly she began walking out of the 
room, "I'll go get it. There's no point in trying to explain. 
A demonstration always works better."
 
        Akane nodded. Shimazu stared for a moment, then began 
scouring the room for a hidden camera. She was still looking 
when the red-headed girl returned and handed her a kettle.
 
       "Here, pour this on my head," the red-headed girl 
said.
 
        Shimazu carefully poured a stream of water from the 
kettle onto the girl's head, then her shoulder as she 
suddenly gained height and Shimazu found herself looking up 
at an extraordinarily well built, handsome hunk of a young 
man. This was him! This was _the_ Ranma Saotome. The love of 
Kodachi Kuno's life.
 
       "Hey! Are you okay? You ain't gonna faint or nothin' 
are ya?" the handsome young man asked. His voice was a 
melodious baritone. 
       
        Akane helped Shimazu sit down in a chair.
 
       "You must be new around here," Akane said cheerfully, 
"You've got that look."
 
        Shimazu shook her head, trying to clear it.
 
       "Yep. She's new here," Ranma said with a chuckle.
 
       "I don't...I don't live in Nerima," Shimazu said in a 
faint voice, "I have been working here for about a year. I 
don't shop here or socialize very much with the people that 
live in Nerima."
 
       "Oh! That explains it," Ranma and Akane chorused, then 
smiled at her.
 
       "It does?" Shimazu asked.
 
       "Well, yeah. If you lived here that long you'd 
understand," Ranma said.
 
       "I would?"
 
       "He means you'd be accustomed to what goes on around 
here by now, Shimazu-san. No sane person really understands 
it."
 
       "I am _so_ glad to hear that!" Shimazu said. The 
relief in her voice was genuine. Ranma and Akane gave her a 
pair of sympathetic smiles.
 
       "It does take some gettin' used to," Ranma said, "but 
Nerima sort of grows on you after a while."
 
       "Did...did you start changing like this after you came 
to Nerima?" Shimazu asked.
 
       "Naw. There's nothin' _that_ dangerous around here.  
Well, not unless Pantyhose Tarou shows up. I picked up my 
curse in China."
 
       "Pantyhose? In China?"
 
       "Ah, well you see, Pantyhose Taro is this guy that's 
got a curse sorta like mine, but he lives in China. He only 
shows up around here once in a while."
 
       "He turns into a girl and his name is Pantyhose?"
 
        Ranma started to explain, but Akane cut him off.
 
       "Ranma, I think she's had all she can handle for one 
night."
 
       "Yeah, your probably right. Say, Shimazu-san, it is 
gettin' kinda late. Can we walk you to the bus stop or 
somethin'?"
 
       "Oh, would you?"
 
        Akane gave her a warm smile and nodded her head.
 
       "Lemme get some cold water, and I'll go with you two," 
Ranma said.
 
       "Cold water?" Shimazu asked.
 
        Akane nodded her head.
 
       "Cold water turns him into a girl," Akane said in a 
conspiratorial whisper, "He wants everybody he can to know 
that we're never alone together here unless he's in his girl 
form."
 
       "Oh! I was thinking hot water turned her into a boy. 
Why would he want to be a girl?"
 
        Akane shrugged. "He's afraid our parents might make 
us marry if he stays with me overnight as a guy."
 
       "Oh, well that makes sense," Shimazu said, as she 
nodded her head. It really did make sense. Shimazu found the 
fact that it made sense to somehow be frightening. Things 
like this should not make sense at all, but this did. She 
shuddered. Was she becoming acclimated that quickly?
 
        Onna-Ranma walked back into the room. The thin cotton 
of his shirt was soaked through with water and even though it 
was a dark colored, the wet shirt made his change of form 
hard to miss.  Shimazu stared without meaning to.
 
      (Look at her, Saotome. She probably wants to see our X-
rays. Curiosity is eating her alive.)
 
      (So why don't we let her see, Red? It won't hurt 
nothin'. She's a woman and a doctor.)
 
      (You just want to show off, pervert.)
 
     (You love it and you know it, Red.)
 
     "I know what your thinking," Onna-Ranma said, "You're a 
doctor, right?"
 
        Shimazu nodded her head. Onna-Ranma removed his shirt 
and slowly turned around. 
 
       "It is a complete change isn't it? You are completely 
female, skeleton and all!"
 
       "Just my body is female," Onna-Ranma growled. 
 
        Shimazu stifled a giggle while Onna-Ranma put his 
shirt back on. The growl had been an octave or so higher than 
it should have been, but it had been a most masculine growl. 
Shimazu shook her head. She was having a very difficult time 
maintaining her grip upon reality. The look in the red-headed 
girl's blue eyes had the confident, tiger-like gaze of a 
young man just now growing into his prime. Yes, there was no 
doubt about it. Shimazu was not being fooled by any sort of 
legerdemain. What she was seeing was real. She let the air 
out of  her lungs once she realized she had been holding her 
breath.
 
       "You okay?" Onna-Ranma asked.
 
       "Yes, I'm fine. Thank you for asking, Saotome-san."
 
        Onna-Ranma smiled. It was a very charming smile.
 
       "It is a little hard to get used to," Akane said with 
a smile. "Shall we go to the bus stop?"
 
        Tofu had not given Shimazu time to collect her shoes 
at the restaurant, so Akane insisted that Shimazu use her 
geta while Akane wore Tofu's. Onna-Ranma could not wear 
Tofu's geta, the feet of his female form being entirely too 
small.  On the way to the bus stop, Onna-Ranma seemed to have 
a mild attack of vertigo.
 
       "Are you all right, Ranma?" Akane asked.
 
       "Aw I just got a little dizzy is all. No nausea or 
anything."
 
       "What are you being treated for, Saotome-san? That is 
if you don't mind my asking."
 
       "I don't mind. I got hit on the head pretty hard 
during training Sunday and it gave me a mild concussion. I'm 
feelin' a lot better today, but Doc Tofu won't let me go 
home."
 
       "Well I should hope not!" Shimazu said, "You shouldn't 
even be out of bed, much less...My goodness! Where is all 
that heat coming from?" Much to her alarm, she could 
distinctly see the wavering distortions of heat waves 
surrounding Onna-Ranma. Moving closer to him, Shimazu could 
actually feel the heat pouring out of him. It was almost as 
though her newly made acquaintance had suddenly become a 
stove or a heater. It was mind boggling. She had never met 
anyone with such a powerful ki.
       
       "Ranma? Are you sure you are all right?" Akane asked, 
"Do you need something to eat?"
 
       "Naw, I'm not hungry. I guess I must have soaked up 
too much heat last night."
 
       "You want me to call Doctor Tofu?" Akane asked.
 
       "What would he do, Akane? I'm the one that's gotta 
figure out how to deal with this," Onna-Ranma said as he held 
his hands together at their heels above his head. A large, 
globe of crawling light, formed between his hands. It 
reminded Shimazu of a plasma globe. The light was primarily 
golden in color, but had many strands of differing colors 
crawling around within its confines, as though Onna-Ranma had 
just made a bubble of plasma. She could not know it for not 
even Ranma or Akane yet knew or understood that this was 
exactly what Ranma had just done. The globe grew from the 
size of a grapefruit to the size of a basketball in seconds.  
Once the size of a basket ball, it rose up into the air like 
a soap bubble until it was about thirty meters above their 
heads, then burst into a colorful display of light similar to 
an aurora borealis. Shimazu could only blink. 
       
       "Boy, that was weird!" Onna-Ranma said, "I feel better 
now though. Am I still hot?"
 
        Akane stepped closer to the red-headed girl and wave 
her hand around Onna-Ranma's head and body.
 
       "It seems to have stopped, Ranma."
 
       "Man, I'm sure glad I decided to sleep during the day 
today. Can you imagine what would have happened if I had done 
something like this in my sleep?"
 
        Neither Akane nor Shimazu could of course. None of 
them were even sure of what they had just seen.
 
       "What was that, Ranma?" Akane asked.
 
       "I ain't really sure, Akane. I released a little ki 
and it just happened."
 
       "Are you sure you don't want me to call Doctor Tofu?"
 
       "Akane, you saw what kind of shape he was in when he 
left. We'll just have to wait until he gets over his Kasumi 
attack."
 
       "Kasumi attack?" Shimazu asked.
 
       "Poor Doctor Tofu is in love with my oldest sister, 
Kasumi," Akane said, "The problem is that he is so shy he has 
a little breakdown every time she gets near him."
 
       "A breakdown? Is that what you call it?"
 
       "Well, I'm not sure what else it should be called. 
Usually he dances all over the neighborhood with his 
skeleton, he calls it Betty, until he is worn completely out. 
Sometimes if he is someplace where Betty isn't within reach, 
he uses some innocent bystander as a substitute. I hope he 
didn't frighten you too much tonight. He really is a nice man 
he just...loses control a little around my sister."
 
       "A little? He turned into a raving lunatic!" Shimazu 
said. After a moment's reflection she added, "But at least 
he's a sweet lunatic."
 
       "He really is a good doctor.  We just have to find a 
way to help him with his Kasumi problem," Akane said.
 
       "Maybe we should try treating him the way they were 
gonna treat me for my fear of...of..ca..ca."
 
       "Cats," Akane finished for Onna-Ranma
 
       "Yeah."
 
       "You're afraid of cats, Ranma?" 
 
        Ranma shivered.
 
       "Believe me, Ranma is much worse about cats than 
Doctor Tofu is about Kasumi."
 
       "Have you considered undergoing desensitizing, Ranma?"
 
       "Doc Tofu said it's too risky in my case, but I wonder 
if it wouldn't work for him and Kasumi."
 
       "It might," Shimazu said," but it is bound to be 
inconvenient for him to undergo the treatment. His patient 
load has been pretty heavy."
 
       "Yeah, I know. I see him quite a bit myself," Ranma 
said.
 
       "Oh, look! There's your bus, Shimazu-san."
 
        Part of Saeko Shimazu wanted to stay and see what 
happened next. Another part of her, the part with all her 
practical survival instincts, insisted that she board the 
bus. It won her internal argument. She sat down and turned in 
her seat as the bus pulled away so she could see out the back 
glass. Onna-Ranma was producing yet another globule of energy 
between his hands. This one was easily twice the diameter of 
the first one. The glowing globe drifted up into the night 
sky. She turned back around facing the front of the bus and 
caught the driver's eye in his rear-view mirror.
 
       "Your name wouldn't happen to be Rod Serling, would 
it?"
 
        The driver gave her a knowing smile. "No, but I bet 
you were hoping it was, right?"
 
        Shimazu made no reply, but instead sat back in her 
seat and wondered if the real estate offices in Australia 
were open at the moment. She had only the vaguest idea about 
which time zone Australia was in.
 
        The driver just laughed and shook his head.
 
              
      
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        Ko Lon finished loading her largest stock pot and put 
it on to simmer. One of the secrets to her success in the 
restaurant business in Japan had been her use of chicken 
stock to supplement the usual soup stocks preferred by the 
Japanese, which were made by simmering bonito flakes. There 
wasn't anything wrong with such a stock of course, but the 
difference in her stock made for a pleasant break from the 
usual in Japan. Making a good stock was one of the keys to a 
successful noodle business and in this case, chicken stock 
was her secret weapon. Stock made from bonito had to be 
watched closely and the bonito flakes strained out at the 
right time or the stock would be too salty. Chicken stock on 
the other hand could be made with a low flame under a large 
pot overnight without being watched. She had marked where to 
set the flames so that the large pot would never quite come 
to boiling. A boiled stock would be cloudy and while this did 
not hurt its flavor, most Japanese would turn up their noses 
at it.
 
        She was tired and thankful for the ever persistent 
Muu Su. He had come through like a true Amazon for once. No 
complaints, just hard work. He had already loaded the pull 
cart with cushions, prepared for Xian Pu's return. Ko Lon set 
bowl of soba and a flagon of water on a table for her. Then 
decided to go upstairs and fetch her's and Xian Pu's bath 
things. There was little point in making the exhausted Xian 
Pu do it. Too much was riding on the girl's legs over the 
next several weeks. Half way up the stairs, Ko Lon felt a 
surge of ki. This was different from the horrible night 
before. This was a brief, very powerful burst. 
 
       Ko Lon gasped aloud, then gritted her teeth as she 
mustered all her strength.
 
       "Careful, Ranma! That can cause real trouble!" Ko Lon 
said with her ki voice. 
 
        The effort brought her down to her knees. It had been 
necessary though. There were several dangers to involved in 
what the boy was doing, all of them potentially fatal. She 
rested for several moments. Damn this wedding mess! She 
thought. I really do need to talk to the child. He might kill 
himself mastering the Cold Dragon's Gift without help. For 
that matter, Ranma might kill himself with Ko Lon's help, but 
at least with a little help he stood a chance.
 
        Thunder rumbled outside while Ko Lon waited for her 
strength to return. The trouble with using ki to communicate 
was that you were so old by the time you learned enough to 
use it, you were too old to use it. 
 
       "Honored Elder?"
 
       "What is it, Muu Su?"
 
       "Xian Pu's here!"
 
       "There's food for her on one of the tables down there. 
Tell her to go ahead and eat. I'll get our bath things."
 
       "I would, but she's already asleep."
 
       "Asleep? Where?"
 
       "In the cart. She never came inside. She just fell 
across the cushions and went to sleep."
 
       "All right! I'll be down shortly. Why don't you to go 
head and start for the bath house."
 
       "Yes, ma'am."
 
       "Oh, and Muu Su?"
 
       "Yes?"
 
       "Load our umbrellas!"
 
       "Already got 'em, Honored Elder!"
 
       "You've done well, child!" Ko Lon called down to him. 
Damn! She thought. I should never have called him that. Now 
I'll have to spend the next week reducing the swelling in his 
head! She got up from where she had been sitting upon the 
stairs and made her way up to their living quarters. Just a 
little more to do and she could sleep for a few hours. Well, 
maybe she could sleep for a few hours. Ranma might well keep 
her awake tonight. Those gifted by the Cold Dragon were 
sometimes known to cause a bit of trouble with the weather. 
Or at least that is what the old records said could happen. 
Ko Lon was not all that sure of that she had read them 
correctly, or that she could actually believe it if she had. 
Ancient writings were often heavy on allegory and short on 
hard facts.
  
              
      
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       "Did you say something, Akane?" Onna-Ranma asked as he 
and Akane watched his latest creation float up towards the 
clouds.
 
       "No, I didn't say anything. Why?"
 
       "I thought you said to be careful, because what I was 
doing could be dangerous."
 
       "I didn't say anything."
 
       "Hey, look! It's going to reach the clouds!"
 
        They craned their necks and watched as the glowing 
globe disappeared into the cloud base. It became a fuzzy 
bright spot, then without warning lightning shot out from in 
all directions through the cloud. A few seconds later they 
heard a thunderclap.
 
       "Whoa!" Onna-Ranma said.
 
       "That was amazing, Ranma."
 
       (Yo! Soatome!)
 
       (Yeah Red, what is it.)
 
       (That had to have been the old Ghoul talkin' to us.)
 
       "Ah, it was probably just a coincidence, Akane."
 
       (Are you nuts? She ain't even around here.)
 
       "I don't know, Ranma. It looked like it caused that 
lightning to me."
 
       (I think Akane's right and I'm sure that was Ko Lon we 
heard, Saotome.)
 
       "Why don't we go inside?" Ranma asked sounding 
worried, "I'm feelin' a little tired."
       
       "You just want to get me inside because you're afraid 
I might get hurt, you baka."
 
       "I can't hold up all that good to lightning either, 
you know."
 
        Light drops of rain began to fall.
 
       "Ranma, you have to start telling me what is going on! 
You can't just keep making decisions without explaining 
what..."
 
       "Can we discuss this inside?"
 
       (Yo, Red!)
 
       (Yeah, yeah! I'm on it, Saotome. Nap time for you.)
 
       "I suppose, but don't plan on changing the subject on 
me, Ranma!"
 
       "All right already! Let's just get in out of the 
weather, okay?"
 
        They went inside.
 
       "Why won't you ever tell me what is going on?" Akane 
asked, clearly aggrieved.
 
       "For one thing, you almost never let me finish when I 
try!"
 
       "I..."
 
       "For another, I usually have a hard time figuring out 
what to say. And sometimes I just don't want to or there 
ain't time because of the situation."
 
       "Okay," Akane said sounding exasperated,  "so now 
we'll make the time and I'll let you finish, Ranma!"
 
       They stared at one another for a silent moment, eyes 
hard and shining. Akane blinked first. She took both his 
hands in her own.
 
       "What is going on with you, Ranma?" She asked, 
sounding contrite.
 
       "I wish I knew, Akane. Not knowing scares the hell out 
of me!" Onna-Ranma answered in a quavering voice.
 
       (DAMMIT, RED! YOU NEVER ADMIT YOU'RE SCARED.)
 
       (Hey! We're talking to Akane here, not Pantyhose or 
Shit-daddy. Besides, right now we're scared we're going hurt 
somebody without meaning to.)
 
       (Yeah, okay. But you go easy on that stuff! OOF!)
 
       (I'm gonna hug her back.)
 
       (It ain't manly!)
 
       (Saotome, you really are an idiot sometimes. Huggin' a 
girl is _very_ manly.)
  
       "Akane?"
 
       "Hmm?"
 
       "What really frightens me most is that you might get 
hurt. My control isn't all that great right now. I never 
dreamed that anything like this might happen to me. I never 
even heard of anything like this happenin' to anybody."
 
       "Who might know something about it, Ranma? We could go 
to them for help."
 
       "Ko Lon might, but I don't want to talk to her right 
now. She would just try to take advantage it."
 
        Akane sighed.
 
       "Has Doctor Tofu told you what he really thinks is 
wrong with you? Besides the concussion, I mean?"
 
       "There's something wrong besides the concussion?"
 
       "He thinks you've been under too much stress. He says 
it's not too different from combat fatigue."
 
       (DID YOU HEAR THAT?)
 
       (Yeah I did, Saotome. You gotta admit, it makes a 
little sense.)
 
       (WE'VE GONE CRAZY! WE'RE GONNA GET LOCKED UP IN A NUT 
WARD!)
 
       (Will you calm down? Now isn't exactly a good time to 
go nuts.)
 
       (HUH?)
 
       "How come he ain't said nothin' to me about it, 
Akane?"
 
       "I think he's been planning to tell you, after your 
concussion healed up some. It wouldn't have helped to tell 
you anything about it while you were still sick from that."
 
       "Yeah, probably so."
 
       "He says you have to rest, and not fight anybody."
 
       "Not even you, huh?"
 
       "Especially not me."
 
       "How long?"
 
       "I don't think he knows for sure Ranma, but from what 
he told me, I think he believes you will be fine after you 
have had some rest. He said my dad cries all the time because 
he didn't get rest when he really needed it."
 
       "Oh, really?"
 
       (Aw, man! I don't wanna end up like Soun!)
 
       (Me neither, Saotome. I guess we try to relax, huh?)
 
       (Come on, Red! In Nerima? And what is up with all this 
weird, ki stuff we've been doin'?)
 
       (I don't know anymore than you do. As for relaxing in 
Nerima, we just lay low for as long as we can, ne?)
 
       (I guess Nabiki was right about staying here at the 
clinic for a while then, huh?)
 
       (Looks that way, Saotome.)
 
       "He said that if Dad had gotten away from whatever was 
bothering him for a while, he might not be like he is today."
 
       "Geez, Akane! I had no idea."
 
       "Me either, Ranma, but I don't want you to end up like 
Daddy."
 
       "Don't worry, Akane! I ain't gonna! Can you imagine 
what Mom would do?"
 
       "Try not to worry about that too much, Ranma. It 
causes stress."
 
        Onna-Ranma laughed.
 
       (Yo, Red!)
 
       (Yeah, I know! It's happenin' again.)
 
       "Ranma?"
 
       "I gotta go outside again, Akane. Stay here."
 
       "Ranma I..."
 
       "Stay here! There ain't nothin' you can do to help and 
you might get hurt."
 
       "But Ranma I don't want you to be alone."
 
       "Okay, watch me from the back door, but be ready to 
duck."
 
       "Okay."
 
        Onna-Ranma walked outside and into the rain as fast 
as he could. Running was out of the question. His head still 
bothered him too much for running. Once outside, he tried to 
use his ki again as he had done earlier in the evening, but 
could not form a mass of ki the way he had earlier. What he 
got was a big wad of steam and hot water. 
 
       "Hey! I just turned back into a guy! Didja see that, 
Akane?"
 
       "Ranma I can hear your voice, but I can't see you. 
There's too much mist."
 
       "It ain't mist, Akane! It's steam."
 
       "Aw, man!" Otoko-Ranma said sounding both frightened 
and frustrated, "Now I'm turnin' into Safuron!"
 
        Akane's eyes widened with horror as the cloud of 
steam surrounding Ranma began to glow with the strange, 
crawling energy Ranma had produced earlier. It formed a dome 
that completely engulfed Ranma for a few seconds, then leapt 
skyward, becoming spiraling column of scintillating colors as 
it did so. As quickly as the top of this column disappeared 
into the dark sky overhead, a bolt of lightning struck the 
ground in the midst of the steam an vapors surrounding Ranma. 
This was quickly followed by an ear splitting blast of 
thunder. The air literally stank from ozone. Akane ran out 
the door towards the rapidly dissipating vapor. Within it she 
found a girl type Ranma. His eyes wide with shock. His hair 
was standing straight up on end and his eyebrows were singed.
 
       "Ranma, are you okay?"
 
       "What'dja say, Akane? My ears are ringin' I can barely 
hear ya!" Onna-Ranma shouted.
 
       "Are you all right?" Akane shouted.
 
       "Yeah, I think so! My ears hurt, but I think that'll 
pass!"
 
        Onna-Ranma looked down. The lightning had struck the 
pavement right in front of him and the paths it took through 
the pavement as it dissipated left odd, squirmy little trails 
of melted asphalt and shattered stones.
 
       "Whoa! Lookit that, Akane!"
 
        Akane looked down and gasped.
 
      "I guess it's a good thing I was wearin' these geta, 
huh?"
 
       Akane said nothing. She just hugged the breath out of 
him again.
 
       
              
      
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        Muu Su and Ko Lon stood outside the bathhouse holding 
umbrellas. Xian Pu was sound asleep in the cart sheltered 
from the rain by a tarpaulin Muu Su had rigged over it.
 
       "That was strange looking lightning!" Mu Su said.
 
       "Yes, it was unusual," Ko Lon said. She considered 
calling to Ranma with her ki voice again, but knew she dare 
not risk it. Dammit all! She had to find a way to talk to the 
boy. He was going to kill himself and perhaps others if she 
didn't.
 
       "It was Saotome, wasn't it, Honored Elder."
 
       "Yes, Muu Su, it was. That was very perceptive of you. 
How did you guess?"
 
       "Oh, that's easy. Weird stuff almost always happens to 
him first, then it comes around and gets the rest of us."
 
        Ko Lon cackled.
 
       "What's so funny?" Muu Su asked.
 
       "When you get to be my age, child, boredom is your 
greatest enemy."
 
       "Is that why we're still here?"
 
       "Partly, Muu Su, but there are other, far more 
important reasons as well. Let's get in out of this weather, 
shall we?"
 
       "Yes, ma'am."
       
              
      
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        Nabiki Tendo lay on her bed listening to the rain 
fall. It had just about lulled her to sleep despite her 
worries when one of her cellular telephones began making rude 
noises. She picked it up from the lamp table and flipped it 
open.
 
       "Tendo!" She growled into the phone. "This had better 
be good!"
 
       "You heard Xian Pu has a new bicycle?"
 
       "Yeah, so?"
 
       "It's a much better bicycle than the one she was 
riding."
 
       "Ah, I see your point. I'll adjust the odds in the 
morning."
 
       "There's more, though."
 
       "Okay, shoot."
 
       "The guy that owns this shop never works more than 
eight hours a day, usually less."
 
       "So?"
 
       "So right now, his shop is still open and people and 
material have been coming and going out of here since early 
this afternoon. He's building another bicycle on a rush 
basis."
 
       "You think he's building a special bicycle just for 
Xian Pu."
 
       "Yeah. And what's more, I've never seen a bicycle 
quite like this one. It's either going to be a brilliant 
design that turns out to be a trend setter, or a complete 
flop."
 
       "Hmm. Good job. I'll adjust the odds in the morning. 
Can you get me a picture of this new bicycle.?"
 
       "I think you'll be able to see it for yourself 
sometime tomorrow morning. The frame came in here a few 
minutes already painted and baked out. I think he'll be 
through with it be ten tomorrow."
 
       "I see. Look, I don't know that much about bicycles. 
What's so unique about this one."
 
       "It's got this weird new spring arrangement on it. It 
should help the cyclist make better use of his muscle while 
making the bike ride smoother."
 
       "You think that makes a big difference?"
 
       "It will make a huge difference if he kept the weight 
down and the thing is at all durable."
 
       "Okay. Keep me posted on progress tomorrow. I've got 
to get some sleep."
 
       "Good night, Tendo-san."
 
       "Good night, Jiro."
 
        Nabiki fell across the bed and let the rain lull her 
to sleep.
 
       "Fools and their money," she murmered, "Fools and 
their money."
   
              
      
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