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Jin Lu Zi Lao
A Ranma � Fanfic by PansutoTaro5925
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DISCLAIMER: Ranma � is the property of Rumiko Takahashi
and Viz Video. I make no claim to these properties. This fic not
to be distributed for commercial gain.

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Kasumi Tendo was walking home in the rain with a problem.
Namely, that Ranma had recently defended Akane once again,
and she felt this merited a special meal. However, as Ranma
seemed to consider all her meals equally special, she couldn't
think of anything new and interesting to treat him with after that
skating match. She was so lost in thought, in fact, that she
bumped into someone else who wasn't paying attention.

"Ow! Shampoo sorry!" said the purple-haired Chinese girl as
she brushed herself off. "Shampoo looking for cousin, she get
lost in rain, Shampoo not see you-" Shampoo babbled,
preoccupied, as Kasumi tuned her out.

"That's all right," Kasumi said gently, "no harm was done."
Kasumi bowed slightly. "I hope you find your cousin."

That being said, they parted. Kasumi watched where she was
going now, not wanting to get bumped again.  That's how she
saw the turtle, and an idea formed in her head.

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Kasumi had prepared the stock and caught the escaping turtle
for about the tenth time. She had put it in a cardboard box after
the first few times it scooted away from the pot, but it had
displayed a remarkable ability to escape from the box. Right
now it was climbing the side. She thumped the box, knocking it
on its back.

"We're back!" Ranma announced loudly as she stepped soggily
into the house. The rain, which had been merely bad before, had
turned into a downpour. She wrung out her shirt, which earned
a slap from Akane, and put it back on before entering the
kitchen. "Hey!" Ranma asked, sniffing the air. "What are you
cooking?"

"Oh, I decided to cook you something new for a change,"
Kasumi said merrily. "Turtle soup! The broth is ready now, so
I'm going to put it in." She reached in and grabbed the turtle,
which had flipped itself over and was scuttling in fear away
from her hand. She grabbed it and picked it up. "In you go, Mr.
Turtle!"

Neither of them was expecting a naked green Chinese girl to
jump out of the pot. "Ahh!" she yelped, knocking over the pot,
and then sitting down accidentally on the burner. "AIYAH!
Hurt!" she screamed, jumping around.

"What the heck!" Ranma yelled, backpedalling. Then she
recognized the girl. "Ahh! It's the crazy Amazon chick!" Ranma
turned and slipped on the broth, falling down and knocking the
green-haired girl on top of him.

"I give wrong kiss in China. You boy," Mifa said, hugging
Ranma. "Woda Airen," she said, and kissed Ranma-chan
passionately on the lips.

Akane, for her part, felt her eyes slowly widening and her
temper building fast. What the hell was going on? Why was
Ranma kissing this tramp in her kitchen? Her brain was
overloaded; unable to form a coherent thought, she emitted a
growl like an out of tune motorcycle in the corner as a battle
aura popped into existence.

Mifa let the kiss go after a minute, giggling as Ranma had
passed out in shock. Shampoo caved in the wall almost
immediately after. "Mifa! Are you hurt?" she asked worriedly in
Chinese, and pulled out her cousin's clothes and handed them to
her.

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The now fully dressed Mifa was sitting next to the still female
and barely conscious Ranma in the Tendo's living room. Across
was a very angry Akane and very confused Kasumi.

"Who are you? And why did you kiss my fiancee like that?"
Akane asked angrily. Her glare shifted from Ranma to Mifa to
Shampoo, cycling faster and faster until she gave up and settled
on Ranma.

"Fiancee?" Shampoo echoed curiously.

"Is OK, he not married to her," Mifa said. Mifa turned her
attention to Akane. "I know Ranma from China. He fight in
tournament in village, beat me. He girl at time. Law of Amazon
say, outsider girl beat Amazon, Amazon need kill! Not know
Ranma he. Chase Ranma, fight lots. Find out girl really boy. If
outsider boy beat Amazon, must marry. Then I follow Ranma."

The Tendo sisters blinked. "I don't understand you," Akane
said.

"Is clear to Shampoo," Shampoo said, blinking.

"Gah...." Ranma said, regaining her senses. "GAH!" She
jumped away from the table, noting the presence of the
Amazon. 

"What's going on?" Soun Tendo asked as he walked in, mildly
curious as to who the two girls were. Challengers? They
seemed to be decently skilled martial artists, the green-haired
one moreso than the purple-haired one.

"I don't know for sure, Daddy-" Kasumi ventured, still trying to
make sense of Mifa's little speech.

"Hi! I is Mifa," Mifa said, introducing herself.

"Hello," Soun answered, bowing.

"And I Shampoo," Shampoo said, bowing as well, as Soun
bowed again.

"-I think that one is Ranma's girlfriend from China," Kasumi
finished uncertainly.

Soun froze mid-bow, then grabbed Ranma. "His WHAT?"

"That's not it at ALL!" Ranma protested angrily. She was, of
course, completely ignored by everyone, and so took the
opportunity to go grab a kettle from the kitchen.

"Nihao Ranma!" Mifa greeted Ranma as he returned to the
room. She scooted over nearer Shampoo a bit.

"Son, you'd better have a good explanation for this," Soun said,
inhaling sharply on his cigarette.

Ranma snorted. "I don't know nothin'."

"I don't believe that for a minute," Soun said, hooding his eyes
at Ranma.

"She was trying to kill me back in China!" Ranma yelled.

Soun pointed at him accusingly. "So you do know something,
liar!"

Mifa patted Ranma's arm. "I sorry, was big mistake!"

"Uh, yes,"Ranma stuttered, caught by surprise by someone
actually apologizing to him before returning to his verbal duel
with Soun. "I know she tried to kill me! I didn't know nothing
about this stuff!"

"Another admission!" Soun yelled, going into full fledge Demon
Head Mode. "That double negative is a confession! What are
you hiding, Ranma?"

"I'm not hiding anything!" Ranma yelled back in exasperation.

"Ranma...." Akane growled, getting up from the table and
looking darkly at the floor. "Our engagement is over!" With
that she stomped out of the room.

"She seem very angry," Mifa noted.

"What are you doing here anyways?" Ranma asked the two
Amazons. "I thought you gave up chasing me."

"You admit she was chasing you!" Soun yelled, his head
looming up over everyone and his forked tongue hissing angrily.
Mifa reached out with a single finger and, with a popping noise,
the Demon Head technique vanished.

"You quiet! I is trying to talk to Airen!" Mifa said, and turned
back to Ranma. "Sorry, you outsider boy who beat me.
Outsider boy beat Amazon, Amazon must marry outsider boy.
See? Very simple."

"That's... completely stone age. Why do you gotta marry me
just 'cause I beat you?" Ranma grumbled.

"Is Amazon way," Shampoo answered. "For many century."

"Beside," Mifa said, "you good fighter."

"Heh," Ranma said, smiling. "I beat you, didn't I?"

"I throw fight that time," Mifa said, smiling.

"What!" Ranma screeched.

"Is true! She do it on purpose!" Shampoo giggled.

"But- no!" Ranma jumped up. "I can beat you!"

Mifa smiled. "You want fight again? I like that. Where fight?"

Ranma's eyes lit up with a competitive fire. "To the dojo!"

Watching from her window Akane had a single tear roll down
her cheek. After a month of trying she couldn't get Ranma to
fight her for real, and this Chinese hussy does it in one day.

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"You going to use that flail of yours?" Ranma asked Mifa. She
didn't have the weapon she had used to whack Genma and
himself all over China. That had Ranma relax a bit. Her speed
with that thing was pretty terrifying - not that he couldn't beat
her if she used it, of course.

"No have," Mifa said. She took a cat stance opposite Ranma,
lime green hair a sharp contrast to the crimson silk pantsuit she
was wearing. "You ready?" Ranma just smiled and relaxed into
his informal stance.

Shampoo sat down by the wall and looked at the two of them.
"Go!" she said in Chinese.

Neither fighter moved.

For about, oh, half a second.

Mifa immediately attacked after the initial pause, swinging into
a very fast low kick aimed at Ranma's thighs. "You is good,
know to wait," she said, as Ranma pushed off the kick into a
more defensive stance.

"Why didn't you wait me out?" Ranma asked, as he parried her
next few attacks. She didn't seem to be attacking too seriously
yet, but she wasn't leaving any real holes for a counterattack,
either.

"Boring to wait, is not big fight," Mifa said. "I fight real now, is
OK?" she asked, smiling.

"Sure," Ranma thought, remembering Akane's promises to
'fight him for real now.' He saw an opportunity to punch Mifa -
only she whipped out of its path and counterpunched him in the
ribs.

"Too slow!" she said, and then her hands blurred. Ranma flew
back against the far wall of the dojo.

"Shit!" Ranma gasped. How fast was she? She tagged him
faster than he could even see. "Haveta get serious!" Ranma's
guard closed up as best he could, and he put the pain in his ribs
aside, moving forward confidently into a leap. Best to get this
fight off the ground and give himself an advantage.

Mifa rolled backwards nimbly, away from his attack, and
bounced lightly to her feet. She came flying back with a
roundhouse kick to the head. Ranma easily caught the
ambitious kick and easily sent her spinning away.

She's dangerous at range, I think, Ranma thought, so I'll crowd
her. Moving right in as she got up, Ranma opened up his hands
and readied himself for another barrage of punches. He planned
to take the shots he couldn't block and wrestle her to the
ground; her speed would be nullified in grappling.Her leg lanced
out, blazingly fast, but Ranma took the shot, grunted in pain,
and quickly locked her up and slammed her to the ground.

Mifa yelped slightly as her shoulder was rammed into the floor
and analyzed her situation. One leg and both arms immobilized,
not good. She couldn't reach him with a headbutt...

Mifa spit in Ranma's ear. "Gah!" he said, flinching involuntarily.
In that moment of distraction her hand shot loose and smashed
into his jaw, dislodging him, but not before he twisted her arm
in the process. She leapt to her feet; her arm hung painfully at
her side where it had been twisted. Probably a sprain. Ranma
was a bit woozy from what she had done to his jaw.

"Ow," Ranma said, closing one eye and shaking his head. "That
was gross, you know."

"No fight to lose, Airen!"

"Heh, my thoughts exactly," Ranma said, as he closed in.
Leaping, his hand extended towards her. "The final blow!" Mifa
flipped back, her foot blurring. Ranma coughed up weakly.
"How ironic... irony sucks."

"Your husband lost," Shampoo said dumbly in Chinese.

"He did, didn't he?" Mifa said, smiling. She started laughing
happily, took a horse stance, and punched at the air. "Ha! I win
again! Invincible!"

"You went easy on him," Shampoo said.

"He hasn't learned the chestnut fist yet," Mifa said, still smiling.
She picked up a bucket and walked out, Shampoo following.

"You're going to teach him our techniques?" Shampoo asked in
bewilderment.

"Sure," Mifa said, filling the bucket - carefully - from the koi
pond. "He is my husband, after all."

Shampoo looked at Mifa dubiously. "This isn't like you. You
wouldn't be too happy about..." Her eyes went to the bucket. "I
see."

"Why do you think great-grandmother gave us enough treasure
to buy the restaurant? I won't go back to China. You know
that." Mifa said. "Great-grandmother thinks I am an
embarrasment to the tribe."

"He may not want to be married to you. He has that Akane girl.
You know what they say about obstacles."


Mifa smiled as she threw the bucket of water on Ranma to
wake him up. "I know Cologne sent you to spy on me, cousin.
But you are not Cologne, and I have my own way of dealing
with obstacles." Shampoo sniffed and turned away as Mifa
crouched down next to the cursed girl.

"Nihao, Airen. You lose!" Mifa said playfully, and kissed her on
the nose.

"Gack! Stop that!" Ranma cried out, wiping her nose. She
stopped and smiled back at the Chinese girl. "You're fast. Too
fast. How'd you get that fast?"

"Is secret Amazon technique. I show it to you if you want,
husband," Mifa said, still smiling.

"I'm not your husband." Ranma snapped.

"I think you husband, Ranma." She giggled a bit, then lost some
of her playfulness. "Maybe someday you think me wife. I wait.
Very patient."

"About that technique..." Ranma started, scratching her head.

"Yes?" Mifa said, inching closer to the redhead.

"Don't tell me it right now," Ranma said, shaking her head.
"I'm going to try to get that fast on my own."

Mifa smiled at that. "Good! Want spar tomorrow?"

Ranma didn't even pause. "You're on!:

Mifa got up and ran off. "Bye bye, Ranma!"

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"Boy!" Genma said, having been listening in on the last bit of
that exchange. "How dare you go meeting some other girl
behind your fiancee's back!"

"Eh, pop?" Ranma asked, surprised. "She's no girl," Ranma
said, steeling his eyes. "She's a challenge!"



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...

Two chapters. One Day. Very good!



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