>From the Scriviner:
        Finally finished this portion. Maybe now I'll get some sleep. Whew.
Well... read on.

	This is something a little different from the other 
crossovers you've no doubt seen. I've tried to catch the spirit 
of both worlds without making it too much like one or the other. 
Despite the names shared by these characters with their 
originals, the characters may not necessarily act the way their 
namesakes would. Keep it in mind. I've tried to make it a bit 
more mature, but still keeping a bit of absurdity to keep things 
interesting. Also keep in mind that there are quite a number of 
cameos from various sources. Spot them all and win a prize! (Not 
cash, sorry...) Please send C&C and any suggestions on the story 
to ebon@i-manila.com.ph.  

	Standard fanfic disclaimer averring that all characters, 
situations,  places and events with even a vague resemblance to 
the work of Rumiko Takahashi, Fujishima Kosuke's, CLAMP, whoever 
did Koko  wa  Greenwood or any one of a number of works, probably 
was borrowed in  the  first place. Apologies to all. Rights are 
to whoever owns them. Don't bother to sue, though. I'm broke.

I hereby present, for the reader's perusal:
        Sore wa Nibunoichi Megami-sama.
        (That's 1/2 My Goddess.)
        A Ranma 1/2 - Oh! My Goddess semi-crossover fanfic by 
Scriviner

Part VII: Of Obvious Chances and Veiled Possibilities

	Morning. Not a favorite in the temple. Certainly not by 
Ranma. This morning, as with every other morning since they moved 
into the temple Akane shook him awake. Unfortunately she was in a 
particularly foul mood today, having not so much shaken him awake 
as kicked him in the head a couple of time until he snapped 
awake. A glance out the rainspattered window confirmed it. She 
was royally pissed. He blinked a couple of times as she bustled 
off to the kitchen without so much as a word.
	"What the heck am I doing in the living room?" He muttered 
as he picked himself up, rubbing the sore spot on the back of his 
head as he did so. Last night was pretty hazy... the last clear 
thing he could remember was having a great dinner with Akane... 
then the two of them decided to sit on the couch to watch some 
TV... it was some sort of romantic movie... Sleepless in 
something or the other... she snuggled up to his side... he 
vaguely recalled putting his arm around her... then he must've 
drifted off because he couldn't remember anything clearly past 
that point. He could vaguely recall a weird dream where Akane's 
sister stepped out of the TV... then Ranko said she was in love 
with him... then... then... something about Akane's sister 
sticking around indefinitely... 
	"I wonder why she's mad at me this time?" Ranma muttered to 
himself, looking around, "I didn't grab her in my sleep again, 
did I?"
	He wasn't too sure about that... that dream was pretty 
vivid about the details when it came to Ranko kissing him. He 
blushed violently... whoo boy... I must really be turning into a 
pervert or something, he thought to himself... I don't even think 
of Akane like that...
	He made his groggy way into the bathroom... it was 
difficult to be wary this early in the day, but he knew he had to 
keep on his toes. Ranko sometimes tried to get him before 
breakfast. The thought of Ranko trying to grab him set off that 
particular train of thought again... I didn't realize my 
imagination was that vivid, he thought to himself... What a 
kiss...
	Ranma, his mind still caught up in his guilty musings, slid 
open the door to the bath area, blithely ignoring the 'Knock 
First' sign which he himself put there. What he saw there could 
not possibly be adequately described in a few words by a one 
handed typist.
	Nabiki, Goddess of Transactions was rising from the bath, 
water still glistening on her body just as the door slid open... 
a drowsy Ranma walked precisely two steps into the bathing area 
and was already beginning to unbutton his shirt when the sight of 
the naked woman finally filtered through his sleep and guilt 
fogged brain.
	"Agh!! Who are you?!" Ranma screamed, stumbling back, 
trying simultaneously to cover his eyes, turn away and take a 
step back.
	Nabiki smiled calmly, stepping out of the bath and extended 
a hand towards Ranma, "Would you mind passing me the towel, 
Ranma? I don't think Akane would appreciate it too much if you 
continued to stand there staring at me."
	"I am not staring!" Ranma protested, clamping a hand firmly 
over his eyes as he groped along the wall closest to him for the 
towel rack... where was that thing anyway..? There!
	Nabiki took another step closer to the door, accepting the 
proffered towel from Ranma's shaking hand. She wrapped it around 
herself and said calmly to Ranma, "There. I'm decent now. You can 
look."
	"I don't want to!" Ranma said firmly.
	"You may as well, you know. I'm going to have to charge you 
for a few seconds worth of looking the same as for a whole hour."
	"You... what..?" His hand dropping away from his face out 
of sheer surprise.
	"Did you forget who I am already Saotome?"
	"You're Nabiki Tendo! But you were just someone out of a 
weird dream I had!"
	Nabiki's face took on a look of flattered satisfaction, 
"You were already dreaming about me? After just meeting me 
once... my, my, my Saotome... I didn't realize I'd made such an 
impression on you."
	"That's not what I meant!"
	"Nevermind," Nabiki gave him a tiny calculated smile and 
said, "You had precisely twenty four seconds worth of looking at 
me while I was in the nude. And another twenty seven seconds 
while I was wearing this rather thin towel." she paused to lift 
up a corner of the material. "I intend to collect the same from 
you Saotome. See more of you later."
	Ranma was left gaping at Nabiki as she brushed past him... 
he ordered his brain not to register the fact that the towel was 
indeed rather thin... and that she had that nice freshly scrubbed 
scent which was... 
	"That... that was Nabiki..." Ranma babbled to himself, 
collapsing to his knees, "It wasn't a dream... Ranko did kiss 
me... Oh, boy... Oh boy did she kiss me..."
	A hand touched him on the shoulder and a familiar voice 
asked, "Ranma? Are you alright?"
	Ranma looked up to find Akane looking down at him, her face 
a mask of concern. Quite a far cry from her earlier expression of 
disgust when she was trying to kick his head in. He sprang to his 
feet, continuing to babble, "Akane! It wasn't really my fault! 
She kissed me! I didn't have anything to--!"
	Akane cupped his cheek in her hand and smiled at him, "I 
know... no need to worry about it, Ranma. There's no need to 
explain. I understand..."
	"And furthermore... I... I... you... you understand?" 
Ranma's ranting sputtered to a halt as he stared down at Akane in 
wonder.
	"Of course. It's not your fault you're so irresistible." 
She favored him with another warm smile.
	"Um... uh... I don't know what to say."
	"Don't say anything then," Akane replied quietly before she 
suddenly grasped his collar and pulled him down to kiss her.
	Ranma's brain... which had already undergone more shocks 
this morning than any decent man's mind ought to be subjected 
to... blanked out. Leaving his body (which incidentally is the 
one really in charge of this sort of thing) to enjoy the kiss.
	After an indeterminate amount of time, Ranma finally 
mustered sufficient willpower to break free of the kiss, "What 
was that for?" he asked breathlessly.
	Akane smiled, "I felt like it."
	Ranma sighed but wondered to himself why that kiss felt... 
familiar... very familiar... very pleasantly, if very guiltily 
familiar...
	'Akane' laughed as she gave her head a quick shake, 
dispelling whatever illusion she'd woven around herself. Ranma 
found himself staring at an openly grinning face that was not 
Akane's.
	Ranma's jaw dropped, "Ranko?!"
	Ranko sighed happily, "That was fun... thanks for the wake 
up."
	Ranma opened his mouth to protest. To rant. To rave. To do 
something. Ranko however preempted him by dashing off for 
elsewhere in the house.
	Not once... not twice... but thrice! Ranma whirled around, 
ripping his shirt off as he threw it into the hamper in a fit of 
pique. I think I liked it better when she was just trying to 
annoy me, he thought heatedly to himself. It was all too much. 
Just when he thought he was starting to understand the situation, 
it changed on him. He HATED it! And to think he was already 
beginning to start to like Ranko a little and enjoy their little 
impromptu sparring sessions... she had to start to pull this... 
whatever IT was..! Several months worth of frustration (Most men 
would be frustrated too if they were him. Think about it... he's 
been living with two beautiful goddesses for several months and 
he's been sleeping alone the whole time... nevermind) plus a bad 
night's sleep combined to make him finally lose his temper.
	Akane, who as chance would have it, was just outside the 
open door at that precise moment. She had been trying to decide 
whether or not to apologize to Ranma for her earlier treatment of 
his head and had not seen Ranko giving Ranma the last breath-
stopping kiss (which would most assuredly have crystalized her 
decision in the other direction)... She had finally decided to 
apologize to him just as he screamed at the top of his voice, 
"Why can't you just leave me alone!"
	Akane's face hardened, "If you're going to be that way 
about it, Ranma. Fine. I will."
	Ranma whirled suddenly, only now realizing that Akane was 
there, "No! Wait! I didn't mean you! I meant Ran--"
	Akane slammed the door shut in his face. She gave a 
disgusted snort and stormed down the corridor. Storm here is 
taken literally, as the rain outside began to pick up in 
intensity with thunderclaps rattling the Temple's windows.
	"--ko... Damn..." he finished lamely... barely managing to 
take a step back to avoid getting the tip of his nose torn off.
	Ranma collapsed, sulking with his back to the wall, every 
so often banging his head against the wall and muttering to 
himself, "You idiot..." not entirely certain if he meant Akane, 
Ranko or himself.
	"Why doesn't somebody just kill me now and end it all?" he 
sighed.
	He was so busy wallowing in self-pity, his bath forgotten, 
that it wasn't until he chanced to look in the mirror that he 
noticed that he'd turned female again.
	He stared at himself or rather, herself. Ranma heaved a 
long suffering sigh, "Great... now I've got to ask Akane to 
change me back... not when she's in that mood... I guess I'm 
going to be stuck like this for a while."
	Funny, she thought to himself... I don't remember changing 
when Ranko put her hand on my cheek... maybe it's because she 
looked like Akane at the time? Maybe not... and I don't think 
she'd've kissed me while I was a girl... then again this is 
Ranko...
	Ranma gave another sigh and wondered just how she was going 
to take a bath without looking at herself. This was going to be 
embarrassing. Even the tank top she was wearing was pretty 
revealing... she gave her head a slight tilt as she examined 
herself more closely in the mirror. She never really paid 
attention before to just how good Ranko's figure really was... 
she was just about to lift a hand up to her hair to strike a pose 
when she caught herself...
	Ranma sighed and tore his eyes away from the image on the 
mirror, "This is getting just way too weird..." She had to stop 
herself from putting a hand to her chest. 
	This was the first time Ranma found herself stuck in female 
form for longer than a few minutes... and her curiosity was 
starting to get the better of her. Reasoning it out carefully and 
taking her time, Ranma came to the conclusion that the bath was 
an essential portion of his... no, her... no, his! daily routine, 
and the fact that she, or rather he, was now a woman didn't enter 
into it. Ranma placed her hands tentatively on the bottom of the 
tank top, taking a half nervous, half excited gulp of air before 
preparing to pull it off. She leaned slightly forward, catching a 
good view of her cleavage in the mirror.
	It wasn't precisely as if Ranma was entirely unfamiliar 
with the female form. She'd seen magazine pictures and so 
forth... not to mention the fact that naked women had a 
disconcerting habit of walking into or being in bathrooms Ranma 
was already using or intending to use. It had more to do with the 
fact that this was a perfect copy of Ranko's body... and the fact 
that she... no, HE! Was wearing it... it just felt... wrong. 
Ranma couldn't put it into words clearer than that thought.
	Ranma gave a resigned sigh, straightened up and moved for 
the door. May as well go find Akane and try to calm her down... I 
can't go through the day like this, she thought, Even if she 
won't calm down, I could just try and tackle her or something so 
I can change back... he added sourly. He squashed that thought 
about as quickly as he did his thoughts just minutes earlier 
about Nabiki's thin towel... tackling Akane wasn't likely to 
improve her mood. Maybe she'll let me touch my pinky to her 
ankle.
	Ranma's fingers touched the handle of the door as she 
caught sight of herself again in the bathroom mirror. He made a 
sound that was half chuckle and half sigh, "Yeah... Ranko is 
pretty good looking, I guess."
	She never had the chance to pull the door open, as the 
mirror began to glow suddenly. Ranma took a step away from it... 
he recognized this... this was the same glow which had come from 
his bath water that fateful day Akane had stepped into his life. 
He raised an involuntary cry just as a pair of of delicate hands 
pushed out of the mirror, curling to catch hold of the sides of 
the frame. These were followed by a woman's face, which looked 
around rather inquisitively.
	"Excuse me, please, ma'am... is this the residence of Mr. 
Ranma Saotome?" the face asked Ranma in a gentle voice.
	Ranma nodded mutely... now what?
	The woman's face brightened up, "Oh, thank you! I've been 
looking for so long."
	She pushed herself the rest of the way out, stepping 
gingerly on the tiles as she finally pulled entirely free of the 
mirror. Ranma gaped as she watched the woman's progress from 
mirror to floor... it was as if she fell in slow motion. Ranma 
could swear that the woman was floating. She's gotta be another 
goddess... thought Ranma... What is it about me? Am I some sort 
of magnet for this or what?
 	She was a quietly beautiful lady in her mid-twenties. Her 
hair was kept in place by a head dress that looked vaguely like a 
turban, but was open at the top to allow her long brown hair to 
spill out. She wore a simple pale blue robe edged in gold, over a 
modest white dress, both cinched at the waist by a thin gold 
belt. She was at least a head taller than Ranma currently was, 
but she guessed they would be about the same height in her normal 
form.
	The woman dusted herself off and smiled at Ranma, taking a 
deep bow, "Hello. I'm Kasumi Tendo, Goddess of Tranquility, 1st 
rank, 2nd category. Is Mr. Saotome in? Or perhaps a Ms. Akane 
Tendo?"
	"Uh, yeah, Akane's in and... um... well... I'm... uh... 
Ran--" he started to reply.
	Kasumi's eyes suddenly widened as she looked intently at 
Ranma's face. Her hand flew to her mouth as if in horror and she 
took a step back, "Ranko? Is that you?"
	She rushed toward Ranma, her voice full of concern as she 
put a hand against Ranma's forehead, brushing her bangs out of 
the way, "What happened to your hair? And your limiters? And your 
Goddess markings?!?!"
	Kasumi pressed both hands to her mouth as she continued to 
stare in horrified fascination at Ranma, "Oh my... What happened 
to you?"
	"Um... look, lady... er... Kasumi, right? I'm not--"
	"Don't you even remember me, Ranko-chan?" Kasumi broke in, 
sympathetically. She'd calmed down somewhat but was still 
obviously very worried, "You don't remember Kasumi? I used to 
take care of you when you were little? Oh... don't worry Ranko-
chan. Kasumi's right here, I'll take good care of you!" She 
hugged Ranma suddenly and with great feeling.
	"But... but..." Ranma started to reply. The rest of the 
reply was lost as the door flew open, nearly ripped of it's 
hinges, nearly barreling into Ranma and Kasumi.
	In the doorway stood a fierce looking Akane wearing one of 
Ranma's Chinese shirts, her hammer in a ready position; a curious 
Ranko wearing a similar Chinese shirt; and a rather bored looking 
Nabiki, wearing a robe.
	Not again... Ranma thought... how can the same thing keep 
happening to the same guy over and over and over again?!?!?!?!?
	"What happened?!" Akane demanded, "We felt somebody using 
magic here then a scream--"
	"Calm down, Akane... we don't necessarily have to bash 
whatever it is..." Ranko replied.
	Nabiki calmly looked into the bathroom. She gave a small 
cheery wave at Kasumi, who was hugging a now male Ranma, "Hello, 
Elder sister."
	Kasumi turned to face the other goddesses, blinking in 
confusion as she did so, "Akane? Nabiki? Ranko? But-- Oh my..." 
	She turned to look at whoever it was she was hugging only 
to realize she was now looking directly into a rather handsome 
MALE face which was burning red with embarrassment and sweating 
bullets.
	Kasumi looked into Ranma's face with a little surprise, but 
hardly as much as could be expected from someone who found 
herself in the situation of hugging a half naked total stranger 
in a bathroom, "Oh my... is something the matter, sir? You seem 
to be flushed. You're also sweating quite a lot..." she put the 
back of her hand to Ranma's forehead, "Oh my... you're quite 
warm... you might be running a fever."
	Ranma choked on a reply, his face turning even redder, if 
that were possible. Akane tried to bite down on a growl... this 
was her sister Kasumi after all. It was very difficult for Akane 
to think of Kasumi as trying anything like THAT on a man... but 
this was coming perilously close to it.
	"It seems Akane's caught a slight cough too..." Kasumi 
continued, hearing her.
	Nabiki smirked, "I think you're embarrassing him, Kasumi. 
And making Akane jealous."
	"I am?" Kasumi seemed puzzled, "Am I making you jealous 
Akane?"
	"I am NOT jealous!" Akane snorted, "If that stupid, girl-
chasing pervert wants to flirt with my entire family, why the 
hel-- heck should I care!?!"
	"Watch that lie quotient, Akane-chan." Nabiki muttered.
	Kasumi nodded slowly, as if only starting to understand 
then turned to Ranma, "Am I embarrassing you?"
	Ranma nodded quickly, after stealing a glance at the 
furious Akane.