This is a little alternate universe that I created.
Enjoy.


"Beautiful Liar"

A fanfic brought to you by the diseased mind of Jonathan Burke

Insert Standard Takahashi Disclaimer here.

Warning, this fanfic was inspired whilst listening to the NIN song
"Reptile".  If you've heard it, and were offended by the premise, you
might know where I'm coming from and skip the story entirely.  This
story is set in an Alternate Universe, so if the characters are a
"little" OOC, tough.  I don't really care who I offend, but I'll issue a
warning, there are some lemon bits.

With further ado, the pigs march in a line…
**
	Ranma settled back in his futon.   He experienced another one of his
rare, introspective moments.  Ever since he and his father had returned
from that ridiculous training trip in China, his life had gone straight
to Hell.  Wrong, he thought bitterly.  My life has always been and will
always be Hell, from womb to tomb.  His misery started at the age of
five, when his father dragged him from his cold, unloving mother to go
on a ten-year training trip.  Training indeed, for along with his
fathers vast martial arts skill, Ranma was also forced to learn other,
less savory arts.  His old man had sold him many, many times to
prospective buyers, before and after his curse.
	"A martial artist must be ready to sacrifice everything for both his
art and his master." His old man told him callously as he was led off by
the buyer at the tender age of six to be corrupted.  That bastard Kujoni
was only the first of a long line of bastards.  Ranma snorted.  My
father must have always been proud to have such a handsome son.
	Life went from Hell to worse, though when he came to Japan.  Ranma sat
back and reflected on the moment he met the one who now ruled his life
with a silken hand.

Three Months Earlier

	People gasped in astonishment to see a large Panda leading a young
woman down a busy Nerima street.  Around the beautiful redhead's neck
was a collar, attached to which was a leather leash.  On her body was a
tight black spandex body suit.  Oddly though, it looked a little loose
in the strangest places…
The panda held onto the leash and tugged the broken girl along.  
	"So who'd you sell me to this time, old man?"
	The panda held up a sign upon which was written,  <Those times are
behind us son…>
	"Whatdya mean?"
	<You'll see>
	"Yeah, whatever, old man.  Let's just get this ordeal over with."  The
redhead dejectedly ran her fingers through her hair and followed the
panda through the Nerima ward.
…
	Ranma's father, still in panda form, knocked lightly on the door of the
Tendo Dojo.  The door slid open to reveal a pretty, brown-haired girl of
about nineteen.  She blinked twice at the sight before her.
	"Father…I believe you have guests."
	Kasumi shook her head at the pair standing before her.  Really, the
panda she could understand, but the dog collar?  Her father's taste had
sunken lower and lower since her mother had passed away.  Ah, well,
might as well be polite.
	Her father walked up to the door and stared.  He had suffered much
under Happousai, but this was well out of his league.  But the dog
collar did intrigue him…
	The panda held up a sign, snapping Soun out of his reverie. 
	<Hello again, old friend!>
	Soun promptly fainted.
…
	"So you're saying that you fell into a cursed spring, both you and your
son?"
	"Yes.  But it has not been such a tragedy.  Rather, it has allowed us
to utilize even more methods for survival."
	Soun looked over at the silently sulking girl, dressed in tight black
clothes.  "What horrors have befallen you," Soun thought sadly.  "Genma
had suffered far more than I under our master's tutelage.  What else has
your father done to you…  Oh well!  At least now the Dojo will
continue."
	"Nabiki, Kasumi, Akane, come here.  Father has something very important
to tell you." Soun yelled.
	Kasumi dutifully sat next to her father and Mr. Saotome as Nabiki
sauntered down the stairs.  Nabiki raised an eyebrow at her father's
request.  "Akane's out…on a date.  Remember?"  Nabiki couldn't help but
put a little bit of scorn into her voice.  Akane was a "known girl." 
	"Oh my."  Was all Kasumi would say.
	Soun looked up at his daughters, distraught.  He hadn't given her
permission to go out on a date!  Why, who knows what those foul men were
doing to his precious daughter…
	"Why doncha just tell them and get it over with."  Said the redhead.
	Nabiki blinked at the uncouth nature of the younger girl sitting
dejectedly in the corner.  "Who the hell are you?" Nabiki asked of the
girl.
	"Saotome Ranma…sorry about this.  The old man made a little agreement
with your father about sixteen years ago.  You see…'
	Ranma was cut off by footsteps entering the Dojo.  She looked up to see
a raven hair beauty sit down beside her father.  She wore a tight
fitting dress, red and exposing entirely too much.  Despite her female
body, Ranma felt her blood pressure rise at the sight before her.  Ranma
breathed deeply, trying to regain her equilibrium.  Unfortunately for
her, her nostrils were assaulted by an age-old smell, a smell she was
long aquatinted with.  The stink of sex, sweat mixed with pure, raw
pheromones.
	The girl noticed Ranma staring and gave her a meaning full look.  Then
she caught herself and stared, spite and scorn entering into her
countenance.  "Another one of her father's whores," Akane thought, "poor
thing doesn't even look attracted to men.  Nah, not with the look she's
giving me.  Well, maybe I can get some free treats after father's done
with her…" Akane's face softened as she winked at Ranma, giving her a
look that raised Ranma's blood pressure by another hundred points.
	Akane stopped short as what her father was saying registered.
	"…so Genma and I decided that our families should be joined.  Ranma is
going to be married to one of my daughters."
	Nabiki just shook her head sadly at her father.  "And how are we
supposed to marry a girl?" 
	Kasumi, at her father's behest, poured hot water over Ranma's head. 
His female body quickly morphed into a handsome, muscular man.  His
flaming locks turned raven as his blue eyes winced in the accustomed
humiliation of his condition.
	All heads turned to Akane as she coughed lightly once.  Staring right
at Ranma, her lips formed into the one word that would change his life
yet again.
	"Mine."
…
	Ranma thought back to that first night.  How he had, weak and foul as
he was, fallen under her spell.  That day Ranma fell in love, strongly,
foolishly, suicidal.  "And she knew it, even then." He thought,
ruefully.  That first night had been another night of his rage.  Still
befouled from her first encounter, she lead him hand in hand through the
nicer parts of hell…  
	He shook his head sadly at how pathetic he was.  Despite all the times
that he had been adulterated, he was still a virgin in the way of young
women.  Sure, he knew how to please, but his self-loathing prevented him
from ever enjoying the act.  Akane was a different matter.  She brought
him through his nervousness to bring out his skill.  Through the night,
his taint mingled with hers, and heaven shed bloody tears at the acts
below.  Thousands of deaths fell upon the earth as Suffering and Ecstasy
warred in the fouled battlegrounds before them.
	Ranma sadly remembered how happy he was to have met someone who truly
"cared."  How wrong he was.  He also knew how little power he had…
	His mind drifted back to his first day a Furikan High.
…
	Ranma had finished sparring with his father, having successfully
immersed the bastard in the koi pond and then slamming his furry head
about thirty seven times into the unyielding earth.  Damn that felt
good.
	He walked cautiously into the Dojo to eat breakfast.  Kasumi had set
down a veritable feast, at least compared to what he was used to
eating.  He was wearing his customary black body suit.  Some habits died
hard.   Akane glided down the steps, clad in something that she really
shouldn't have been able to put on in public, at least by the standards
of gravity.  She slid into next to him with a purr, eliciting a shudder
from Ranma.  They both ate their breakfast in silence, the undercurrent
lost to the oblivious Kasumi.  Nabiki was, however, a completely
different story.
	"Enjoying your fiancée, Akane?"  Disgust was heavy in her voice.
	Akane just slipped an arm around Ranma and rested her chin on his
shoulder.  "He's perfect."  She let the syllables fall softly from her
lips, like honey from a crevice.  Ranma felt the customary heat all men
know.
	They left the table and walked to school, with Akane on the ground and
Ranma walking on the fence.  Akane looked up, enjoying the sight of his
muscular body at a different angle.  "Why do you do that?" she asked.
	"Advertising…sorry it's an old habit.  I'll stop now if you want me
too."
	"No, don't worry about it.  I like the view."
	Ranma just grinned a little.  Having people notice his body was
something he was entirely too used to.  Odd, though, how Akane's
appreciation made him feel differently from the others.  He noticed many
people looking at him with desire in their eyes.  Even that old lady
with the bucket of water in her hand.
	Ranma shuddered as the lady brought back some memories he wished were
forgotten.  Some snippets floated through his mind…Amazons…contest…the
old lady so happy to have him hold her in his arm…the lady Kuh Lon.  He
shuddered at how his father had cornered him into that one.
	Ranma and Akane reached the gates of Furikan High just in time to be
greeted by a horde of young females.  Akane stepped in front of Ranma
and smirked.  "So you jealous bitches want a piece of me.  Again.  If
you're so angry…then come and get me."
	Ranma was so shocked at the general mayhem that resulted that he could
do little but stare.  Akane became a flurry of action as the mob of
women charged at her.  She quickly demonstrated her incredible skill as
a martial artist as she proceeded to knee-drop, gut punch, and backhand
every clawing, biting female in the group.  Soon the horde was reduced
to one girl, flushed with rage but carefully circling Akane.
	"Stop!"
	A voice penetrated the air, castigating the very winds with its
imperial commands.  Ranma looked up to see a stern-faced, handsome young
man, dressed in a gray clergy's suit and holding a Bible.  Akane looked
at him sweetly.
	"Whore of Babylon, you have spread your foul taint in this school for
far to long.  I challenge you to a duel.  If I defeat you with Heaven's
grace, then you will not date any more.  Is that understood?"
	Akane just shook her head and prepared to pummel him.  Ranma quickly
stepped in front of her.  "I know how to handle this." He said as he
turned to Kuno.
	Kuno looked down on Ranma superciliously.  "And what lost sheep talks
so kindly to such a foul harridan?"
	Ranma calmly cocked back his fist and slammed it into Kuno's gut.  He
flipped the surprised Kuno over, slamming him into the ground.  Then he
shoved Kuno's face into the dirt while he whispered these words into his
ear.
	"I'm Akane's fiancée, and if you ever say anything about her again,
I'll rape you before you even know what happened."
	Kuno merely looked calmly at Ranma.  He smiled.  "Akane may be beyond
redemption, but I shall save your soul."  He seemed ready to say
something else, but was cut off as Akane drove a heel into the back of
his head.
	"Idiot."
	Ranma could not help but agree.
…
	Ranma ruefully thought back to that first day of school.  Akane had
sauntered into class, dragging him along like a pup on a string.  Even
then, she made it abundantly clear who owned whom.  "So my father traded
his mastery over me to another…the more things change, the more they
stay the same."  Both times bonded by "love."
	Hell, she even introduced me to the class.
…
	Akane slid towards the front of the class, arm around Ranma's back. 
Ranma could feel the eyes of her classmates, some jealous, some envious,
some just plan lustful.  She nuzzled her head against his shoulder as
she spoke.
	"This is Saotome Ranma.  He is my fiancée."
	The havoc that those four words created defied logic.  Ranma expected
something like giggling teenagers bubbling romantic nonsense and perhaps
a few gasps of disappointment from the guys.  He was dead wrong, as he
knew he should be.  First utter, wrenching silence filled the room. 
Then a girl in the back row broke the oppressive veil.
	"You bitch, found another toy to break didn't you."  Soon all the
females were shouting catcalls.  Ranma instinctively pulled Akane in a
protective embrace.  She just purred as the females grew more and more
enraged.
	"…fucked every guy in this school…" "In this school, try more like this
district…" "Ranma, can't you see how fouled she is…" "Corrupted bitch…"
"Ranma, you're to good for her!" "Akane, you whore, you can't let one of
us get him first, can you" "Ensnared you in web of honey, hasn't she
Ranma?"
	Ranma felt his ire rising to dangerous levels.  Girls or no, they were
speaking foul hatred towards his fiancée, the only girl who ever made
him feel like a man.  His rage escalated as the cries continued,
uninterrupted by the teacher…
	Suddenly, the door flew open.  Into the room, light shining behind him,
was the Bible thumper.  He opened his mouth and shouted his words like
the Nazarene from the mount.
	"My children, spill not your bile on this lowly harlot.  Remember that
it is God's love that can save the sinful.  Even though she is so fouled
the Heaven's pearly gates would be tarnished by her touch, you can not
allow her own evil to spread the seeds of discontent.  Rather, let you
love flow to the poor lost lamb who has been ensnared in her black pit
of corruption."
	Surprisingly, the class grew quiet at his speech.  Most looked at least
a little guilty, while some crossed themselves and repented quietly. 
Ranma blinked twice as the word registered in his mind.  He was about to
say something to Kuno when Akane opened her lips.
	"Mmmm…poor little Tatewaki.  Are you still mad that you're girlfriend
would rather…pleasure… me than listen to you preach."  Ranma felt his
gut clench as he listened to the words coming from his fiancée.  Then he
shook his head.  How could he feel angry at her previous encounters when
he was so befouled, himself.  No, he didn't deserve someone like her.
	Kuno looked at Akane, contempt filling his features.  The shear force
of his scorn seemed to weigh oppressively on the classroom, sending some
of the inhabitants into fits sobbing.  Ranma decided he had had enough.
	"Alright Kuno, you wanna save my soul…lets just take this outside."
	Ranma stepped purposefully outside of the classroom and shut the door
behind him.  He looked over at Kuno and clenched his hands into a fist. 
"So Kuno, ya got exactly thirty seconds to apologize to me for speaking
that way about my fiancée before I do something to you that you really
wont like."
	Kuno just looked at him like he was a tantrum-throwing toddler.  "Poor
lamb, don't you know the evil that the harridan you call your betrothed
has spread amongst the simple students in this hall of education. 
Repent of your sins and you can be saved."
	Ranma barked out a short, harsh laughter.  "Kuno, you fool…I have been
corrupted far worse than you can ever imagine.  Even God cannot love me
anymore, but Akane does."  In a flash, Ranma slammed Kuno up against the
wall, shaking the foundation of the school.  His eyes flashed as he
spoke.  "I warned you, Kuno…" Ranma prepared to launch his most
devastating attack, one that hurt him as badly as it hurt the other.  He
brought his head closer to Kuno's, lips ready.
	Suddenly a powerful blow to the head brought him to his knees.  Ranma
looked up to see Kuno, sadness creasing his features, holding a Bible in
his hands.  Ranma grinned, so this was going to be fun.  He launched a
powerful blow at Kuno's gut, only to find his foot blocked by the
Bible.  A counter attack followed, a wooden blur as Kuno swung his heavy
cross at Ranma's shoulder.  Ranma dodged the attack easily, and launched
a punch at Kuno's face only to find his hand entangled in a rosary. 
Kuno backhanded Ranma with his Bible, forcing Ranma to step back a few
feet.  Kuno shook his head sadly and said "Violence is not the way.  It
is a sin to strike your fellow man.  But if strength is all you respect,
then I shall show you that the Church is far stronger than your sin. 
You can still repent Ranma.  Despite all you say, God loves even y---"
	Kuno was cut off as Ranma, enraged, launched a fury of blows at Kuno's
torso.  Kuno, dazed by the shear force of the attack, could only weakly
block as Ranma lashed out again and again at the one who reminded him of
his own self-loathing.  Finally, Ranma left Kuno's battered body on the
floor and returned to class.
	As he opened the door to step in, he heard Kuno behind him, praying for
his soul.
…
	Ranma sighed.  He should have known from that first day how truly
hopeless his life had become.  He wept silent tears.  Then he heard
footsteps outside of his door.  He knew that stride by heart.  Akane was
home.  His Akane, his master.  He silently rose and walked out to greet
her.

End chapter 1.

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