Well, here it is, new and improved.  Well, hopefully.  Added a few more 
scenes.  I think I'm not going to add any more; the fic will bog down 
if I do.

Still, opinions solicited.

In case you missed it the first time, this is a crossover between two 
of my other fanfic series: "Thy Outward Part" and "Thy Inward Love". 
 At least a passing knowledge of those stories is required to 
appreciate this.

And gosh, this was fun to write.  :)

-Richard
sterman@sprynet.com

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DEFINITIONS OF HELL

by Richard Lawson


Ranma leaned against the boulder with a sigh.  At long, long last, it 
was over.

The creature, whatever it was - black-skinned, vaguely insectoid, one 
more arm and leg than humans had - sank into a pool of its own blood. 
 If blood was bright orange and bubbling, that is.  Even as the fire in 
its metallic eyes began to dim, it still looked at Ranma with hate.

Ranma grimaced.  This wasn't the first time he'd tried to kill an 
opponent in combat.  Heck, Saffron had survived on a fluke.  This was 
the first time, however, that Ranma had succeeded.

The creature opened its mouth and, for the first time, spoke.  "A 
curse."

Ranma frowned.  Despite the many weeks he'd spent in this country, he 
still had a hard time following English.  And this creature's mouth, 
which opened in four different directions and contained many teeth 
stuck at odd angles, didn't seem well suited to verbal speech.  "What?"

"A curse."  The creature tried to lift an arm, and failed.  "I curse 
you."

Ranma laughed without humor.  "You not have magic.  All used up, all 
gone.  Sorry."

"Death.  Always magic in death.  I use my death to curse you."  The 
creature was struggling to speak now, making it even harder for Ranma 
to understand.  "To you, Hell.  To Hell with you."  The light flickered 
out from its eyes.

Ranma shook his head.  So useless.  In the end, it had used the last of 
its life to spew invective.  No regrets that its life had brought it to 
such an end, only a desire to try and lash out.

Ranma sighed.  Regrets he had lots of.  Five months he'd been running 
around the Australian outback.  He'd be a while getting out and back to 
Japan.  All this with Akane pregnant.  She was seven months pregnant 
now, and having to take care of Nouma on top of that.  Not to mention 
her job.  Surely Kasumi, Nabiki, and the others were helping, but Ranma 
knew he belonged there.  Needed to be at her side.

There were times when he really, really hated the curse.

Pushing himself off the rock, he staggered down the hill.  Time to go 
home.

---

Ranma walked up to the gates, and stood for a while drinking in the 
sight.  Almost six months away.  He sure hoped the curse didn't try to 
take him away immediately.  Ranma had had enough for a while.

He opened the gates and walked down the path to the front door.  He 
tested the door, but found it locked as expected.  Akane would be at 
work, and Nouma at the after-school day care.  Akane planned to work 
right up to the time she gave birth, and then would take a month off 
before going back.

He got out his keys and unlocked the door.  The familiar sight of the 
interior warmed him.  Home.  It was *so* nice to be home.

He set his backpack on the ground and walked down the hallway.  He came 
to the door that led to the back yard.  He slid it opened and examined 
the backyard for a while.  He let his mind drift.  Peaceful.  Very 
serene...

After a while, he started slightly, glanced at the clock, and realized 
it was time for Akane to come home.  He smiled and wandered into the 
kitchen.  He'd fix dinner for her.  It would be a very nice way to get 
back into the routine.  It would also send her a message - that 
domestic duties would be his top priority, at least for a while.  She 
would need that reassurance, especially with the baby due so soon.

He put on one of his aprons - efficient and no more, none of Kasumi's 
frills - and began the task of cooking dinner.  He lost himself in the 
chore, realizing that it *wasn't* a chore, it was *family*, and that 
was important.

As he was getting toward the finish, he heard the front door open.  He 
heard two sets of feet enter, one walking, one running.  The running 
steps scampered up the stairs, while the walking steps made their way 
down the hallway.  Ranma felt a huge smile covering his face.  Akane 
was home.  Akane was here.  He had missed her, had lain awake at night 
yearning for her, and now she was home.

Wiping his hands on his apron in preparation for hugging her fiercely, 
he turned towards the door and froze.

He didn't know who was more shocked, himself or the man staring at him 
from the kitchen entrance.  Ranma felt something cold settle into his 
stomach.  The man's face was ashen.

"R-Ranma."  The man was having difficulty speaking.  "What happened?"

Ranma couldn't think straight.  Intelligent thought was beyond him at 
this point.  "What happened to what?"

"T-to th-the..."  The man made a visible effort to gather himself.  "To 
the baby."

Ranma could make no sense out of what was happening.  "What baby?"

This seemed to shock the man even further.  "My God."  He walked up and 
gently put a hand on Ranma's shoulder.  "Please Ranma, I have to know. 
 Can you remember?"

"Remember what?"  The man's too-familiar touch allowed him to react 
finally.  He knocked the hand away.  "Keep your hands off me, bud. 
 What the hell are you doing here?"

"Ranma!"  The man spoke with real anguish.  "I live here, too.  Don't 
do this."

"You WHAT!"  Ranma grabbed his shirt and lifted him off his feet. 
 "Since when do you live here, jerk?"

The man gently put his hand over Ranma's.  "Since we got married, 
dear."

Ranma was shocked speechless.  He couldn't articulate his fury.  But he 
could express it.  He reached back his other hand and made a fist.

"Mommy!"  A six-year-old girl ran into the kitchen and hugged Ranma's 
leg.  She reached up and patted Ranma's stomach.  "Where'd the baby go, 
Mommy?"

The man's shirt slipped from Ranma's nerveless fingers.  The man fell 
back to the ground with a grunt, but Ranma ignored it.  He ignored 
everything except the memory of the creature's words in Australia.  To 
Hell, it had said.

Being married to a man, having given birth to one child and supposedly 
being pregnant with another... that quite nicely fit Ranma's definition 
of Hell on Earth.

---

In another kitchen, two pregnant women stared at each other.

One gaped at the other in shock.  "Since when did you move back in? 
 Where's Kentaro?"

The other looked very, very angry.  She was staring at first woman's 
distended belly.  "You left me for six months so you could hide *this* 
from me?!  And now you come back?!"

More unpleasantness ensued.

---

Ranma's head was spinning about.  He'd been so looking forward to 
resuming life in Heaven - or at least, as close to Heaven as he could 
possible get on Earth.  Instead, he'd found Hell.  And it choked his 
heart.

The man reached out to touch Ranma's cheek.  This shook him out of his 
stupor.  He moved his hand, fast as lightning, and grabbed the man's 
wrist.  "I told you, bud, you don't ever touch me again like that.  Not 
if you value your life.  Are we clear?"

The man, Ranma was shocked to note, had tears in his eyes.  "Please, 
Ranma.  Tell me what's happened."

"Don't be angry, Mommy."  Ranma looked down to the wide, frightened 
eyes of the girl hugging his leg.  "Please don't yell at Daddy."

Ranma looked at her for a while.  He looked back up at the man - his 
husband.  The thought filled him with revulsion, but he controlled it. 
 For the girl's sake.

With a sound of disgust, he flung the man's arm away.  He would have 
stalked away if it weren't for the girl still clutching his leg.  "All 
right, from the top.  Who are you?"

He saw several expressions flit across the man's face before it finally 
settled into a sad but neutral look.  "Kentaro."

Ranma looked down at the girl.  "Kyoko," she volunteered, happy to 
provide an answer before the question was even asked.

Ranma sighed, letting out a lot of frustration and anger.  He looked 
back up at Kentaro.  "Okay.  And I take it we- we're..."

"Married."  Kentaro looked at him closely.  "You don't remember?"

Ranma shook his head.  "No, that's not it.  It never happened."

"Ranma!"  Kentaro sounded shocked, and afraid.

"Oh, shut up."  He gently pushed Kyoko off his leg.  "Let me finish 
dinner while you tell me the history of my life."

He turned and began putting the finishing touches on dinner.  The 
ritual calmed him even further.  He could feel Kentaro's stare at his 
back, but he was able to shrug it off.

Finally, he could hear resignation in Kentaro's voice as he asked, 
"What would you like to know?"

"How we met.  How we got..."  the word was still difficult to get out, 
"...married.  What happened to my wi- er, Akane."

"Um.  Does this have anything to do with your curse?"

Ranma considered this as he shoveled the rice into a serving bowl.  "In 
a roundabout way, yes.  I think so.  First tell me your story and I'll 
tell you mine."

"Uh, yeah."  Kentaro took the bowl of rice and carried it out of the 
room.  Ranma frowned at the domesticity that implied.

Kyoko pulled at his leg.  "Do you want me to carry anything out, 
Mommy?"

Ranma winced involuntarily.  "Uh, do you know how to set the table?"

Kyoko beamed.  "Yes!"  She ran off.

Ranma shook his head.  What a stupid question.  Of course she knew how; 
that was Nouma's job, after all.  He wondered what else Kyoko and Nouma 
had in common.

He finished the rest of the preparations, Kentaro shuttling the food 
into the dining room and looking very uncertain.  They all sat around 
the dining room and began to eat.  Kentaro sat in Akane's place, which 
made Ranma feel quite uncomfortable.

Kentaro took a couple of tentative bites, then looked at Ranma.  "Okay. 
 Um.  When you were sixteen, you and your father went on a training 
trip to Jusenkyo."

Ranma nodded.  "The Nyannichuan."

That seemed to bring a measure of relief to Kentaro.  "Yes.  Good.  Um, 
and then you came back to Japan and were engaged to Akane."  He paused, 
and Ranma indicated he should continue.  "Um, some stuff happened, and 
then you fought someone from China.  Herb."

Ranma nodded, then froze.  His mind raced.  "I was stuck as a girl for 
a while."

It was Kentaro's turn to nod.  "Six years."

"SIX YEARS!"  Ranma broke his chopsticks in half.  He stared at them, 
then at Kentaro.  "I was stuck as a girl for six years?!"

"Uh, yeah.  How- how long do *you* think you were frozen in your female 
form?"

Ranma shook his head.  "Only about a week.  Less than that.  I mean, it 
*felt* like six years, but..."  He dropped his chopsticks and leaned 
forward.  "So, what happened to Akane?"

Kentaro took a sip of tea.  "Well, Akane... you and she..."  He 
grimaced.  "You broke off your engagement."

"Oh man."  Ranma gripped his head in his hands.  Akane.  Akane, lost to 
him.

Ranma tried to focus on the present situation.  "Okay, skip our 
courtship or whatever, I don't want to know about it.  We're married 
and I'm pregnant?"

"Um, well, yeah."  Kentaro put down his chopsticks, too.  "Now can you 
tell me what happened to the baby?"

Ranma shook his head.  "Wait a minute.  You didn't seem surprised to 
see me as a guy.  I mean, you weren't surprised I could become a guy. 
 Did we meet before or after I got cured of Herb's ladle?"

"Three and a half years before you were cured.  We didn't get married, 
though, until about three years after you'd been cured."

Ranma had difficulty believing his ears.  "You mean I wasn't stuck as a 
girl anymore, that I could have gone back to Akane, and we still got 
married?"

"Dammit, Ranma!"  Kentaro slammed his palm on the table.

"Daddy!"  Kyoko sounded tearfully frightened.  "Don't yell."

Kentaro immediately calmed down.  He managed a reassuring smile at 
Kyoko.  "Sorry, pumpkin.  It won't happen again, I promise."

"Okay."  Kyoko still sounded scared, but she continued eating while 
watching Ranma and Kentaro with big eyes.

Kentaro's eyes swiveled over to Ranma, and while his voice was soft and 
gentle, his eyes burned with anger.  "What you and I had was special. 
 We fell in love, and we both discovered that our love transcended, to 
some extent, the boundaries of sexual identity.  You *were* given a 
choice - a choice I stuck my neck way out to give you - and you chose 
me.  Because we were in love and you and Akane were not.  Try not to 
belittle that choice in the future.  That's not fair to me, and it's 
certainly not fair to Kyoko, who wouldn't be here if we hadn't decided 
to stay together."

Ranma looked over at Kyoko, then closed his eyes and sighed.  "All 
right, I'm sorry.  It's just..."  He opened his eyes again.  "Okay, 
time for my story.  It's pretty simple.  I was only stuck as a girl for 
a few days, I fought Herb and beat him, got the kettle and turned back 
into a guy.  After that... well, lots of stuff happened, but me and 
Akane got married.  We've got a boy about Kyoko's age, and Akane's 
pregnant with another one."

Kentaro stared at him for a long time.  Ranma stared right back at him, 
for some reason feeling that it was important that Kentaro believe him.

Kentaro slowly nodded.  "All right, let's say for a moment that both of 
our stories are true.  How... what caused the difference?  I mean, my 
story is more demonstrably true than yours."

Ranma glanced over at Kyoko, and nodded.  "Yeah."  He thought for a 
moment.  "Okay, well, a few days ago I fought this creature.  It... oh, 
the details aren't important.  I killed it because I had to, but it 
cursed me as it died.  It... changed things, somehow.  I'm guessing 
that it somehow... what is it they say on those sci-fi shows all the 
time?  Changed the time stream?  Anyway, made it so that Herb beat me, 
and I didn't get the kettle."

"Well, you *did* beat Herb, but not until after the kettle had been 
buried."  Kentaro looked at his daughter for a moment.  "So, if your 
theory is true, where's the baby you were pregnant with in this 
timeline?"

Ranma felt queasy, but managed not to shudder.  "How the hell should I 
know?"  He bit back more invective and tried again.  "Okay, well, we 
gotta go back and change things."

A strangled gasp escaped from Kentaro's throat.  Ranma imagined that 
he'd been about to shout, and had controlled himself just in time.  He 
glared at Ranma before finally standing up.  "I... need some air."  He 
walked over to behind his daughter.  "Are you finished, Kyoko?"

She looked up at him.  "No.  I wanna spend time with Mommy."

Ranma tried to keep his voice as neutral as possible.  "I am not your 
mother."

Kyoko looked at him, and tears gathered in her eyes.  She began 
sniffling.  Kentaro shot him a look of disgust and loathing before 
smoothing his features.  "Kyoko, dear, let's leave your mother alone 
for a bit.  She's not feeling well."

Kyoko nodded and stood up.  Together, she and Kentaro left the dining 
room.

Ranma growled, mostly disgusted at himself.  He could have handled that 
a lot better, he was certain.

---

"Ow!  Stop that!"

"You - how *could* you!"

"How could I what?  You're not making any sense.  Ow!"

"I can't believe you let yourself stay cursed so you could do *this*! 
 Who is he?  Who's the father?"

"Kentaro, of course.  Dammit, stop with the hammer!"

"Who the hell is Kentaro?"

"My husband of course!  What's with the pregnant costume anyway?  Is 
that something your theater company's doing?"

"Costume!  I'll give you a costume!"

The hammer swung, except this time it was stopped in mid-swing by a 
hand snaking out and grabbing the handle.  "All right, that's enough. 
 What the hell is going on here, Akane?"

Akane glared at Ranma for a long time.  The anger seemed to drain out 
of her, leaving an expression of hurt that wrung Ranma's heart.  "My 
God, Ranma, what's happened to you?"

Ranma shook her head, took her hand off the hammer, and took a careful 
step back.  "I don't know.  I mean, I go to Australia for a conference, 
and I come back and you go ballistic on me."

"A conference?  You told me you were battling some big evil thing.  And 
you were just at a conference?"

"Big evil thing?  I wouldn't call a conference of dojo owners a 'big 
evil thing'."

"What?"

"C'mon, Akane, the one you helped me prepare for.  Remember?  I had a 
big presentation on my flexibility training."

Akane lowered the hammer, confusion covering her face.  "I did no such 
thing.  You called me three days ago and asked me to wire you some m  
oney so you could catch a plane home.  You told me you'd been wandering 
the desert for months, and that you'd tell me the whole story when you 
got back."

"Months?  I was only gone for ten days."

"You were gone for almost six months, Daddy."

Ranma turned at the strange voice.  A young boy was standing in the 
doorway of the kitchen, watching the scene with wide, serious eyes.  He 
looked strangely familiar.  Ranma blinked and shook her head.  "What 
did you call me?"

"You're my daddy.  Why is your stomach so big?  What did you do to your 
hair?  Are you pregnant like Mommy?"

Ranma blinked again.  She had heard the words, but they were 
nonsensical - random words that somehow formed a sentence.  She looked 
up at Akane, hoping somehow she'd take the words and turn them into 
something meaningful.

Akane was looking closely at Ranma, something like fear in her eyes. 
 "You know our son, don't you, Ranma?"

"*Our* son?"  Ranma reached behind her, felt for the counter, and le  
aned heavily against it.  "Akane... I mean, the only time we... and... 
I *know* you didn't get pregnant.  I mean..."

"Ranma, start making sense.  We've been married almost eight years now. 
 I'm pregnant with our second child."  Akane hesitated.  "You d-do 
remember, don't you?"

Ranma felt dizzy.  "Akane... we... we're not married.  You broke off 
the engagement, you didn't want to get married.  Remember?"

"What!"  Akane's anger flared up.  "I didn't!  I mean, yes, we both 
broke off the engagement a dozen times, but in the end..."  The anger 
sputtered out, became a pleading tone.  "Don't you remember the roof?"

Something froze inside of Ranma.  "Yes.  I remember the roof quite 
clearly.  We sat on it and you told me that a marriage between us was 
not going to happen.  That you didn't love me.  You apologized and took 
all the blame.  You begged me to get over you.  You told me that I 
needed to accept who I was, and to move on with my life.  Well, I did. 
 So don't you DARE tell me that WE GOT MARRIED BECAUSE WE NEVER DID!"

Akane gasped and took a step back.  The boy ran up and hugged Ranma's 
leg.  "Don't yell at Mommy.  Please don't yell, Daddy!"

Ranma was shaking from the force of her emotions.  She tried to calm 
herself, and found that it was easy to do when looking at the boy 
hugging her leg.  "W-what's your name, kid?"

The boy blinked through his tears.  "Nouma.  It's Nouma, Daddy."

Enough irritation remained for the next words to escape her lips before 
she could stop them.  "I am not your father, kid."

Nouma's lower lip began to quaver.  He released Ranma and fled to 
Akane, hugging her fiercely and sobbing.  Akane reached down and put 
her hand on his head, staring at Ranma with a cold fury that made her 
hammering seem a mild irritation in comparison.  "I don't know you, but 
whoever you are, get the hell out of my house."

Ranma was about to protest that it wasn't her house, not any more.  The 
look on her face, however, stilled her protests.

Ranma suppressed a sigh and moved past Akane and down the hallway.  It 
was probably best to give them both some time to cool down.  In the 
meantime, she could track down Kentaro and try to figure out what 
exactly was going on.

---

Ranma gave the counter a final swipe and frowned.  For Kasumi, there 
seemed to be no bad mood she could experience that a little housework 
couldn't eradicate.  Ranma had found that chores like this only 
postponed the inevitable.  He'd feel all right while doing the work, 
but when it was done, he was right back where he started from.

"Ranma."  Kentaro's voice was all business, but Ranma could still 
detect a hint of fear underneath it.

Ranma turned to face him.  "Yes?"

"We need to talk."

"No kidding."  Ranma sighed.  "Okay."

Kentaro turned and led them down the hallway.  To Ranma's surprise, he 
led them upstairs to his bedroom.  Or at least, the bedroom he and 
Akane shared.

Ranma entered with trepidation, looking around.  It seemed almost the 
same.  There were some minor differences, a statue where a plant should 
be, a different painting on one wall.

Kentaro turned around.  "All right, first off: Occam's Razor."

Ranma rubbed his cheeks.  "What?"

"The simplest explanation is the most likely to be true.  Time travel 
seems unnecessarily complicated.  It seems to me that some sort of 
trauma associated with the loss of the child you were carrying is the 
most likely explanation."

Ranma thought this over, then reluctantly nodded.  "Well, okay, I'll go 
along with it.  I don't think it's true.  I've had people try to mess 
with my mind before; I'm pretty sure I'd know if someone were doing it 
now."

Kentaro spoke in a clinical, detached voice.  "Fortunately, there's an 
easy test.  During pregnancy, a woman's uterus expands beyond the 
naval, and the abdomen stretches to accommodate it.  This causes 
reddish streaks on the abdomen, breasts, buttocks, or thighs."

Ranma blinked.  He'd found a book to read on the plane, to refresh his 
memory about pregnancy and its aftereffects.  The last time, some 
unpleasant things had happened, and he wanted to be as prepared as he 
could.  "You're talking about stretch marks."

"Right.  You've got some, and even turning male didn't eliminate them. 
 If you'd let me examine you, we can easily determine if you've given 
birth."

Ranma narrowed his eyes, studying Kentaro closely.  Kentaro looked back 
at him calmly.

Ranma shrugged and took off his shirt.  He loosened his pants and let 
them fall to the ground.

Kentaro bent down and examined Ranma's stomach carefully.  He touched 
it with his fingers, and Ranma used all of his willpower to keep from 
throwing him into the next district.  Kentaro traced the lines of 
Ranma's lower abdomen, at one point rubbing lightly with his fingers. 
 He hooked the band of Ranma's boxer shorts and pulled it down slightly 
to get a better look.  Ranma reached down and lightly grabbed Kentaro's 
wrist, not pulling it away but making sure he controlled how far down 
Kentaro lowered the shorts.  Kentaro ignored it, instead examining the 
skin closely.

Finally, Kentaro released the waistband and straightened.  He looked 
pensive as Ranma rearranged his clothing.  Ranma raised an eyebrow as 
he shrugged his shirt back on.  "So now do you believe me?"

Kentaro looked into Ranma's eyes, then nodded slowly.  "Yes.  I made 
the mistake once before thinking that what you were telling me wasn't 
real.  I won't ever do that again."

Ranma furrowed his eyebrows.  "Sounds like an interesting story."

"Interesting, yes."  Kentaro sighed and sat on the bed.  "So, Ranma, 
what are we going to do?"

"I dunno."  Ranma walked over to the window and looked out into the 
yard.  "I don't want things to be this way.  I have no idea who you 
are, and I want my wife and son back."

"Instead of Kyoko and me."

Ranma lowered a corner of his mouth, still looking out into the yard. 
 "Hell of a choice, isn't it?  Whose life if more valuable - Kyoko's or 
Nouma's?"

"Nouma?  Your... your son?"

"Yeah.  My son that should have been."  Ranma slapped his palm against 
the window frame.  "Dammit, how could I leave Akane?  She... she was 
the best thing that ever happened to me.  My life was nothing until she 
came along.  How could I ever let that go?"

"You didn't want to."  Kentaro's voice was quiet.  "She let you go. 
 She... couldn't marry a woman.  And at the time, it seemed as if you 
were going to be a woman forever."

"No."  Gripped the window frame tightly.  "It's not possible.  She'd 
never give up on me, never."

"It didn't happen overnight.  She tried, you both tried.  For almost 
two years you both tried to find a cure for what Herb did to you.  The 
whole family tried.  Nothing worked, and it slowly became obvious that 
you were going to be a woman forever."

Ranma turned his head to glare at Kentaro with one eye.  "Except it 
wasn't so obvious, was it?  I got cured, didn't I?"

Kentaro ran a hand through his hair.  "Listen, Ranma, don't be so quick 
to judge what people did.  You've had less than an hour to think about 
it.  You - that is, the you that I know - and Akane lived it for two 
years.  There came a point where the misery you were both feeling 
wasn't worth trying to hope for something that was extremely unlikely 
to happen.  Akane moved on, and eventually you did too."

Ranma looked forward again, resting his eyes on the koi pond.  "And 
that's where you came in."

"We met in college, well after you and Akane had broken up."

Ranma snorted.  "And it was love at first sight, huh?"

The chuckle surprised Ranma.  "It may have been for me, but you... 
well, you didn't quite hate me, but you made it very clear that my 
attentions were unwelcome."

"Oh yeah?"

"The first time I asked you out, you threatened to kill me."

"Good."  Curiously, that made Ranma feel better.  That's exactly how he 
would react if a guy asked him out.  Ranma smiled, remembering how he'd 
reacted to his first kiss.  He quickly sobered; try as he might, he 
just couldn't imagine himself ever overcoming that revulsion.  "So you 
kept trying, and I eventually gave in?"

"Not quite.  I became your student."

Ranma was genuinely surprised.  He turned and examined Kentaro.  The 
build and muscle tone were right, that of someone who took martial arts 
seriously.  "Really?"

"Yes.  First your student, then your friend."

"And then my boyfriend?"

"Only after an extremely difficult decision for you, one that almost 
sent me to the hospital."

Ranma shook his head.  "No.  I mean, I... I wouldn't ever decide that. 
 I'm sorry."

Kentaro thinned his lips.  "And *I'm* sorry, but you did.  I'm not 
about to try and relive everything that happened between us - and 
between you and Akane - for your benefit.  While I'm glad that it ended 
with us married, there are things we went through that are too painful 
to recall.  It wasn't easy, and it wasn't instantaneous, but we fell in 
love, and you chose to stay with me even after getting cured, and we've 
built a life together that is lovely and wonderful and I want it back 
so badly, I want *you* back and carrying our child and happy to see 
me..."

Kentaro covered his eyes with one hand.  Ranma could hear him breathing 
deeply in an effort to control sobs.

"Damn," he said softly.  Kentaro obviously loved him.  As much as that 
thought still repulsed him, he still found his heart going out to 
Kentaro, regretting with Kentaro the love he'd lost.

And what price was that love worth?  What was Kyoko worth?  Ranma 
wanted Akane and Nouma back with all his heart.  He needed to find a 
way to go back and change the outcome of the battle between him and 
Herb, make it so that the kettle was recovered like it was supposed to 
be.  But he wasn't sure his sanity was up to paying the price of 
Kentaro's feelings and Kyoko in the process.

Ranma turned his eyes away from the sight of Kentaro's misery, and 
spied a picture on the dresser.  He walked over to it, somehow sure 
what it was and not really wanting to see it but unable to stop 
himself.  It was a wedding picture, sure enough.  He was in female form 
and wearing a wedding kimono.  He was standing next to Kentaro, and 
they both looked very happy.

He wanted to deny this whole situation, deny that he could ever, ever 
feel attracted to a man, that there were *no* circumstances under which 
he would ever marry a man.  Yet the reality of Kyoko and this picture 
were hard to deny.

Ranma swallowed, looking at the picture and not liking what he saw. 
 And yet, it couldn't be so horrible.  The person he was looking at 
seemed to like her life.

Suddenly Ranma furrowed his brow.  Something was wrong with the 
picture, and it had taken him a long time to notice it.  He could never 
imagine himself doing it, but then again, there were a lot of things he 
could never imagine himself doing.

Still, it was worth asking about.  "Kentaro?"

After a second, Kentaro lifted his head.  "Yes, Ranma?"

"Have I ever dyed my hair?"

Kentaro was clearly surprised.  "Er, no.  Why do you ask?"

Ranma showed him the picture.  "Why is my hair black?"

---

"I'd like to see Dr. Marumoto."

The receptionist raised an eyebrow.  "Are you his patient?"

"His wife."  Ranma indicated the phone.  "His extension is 627.  If 
he's not there, I'd like him paged, please."

The receptionist raised his other eyebrow, the consulted a phone list. 
 "I do have a Dr. Marumoto, but she is at extension 646."

Ranma shook her head.  "No, Dr. Kentaro Marumoto.  He's a surgeon. 
 Here."

The receptionist shook his head.  "We have no one on staff by that 
name.  You may be thinking of Nerima General."

Ranma growled.  "Listen, jerk, I know where my husband works."

"Wherever it is, it isn't here, ma'am."  The receptionist moved his 
head to look at the person standing behind Ranma.  "Next?"

Ranma stepped away, grimacing.  She'd been expecting this, actually. 
 She'd called his office and someone else had answered.  She'd paged 
him and someone else had returned the page.  She had needed to come 
here and find out for herself.

She didn't want to face the consequences, but they were getting harder 
to ignore.  Kentaro wasn't here, he wasn't in Nerima.  It was just 
possible that Akane was telling the truth.

She reached down to touch her stomach, just to make sure the baby was 
still there.  That much of Kentaro was still present.  She pictured 
giving birth without him at her side, and shuddered.

She needed to find him, need to know what exactly had happened to him. 
 She went over to a pay phone and called long distance.

After a couple of rings, a woman's voice answered.  "Hello?"

"Marumoto-sama?"  She hesitated, then spoke in a rush.  "Is Kentaro 
there?"

"Kentaro?"  His mother sounded confused.  "No, he lives on his own now. 
 I can give you the number if you'd like."

"Yes, please."  She jotted down the number, thanked her, and hung up. 
 She didn't want to dwell on the fact that the number was in Okinawa. 
 Or that Kentaro's mother hadn't recognized her voice.

The phone rang again, and was again answered by a woman.  "Yes?"

Fear rose up to choke Ranma.  "Um... may I speak with Kentaro please?"

"He's at work.  He'll be home this evening."  The woman's voice became 
suspicious.  "Who's this?"

Ranma gulped.  "I'm a friend of his from college.  I... I just was 
checking up on him."

"I see."  The woman's voice was definitely cool.  "Well, I'm sure my 
husband would be delighted to hear from you, Miss..."

"Mrs.  Tendo.  Uh, well, thanks, I'll call him later."  Ranma hung up 
and stared at the phone, her heart racing.  Kentaro.  Was married.  To 
someone else.

She leaned forward to rest her head against the wall, one hand on her 
belly, the other still clutching the phone handle in its cradle.  What 
had happened?  What had gone wrong?  Whose baby was she carrying?

She viciously cut off that train of thought.  Kentaro *was* the father 
of her child, of that she was certain.  It was just... something had 
gone wrong with reality.  Something bizarre was happening, like back in 
the old days.

Ranma began to get a grip again.  The trick was not to let it get her 
down.  She'd had these kind of problems before, and she had always 
overcome them.  This time would be no different.  Her confidence began 
to surge.

She felt something stir inside her, and her confidence faltered.  She'd 
never had to fight any battles while she was pregnant.

---

"See?"

Kentaro's eyes were wide.  "Wow."  He reached forward to finger Ranma's 
hair.

This made Ranma very nervous.  She quickly filled the bucket with warm 
water and dumped it over her head.

Kentaro shook his head.  "That's amazing.  I think your eyes changed 
color, too."

"They become bluer when I'm female."

"The hair- why red?"

"Well, my mom's got kinda coppery hair.  I always assumed it came from 
her."

"That's not possible."  Kentaro stroked his chin.  "Red hair and blue 
eyes are recessive genes."

Ranma shrugged; he'd heard this argument before.  He gave the response 
that always brought such speculations to an end.  "It's magic."

Kentaro smiled.  "Of course."  He sobered.  "So this must mean that the 
point of divergence must have been earlier?"

"What, that I fell into 'Pool of Young Woman with Red Hair and Blue 
Eyes' and your Ranma fell into another variation?  The curses don't 
work that way.  I think this is a different world altogether.  An 
alternate universe."

Kentaro frowned.  "More science-fiction terminology."

Ranma shrugged.  "So, *you* tell me what Autumn's Shaver has to say."

Kentaro smiled for some reason before rubbing his cheek and thinking 
hard.  Finally, he sighed.  "I don't know.  'Alternate Universe' will 
do until I can think of something better.  I'm a little beat."

"Me too.  I just flew in from Australia."  Ranma stripped off his wet 
shirt.  "Think I'll go to bed."

Kentaro looked at him strangely.  Then he sighed again.  "Okay.  I'll 
watch over Kyoko until she goes to bed."

"Um."  Ranma had forgotten all about her.  "Okay."  He walked past 
Kentaro out of the bedroom and looked down the hallway.  "Um, is 
Kasumi's old room still the guest room?"

"Yes."

Without another word, Ranma headed towards it.  He entered it quickly 
and shut the door firmly behind him.  He then leaned his back against 
it, fighting off a small feeling of guilt.

It wasn't hard.  This was an alternate universe.  It wasn't *his* 
universe.  There was a universe out there, somewhere.  In it, Nouma and 
Akane and her unborn child waited for him.  He'd find them eventually. 
 Of that he was certain.

Feeling good, he clambered into bed and fell asleep almost instantly.

---

Ranma rested against the wall outside her home.  Or what used to be her 
home.

It didn't matter how well-maintained her physique was; it wasn't 
designed to handle the awkward position carrying a child put her body 
in.  She had backaches like everyone else, and walking for long periods 
of time was a strain.  Sometimes she needed to rest.  That was it. 
 That was why she was resting against the wall and not going inside.

Had to be.

Ranma sighed and wondered what Kentaro would say about the 
rationalizations.  Nothing good, she knew.  God, she missed him.

She pushed herself off the wall and walked over to the gate.  She 
reached over to open it, paused, and pulled her hand away.  Was it 
worth the aggravation?  Akane and the boy - Nouma?  - had seemed very 
upset.  Maybe Ranma shouldn't be putting her own well-being above the 
feelings of her best friend.

The baby moved inside her, a none-too-subtle reminder that there were 
larger issues involved.

Giving her stomach a reassuring pat, she rang the bell.

The gate opened soon thereafter.  Akane didn't look surprised, but she 
still looked angry.  She eyed Ranma up and down, her gaze lingering on 
the large bulge under her shirt.  "Who are you, really?"

Ranma sighed.  "You know who I am, Akane."

"No I don't.  Ranma called me three days ago from Australia.  He had me 
send him some money.  *He* did.  He was male.  Not pregnant."

"I don't pretend to understand what's going on here.  I just got back 
from trying to find my husband.  He's not where he's supposed to be, 
his mother doesn't know me, he's m-married to someone else..."  Ranma 
bit her lip, hard, the pain focusing her mind.  "I am eight months 
pregnant and the father of my child doesn't remember me.  *That's* who 
I am."

Akane stared into Ranma's eyes.  Finally, her face softened.  She 
stepped back slightly.  "Come on in."

Ranma tried not to feel angry about being invited into her own home. 
 She followed Akane down the path.

They entered the house.  As they sat at the dining room table, Ranma 
idly noted that it had been cleared of the dinner she'd prepared.

Akane sighed, and Ranma could hear a hint of desperation in it. 
 "What's going on?"

Ranma couldn't prevent a growl.  "Hell if I know.  Can we talk about... 
what our relationship is?  Talk calmly about it?"

A very similar growl came from Akane's throat.  "Okay.  Not much to 
tell.  We got married.  I'm pregnant with our second child."

"When did we get married?"

"Right before our senior year."

"In high school?"

"Of course high school.  You never went to college."

"Never-"  Ranma broke off, stunned.  Her college years were precious to 
her.  Despite how painful the first year had been, the last three years 
had seen her finally grow into her own person, had seen her finally 
come to grips with who she was, and who she wanted to be.  She had made 
many friends, grown in self-confidence, and discovered a love of 
teaching.  So much of what was good in her life had come out of her 
experiences in college.

Not the least of which was her husband and child.  Children.

Ranma drew a deep breath and tried to get her brain to work.  "Okay. 
 Question.  Was I a woman when we got married?"

Akane looked surprised and slightly disgusted.  "No, of course not."

"What about Herb?"

"Who?"

Ranma's eyebrows shot up.  "The guy who froze me in female form."

"Oh, *him*."  Her eyes widened.  "Are you saying...?"

"How long do you think I was stuck as a woman?"

Akane frowned.  "About a week."

"Wow."  The baby stirred violently inside of her, evidently as 
perturbed as she was.

A week.  And then the restriction lifted.  How different life would 
have been if that had been the case.  No months and months of searching 
for a cure.  No exquisitely painful discussions of the engagement, of 
the future.  No years spent adjusting, being alone, struggling day to 
day to find a reason to go on.

My God.  How much things would have changed.  Ranma's head swam with 
the visions of a life without the pain of losing Akane.

"Ranma."  She looked up to see Akane looking at her with concern.  "Are 
you all right?"

And suddenly, Ranma's vision shifted.  With perfect clarity, she could 
see Akane as her wife, as someone she'd spent her whole adult life 
loving, and it was wonderful.  Ranma's breath caught with the beauty of 
it.  Of Akane.

Ranma forced her eyes closed and put her hand on her belly again.  She 
thought of Kentaro, and her love for him came surging through.  While 
life after Herb had been extraordinarily difficult, it had allowed her 
to come to know an extraordinary person.  An understanding, loving, 
patient man who had given her a sense of stability, of control.  Who 
had been the perfect yin for her yang.  Or vice versa.

Ranma smiled slightly and opened her eyes, the knowledge of her 
ten-year relationship with Kentaro firmly in her mind.  Now Akane 
looked like a good friend, and Ranma had no regrets.

"Well, okay, we've got something to work on.  My memory says that I was 
stuck as a woman for six years."

"Six years?!"  Akane looked flabbergasted.

This made Ranma annoyed for some reason.  "Yeah, six years.  And it 
sure wasn't fun.  Especially at first."

Akane's eyes were still wide.  "Wow.  I guess so.  That was when we had 
that conversation on the roof you were talking about?"

Ranma nodded grimly.

Akane shook her head.  "So what happened?  What changed things?"

"Akane, how many times do I have to tell you I don't know?  I don't 
want things to be like this, either."

Anger began to cloud Akane's features.  "You want us not to be married? 
 For Nouma not to exist?"

Ranma slapped that table.  "Dammit, Akane, let's *not* go there."  She 
rubbed her eyes.  "Damn, I'm tired.  Can we just go to sleep and talk 
things over in the morning?"

Akane glared at her for a moment, then visibly calmed herself.  "Okay."

Ranma nodded and got up from the table.  She went upstairs to the 
bedroom.  She spent several minutes staring at the subtle differences 
in the decor, examining the pictures of her and Akane and Nouma. 
 Finally, she put together her bath things - those seemed pretty much 
the same - and went to take a bath.

It was clear that Akane was already soaking in the tub.  Ranma stood in 
the changing area, considering, before calling out.  "Do you mind if I 
wash up?"

Silence for a moment.  "Go ahead."

Ranma nodded, stripped, entered the bath area, glanced at Akane, 
carefully sat on the stool, and washed herself thoroughly.  She dumped 
cold water over her head, shivering under the impact.  "Cold."

Akane chuckled.  Ranma looked over at her, surprised.  Akane smiled. 
 "Some things are different, but some things are the same.  Among them 
are the tendency to comment out loud about the temperature of the 
water."

Ranma grinned.  She stood up and walked over towards the tub.

Akane's smile vanished.  "Ranma!"

Ranma, about to enter the tub, paused and stared at her.  "What?"

"The tub!  I've filled it with hot water."

Ranma chuckled.  "Not to worry."  She slipped into the tub, relaxing 
against the side.  She blew out a lot of her tension with a deep sigh.

Akane, on the other hand, seemed a little strung out.  "H-how is that 
possible?"

"Hmm?"  Ranma looked over at her.  "The hot water thing?"

Akane nodded.

"Well, when Kentaro - my husband - and I decided to have another baby, 
we didn't want to go through all the hassle of my first pregnancy. 
 That was unplanned.  So I went to China and found Herb and the Musk 
Dynasty.  I snuck in, grabbed the Chisuiton and quickly used it on 
myself before running away.  It was a fun adventure."

Akane still sounded unconvinced.  "So you're going to be a woman 
forever?"

"No."  Ranma frowned at the vehemence in her own voice.  She mentally 
shrugged and moved on.  "I already have the Kasuifuu.  Once I've given 
birth, I can use it to unlock the curse again."

"Oh."  Akane sounded uncertain.  "So you still want to be a man once in 
a while?"

"Yeah."  Ranma shifted uncomfortably.  "I don't know if you can 
understand this, Akane, but I'm not a man anymore.  Or a woman.  I'm 
just me, and as fluid - er, no pun intended - as my gender is, I don't 
have much of a gender identity.  I spend a lot of time as a woman 'cuz 
that's how I met Kentaro, and that's the kind of relationship we've 
built.  But that don't make me any less of a man, in my opinion."

"Hmm."  The sound was a thoughtful one.  "That sounds so strange.  I 
just can't imagine my husband ever being pregnant."

Ranma had a brief vision of Kentaro female and pregnant, and laughed. 
 "Yeah.  That would be strange."

Silence for a while as they soaked in the tub.

"So, Ranma, what do we do now?"

"I dunno.  I want to take some time to recover, to try and approach 
this calmly and rationally.  Trust me, I've had some experience dealing 
with problems that had no apparent solution.  We'll adjust, one way or 
another."

More silence.

"Are you saying we should prepare to accept the fact that this might be 
forever?"

"Well, we shouldn't try to pretend that it's not a possibility."

"That sounds so... cynical."

"Sometimes being cynical can save you a lot of pain.  But we're not 
there yet.  Let's talk about it tomorrow and go from there."

"Oh God, I miss my husband."

"Me too."

---

Ranma snapped awake.  He looked around, trying to figure out why he was 
so troubled.  As he recognized the guest room, he realized why that 
might be.

He got up and wandered down to his bedroom.  Or what should have been 
his bedroom.  This was all so confusing.  He paused a moment, then 
knocked on the door.  He got no reply, so he entered.

The bed was empty; Kentaro must be up already.  Ranma went over to the 
closet and pulled out a gi.  He also spent a minute going through "his" 
clothing.  It was surprisingly similar.  In his universe, he had opted 
for clothes that wouldn't look out of place on either gender.  This 
Ranma evidently believed the same thing.  There were some differences; 
this Ranma had a dress.  And bras.

Ranma fingered the bras, frowning.  Evidently this Ranma had bigger 
breasts than he did.  He felt a strange twinge of jealousy that he 
tried his best to ignore.  Then he realized - this Ranma was pregnant. 
 Akane was had once complained to him how heavy and uncomfortable her 
breasts were just before giving birth.  Ranma could understand why his 
counterpart might want some support during this time.

He put on his gi and went outside to the dojo.  Kentaro was already 
there, working out.  He looked at Ranma, smiling almost involuntarily 
before sobering.  "Good morning."

"Morning."  Ranma bowed and entered the dojo.  "So you know the School, 
eh?"

"Yes.  Although you've told me that I'm never going to be any good at 
it.  You've got high hopes for Kyoko, however."

Kyoko.  Ranma frowned, wondering about whether or not it was acceptable 
for the heir to the School to be female.  Certainly Genma would never 
go for it.  Then again, his counterpart was mostly female and ran the 
school.  Ranma should really know better than to think that being 
female meant you couldn't run a school.

Ranma filed the thought away for future consideration.  He began a 
kata, watching discretely as Kentaro continued his workout.  It was 
obvious that Kentaro had indeed been trained in the School.

When Kentaro finished and grabbed a towel to dry off the sweat, Ranma 
stopped his kata.  "You know, you're not entirely awful."

Kentaro smiled.  "High praise.  Thanks."  His smile faded.  "I have to 
go to work.  What are your plans?"

Ranma grimaced.  "Don't really got any.  For now, I'll take care of 
your daughter while you're at work."

Kentaro looked relieved.  "That seems like a good plan.  Thanks."

Kyoko ran up to the dojo door, bowed hastily, and ran inside. 
 "G'morning, Daddy!  G'morning, Mommy!"  She began some stretching 
exercises that Ranma recognized as being of the School.

"Good morning, Kyoko.  Remember, though, this isn't your mother."

Ranma shuffled his feet.  "She can call me Mommy if she wants.  Less 
confusion that way."

Kentaro stared into his eyes a moment, and once again Ranma could see 
desire and pain mixed together.  Then Kentaro turned and left.

Kyoko finished her warm-up and bounded over to him.  "Mommy, are you 
going to tell me what happened to the new baby?"

Ranma's heart lurched a little.  "Uh, yes.  I promise.  Just not right 
now.  Maybe after school."

"Okay."  She bowed to him, then dropped into a ready position.

Ranma couldn't help chuckling.  She was as eager as Nouma.  He bowed to 
the daughter he never had and began working out with her.  Still, he 
couldn't quite expunge the self-disgust.  He'd never marry a guy. 
 Never.

But then, *he* hadn't.  It had been some other Ranma, someone whose 
psyche obviously got all screwed up.  Nothing Ranma should feel bad 
about.

Feeling a bit of relief, he focused on training Kyoko.

---

Ranma snapped awake.  She shook her head slightly, trying to figure out 
what was bothering her.

"What's wrong, Ranma?"

She turned to see Akane lying next to her, her face still blurry with 
sleep.  Ranma's gaze moved down Akane's body to the distended belly, so 
similar to her own.

Ranma's heart sank.  She'd been vaguely hoping that all she'd have to 
do was go to sleep and wake up and it would all be better.  No such 
luck.

"Nothing."  She rolled off the bed, glad that Akane had insisted she 
sleep there.  The mattress was just what her back needed; the hotel 
beds in Australia had been quite uncomfortable.

She wandered over to the closet and rummaged through the clothing. 
 Somewhat similar to hers, actually.  Except that the half of the 
closet usually filled with Kentaro's clothes hung with Akane's instead. 
 Ranma lightly ran her hand over them, for the moment overwhelmed by 
difference.  Then she noticed a bra, and grabbed it.  "Hey, Akane, can 
I use this?"

Akane was sitting on the edge of the bed, swallowing heavily. 
 Evidently she still had morning sickness.  Ranma had gotten over that 
a couple of months back; she sympathized with Akane.  Akane lifted her 
head, widened her eyes slightly, then nodded.

Ranma grabbed a gi as well and changed.  She went downstairs and into 
the dojo, where Nouma was waiting.

Ranma frowned, wondering about it all.  A son.  Akane's son, and her 
son.  They shouldn't be the same person.

Ranma felt her resolve firming up.  Nouma didn't deserve to be the 
target of any uncertainty on Ranma's part.  Until things got 
straightened out, Nouma *was* her son.  No use denying him.

"Hey, kid."  She smiled widely.  "Ready to work out?"

"Yes."  Nouma eyed her stomach thoughtfully.  "Can you still work out 
like that?"

Ranma chuckled.  "I can still beat you up, Nouma.  Let's begin with the 
morning kata, and then we'll train a little on how to overcome certain 
hardships in fighting.  Maybe I'll strap a brick on your back and we'll 
see how you can alter your attacks to compensate."

Nouma's eyes shone.  "Neat!"  He began the kata, and Ranma joined him.

And her mind raced.  As much as she might come to like Nouma, she had 
her own daughter out there, somewhere, and she would do everything she 
could to get her back.

---

Ranma waited.  No response was forthcoming.  He gently prompted, "Do 
you understand, Kyoko-chan?"

Kyoko, in a gesture achingly similar to Nouma, had a finger alongside 
her nose as she thought.  "So you switched places with my mommy, and 
even though you look like her and everything, you're not really her, 
and the baby is with her wherever she is?"

Ranma nodded.

Kyoko frowned.  "When will Mommy be coming home?"

Good question.  "Soon.  Soon, I hope."

"You hope."  Her voice seemed to indicate that she understood what 
those words really meant.

Ranma reached out and put his hand on her hair.  "In the meantime, I'll 
be your substitute Mommy.  If you'll let me."

The eyes of a six-year-old are frightening when they look serious, 
Ranma decided.  Kyoko's cool regard twisted his stomach.

Finally she smiled.  "Okay, substitute Mommy.  Just so you promise not 
to give up on my real Mommy."

Ranma quirked his mouth.  "I promise.  Believe me."

"Okay!"  She jumped to her feet.  "Let's fight!"

He couldn't help it.  He snorted and laughed.  "You mean work the 
forms?"

"Nonono, I mean fight!  You're the little girl in trouble, and I come 
rescue you and beat up the awful boy who's kidnapped you!"

Ranma laughed again.  "Does that mean what I think it means?"

Kyoko laughed and pulled him down the hallway.  "We haven't played it 
since you got pregnant.  C'mon, Mommy.  The water pistols are in the 
kitchen."

---

Ranma wandered around, frowning.  Everything looked right, but 
something was out of place, and she couldn't figure it out.  There was 
something... off.

"What's wrong, dear?"

She whirled and smiled at Kentaro.  "Nothing."  She took a step closer 
to him.  Or, more accurately, took a step towards him.  For some 
reason, he ended up farther away.  Ranma frowned and took another step, 
and saw him recede even further.

"Kentaro!"  She ran as fast as she could towards the ever-dwindling 
figure.

"Scary, isn't it?"

Ranma stumbled to a halt and looked at Akane.  A pregnant Akane. 
 "What?"

"Scary, that he's gone.  You should have chosen me while you had the 
chance."  Akane turned and walked towards the infinitesimal speck that 
was Kentaro.  As she approached him, she became less pregnant and 
Kentaro grew larger.  Finally, Akane stepped up to him and turned to 
face Ranma, as slim as she had been when she was sixteen.  "You don't 
mind if I take him, do you?"  She put her arm around him and smiled.

Kentaro put his arm around Akane's shoulders.  "Sorry, Ranma.  You left 
and took our baby with you.  But you left me Akane.  I mean, you had an 
affair with her, why can't I?  Seems only fair."

"N.  N."  She wanted to scream, she wanted desperately to scream, but 
only half-formed sounds escaped her lips.

"Akane... where are you, Akane?"

Ranma felt the world slipping away.  But that voice... it sounded 
familiar.  It wasn't Kentaro and it wasn't Akane.  It was somebody, 
somebody she thought she should know, and he sounded as desperate as 
she felt.

She tried to focus on the voice, but woke up instead.

Ranma stared at the ceiling, cursing her over-imaginative psyche.  The 
details of the dream were slipping away, leaving behind only feelings 
of pain and betrayal.  And a voice crying out.

She sighed and carefully got herself out of bed.  Her back twinged, and 
she gasped slightly.

"What was your first time like?"

Ranma could hardly believe her ears.  She looked over her shoulder at 
Akane, still lying in bed.  "What?"

"Your first child... was the birth difficult?"

Ranma relaxed.  "I... it's hard to describe.  I mean, there weren't any 
major complications.  My OB/GYN was a little concerned because of how 
short I am and how narrow my hips are for a woman.  He was standing by 
to do a Caesarian all during the birth.  But it worked out okay.  But 
it took a long time."

"How long?"

"I think about six hours."

Akane chuckled.  "That's how long it took me with Nouma.  But that's 
nothing, really.  Kasumi was thirty-six hours with Kikuko."

Ranma blinked.  "Kasumi has a daughter named Kikuko?"

"Yes."

"Wow.  Same where I come from.  Strange about which things are still 
the same."

"Ranma."  Akane's voice was quiet and curious.  "How was it that you... 
decided to have a baby?  Your first one, I mean."

Ranma frowned.  "Why do you ask?"

Akane lifted herself so that she was sitting up on the pillows.  "I'm 
just... trying to get a picture.  Of you.  I can't imagine Ranma *ever* 
deciding to have a baby.  I just want to understand."

"Hmm."  Ranma didn't know what to make of that.  She shrugged.  "Well, 
the first time was an accident."

"An accident?"  Akane sounded incredulous.

"Yeah."  Ranma tried to fight off the strange uneasiness that was 
growing in her mind.  "I don't know how long - if ever - I might have 
gone before volunteering for the job of mother."

She turned so that she was looking at Akane face on.  "But I'm not 
sorry it happened.  I love Kyoko very much, and I'm glad she was born 
and I'm glad I gave birth to her."  She paused a beat.  "I'm glad that 
I'm her mother."

Akane looked down.  "I'm sorry, Ranma.  I didn't mean to imply... I... 
my Ranma loves his son, too.  He was so excited when I told him I was 
pregnant again.  He's a good... parent."

That mollified Ranma a lot.  "Good."  She smiled.  "You wanna know 
something?  You helped.  You helped me decide to keep the baby, when I 
was unsure if being a mother was what I wanted to do."

"Really?"  Akane thought that over.  "I... it's so hard to imagine what 
I must be like in that world you come from."

"You're pretty much the same.  Warm, kind, friendly, tempestuous, 
uncute as hell..."

"Hey!"  Akane tried to glower, but it turned into a grin.  "And you 
still can't decide when to keep your mouth shut."

"Always been a problem," Ranma agreed, smiling in return.

Akane tilted her head.  "Am I married in your world?"

"Not yet, but you're engaged."

"Really?  To who?"  She raised her hands.  "Never mind, I don't want to 
know.  It's probably somebody like Ryoga, and I'd have to spend all my 
time here staring at him, wondering what it would be like to be married 
to him, until it drove me crazy."

Wicked amusement arose in Ranma.  "No.  It's not Ryoga."

"That's a relief."  Akane's smile dimmed.  "Any ideas on how to get 
back yet?"

Ranma chewed her lip.  "I may be coming up with one.  Let me sleep on 
it one more night."

The hope that lit up Akane's face was almost painful to see.  "You can 
switch back?"

"I dunno, Akane.  Don't get too excited.  It may be nothing."  Ranma 
turned away from Akane.  "Trust me.  It'll only hurt worse if it turns 
out to be nothing."

Akane's voice was sad.  "I'm sorry again, Ranma.  Didn't mean to put 
that kind of pressure on you.  I know you're trying your best."

"No need to apologize, Akane."  Ranma put her hand on her belly.  "I 
know what this means to you.  We'll all do our best."

---

Ranma reached down and tickled the bottom of Kyoko's feet.  Kyoko 
shrieked in laughter and began kicking violently, squirming at the same 
time.  Ranma relaxed her scissors hold slightly, allowing Kyoko to 
escape.  Kyoko scuttled away, still laughing, before bouncing to her 
feet and turning to face Ranma again.

Her eyes looked beyond Ranma, and her face lit up even more.  "Hi 
Daddy!"

Ranma looked over her shoulder.  Standing in the doorway was Kentaro, 
watching with a slightly pained, slightly wistful look on his face. 
 Ranma glanced at the water pistols lying in the center of the dojo, 
knowing that both of them were empty.

Kyoko, meantime, ran over and hugged Ranma around the neck, looking 
over her shoulder at Kentaro.  "I played with Mommy today and it was 
fun!  Do you wanna play, Daddy?"

Ranma met Kentaro's gaze, and saw a flicker of desire in  his eyes that 
made her slightly nauseous.  "I'm your pretend Mommy, Kyoko.  Don't 
forget."

"Pretend Mommy."  Kyoko said it like it was an unimportant distinction. 
 "Wanna play with my real Daddy?"

"It's nearly time for dinner, Kyoko."  Kentaro smiled apologetically at 
his daughter.  "If you get yourself nice and clean, we'll order pizza."

"Yay!"  Kyoko jumped from foot to foot.  "Olives and 'roni!  Olives and 
'roni!"

Kentaro's voice was amused and affectionate.  "Of course."

Kyoko ran from the dojo, pausing only briefly to sketch a bow at the 
center.

Ranma slowly got to her feet.  She wished Kentaro would go away, but he 
just stood there watching her every move.  What she wouldn't do for a 
tea kettle right now.  "Uh, so, like, how was your day?"

Kentaro was silent for a moment.  "It was fine.  I had a surgery that 
had unexpected complications, but we were able to deal with them."

"Uh, that's good."  Ranma flicked her eyes around the room, looking for 
an escape.

Swallowing, Kentaro stepped back from the door.  "I'll go order the 
pizza."

"You do that," she said with more relief than she meant to show.

Kentaro looked at her for a few more seconds, then walked off.

Ranma waited until he was well away, then ran into the house.  She 
bolted into the bathroom and nearly ran over Kyoko who was just 
leaving.  Ranma picked her up so that she wouldn't fall down.  She 
ended up staring straight ahead into Kyoko's eyes.

Kyoko seemed unexpectedly somber.  "Are you going to change?"

"Yup."  The answer slipped out before she could think about it.  "I, 
er, like to be myself as much as possible."

Kyoko turned her mouth down.  "I like you better as a girl.  You're 
more like Mommy that way.  Daddy likes you better, too."

"I don't care-"  This time, Ranma was able to choke off the words. 
 "Kyoko-chan, I... I am not the... person that your father married.  I 
don't want him to... to think that I... I would ever... take your 
mother's place."

"That's nice, I guess."  Kyoko pushed herself out of Ranma's grip and 
left the bathroom.

Shaking her head, Ranma took off her gi.  She sat on the stool and 
quickly and efficiently cleaned off the sweat of the afternoon's play. 
 She then filled the bucket with warm water and held it over her head.

Kyoko's eyes seemed to stare right through her.

Swearing, Ranma lowered the bucket and dumped it into the drain.  She 
put on a robe and went to Kentaro's bedroom.  She found some simple 
clothes in the closet and put them on.  She then wandered slowly 
towards the dining room.

The smell of pizza made her mouth water almost in spite of itself.  She 
stepped inside the room and sat at the table.

Kentaro looked over at her, his eyes widening almost comically.  Using 
all of her willpower, Ranma lifted a corner of her mouth before 
reaching out to help herself to the pizza.

Her eyes stole over to Kyoko, who was grinning in understanding well 
beyond her six years.  Ranma grinned back at her, feeling some of her 
tension leaving her.

Dinner was good.

---

Ranma wandered around the yard as best she could, faintly bored.  She 
absolutely hated this part of her pregnancy.  No leaping about, no 
extended workouts, no smashing things just for the heck of it.  At 
least it was better than her last pregnancy, when she had been chained 
to the Tendo home from which all warm liquids had been banished.

She ran through her options again.  No Cologne - this universe's 
version of the ancient Amazon had turned out to be quite 
single-mindedly obsessed with Ranma's engagement.  Which was too bad - 
the Cologne from her universe had been quite sympathetic, and had done 
all she could to try and get Ranma cured.  When all had failed, they 
had parted on good terms.  Shampoo had not taken it well, varying 
between teary-eyed pining and irrational bouts of anger.  In the end, 
she had bade Ranma a formal farewell and freed her from both the bond 
of marriage and sentence of death.

Ranma lowered herself on a large rock next to the pond and considered 
that.  Shampoo.  In this universe she had assumed Cologne's position 
and power, and was also a force in the Chinese government.  Perhaps she 
had access to knowledge that might be useful.  It was a long shot, but 
one worth pursuing.

A twinge in her back made her grimace and stand up.  She just couldn't 
wait for this to be over.

A sudden cold fear washed over her.  Somehow, she *knew* that giving 
birth in this universe would be a disaster.  She didn't know why, 
exactly.  Akane had spoken of a sense of danger that her husband seemed 
to possess.  Ranma wondered if the magic of this universe had passed 
that same sense on to her.  Whatever the source, she knew she had 
precious little time to figure out a way home, or her child's life 
would be in jeopardy.

Something made her turn to look at the porch.  A woman was standing 
there, regarding her coolly.  Ranma smiled and took a step forward. 
 "Mom."  She stopped, her smile fading, suddenly realizing that this 
wasn't *her* mother.  *Her* mother had needed years to get used to the 
idea of Ranma choosing to live mostly as a woman.  *Her* mother had 
been violently opposed to her relationship with Kentaro; Ranma would 
never forget the tearful, angry fight they'd had the first time they'd 
been alone together after she'd found out about Ranma's curse.  *Her* 
mother had finally rejected Ranma as the son she'd born, and had recast 
her as her daughter, unable to deal with Ranma's choices any other way. 
 This only after years and years, and only after terrible misery all 
around.

*This* woman had a faithful son who'd married the woman chosen for him. 
 A son that sometimes turned into a woman but who never stopped acting 
manly even then.  This woman had a son she was quite proud of. 
 Certainly not one who would ever get so obviously pregnant.

Ranma swallowed and tried again.  "Saotome Nodoka-san.  I am honored by 
your unexpected visit."

Nodoka looked harshly at her, then sighed and turned away.  "I told you 
this would be a bad idea."

"If you want our son back, we need to help her as much as possible." 
 Genma stepped out into the porch.  "Please forgive me, I do not know 
your name."

Ranma quirked a smile.  "Tendo Ranma.  Same as your son."

"Indeed?"  Genma's face was as impassive as her father's usually was. 
 "You married a man with that same last name?"

"No."  She looked at Nodoka, who was still turned to the side.  "When 
Akane and I approached my mother and indicated to her that a marriage 
between us was not what we wanted, she was quite upset.  It was 
important to her that the Saotome and Tendo lines be joined, as was 
promised years ago.  We finally reached a compromise: that I be adopted 
by the Tendo clan and adopt their name, even in marriage.  I run the 
school under the Tendo name.  When I choose an heir and pass the dojo 
onto them, they must also adopt the Tendo name.  In that way do we 
honor the commitment my father made.  Both of my fathers."

Nodoka didn't move.  Genma placed a hand on her shoulder while speaking 
to Ranma.  "Honor is important to you, then."

Ranma straightened as best she could and spoke in a calm, clear voice. 
 "Honor is my life.  My parents taught that to me."

Nodoka finally shot a look at her, a suspicious, appraising look. 
 Ranma returned it evenly, wanting very badly to have this woman's 
respect.  Her mother's respect, no matter what damn universe this was.

Nodoka finally sighed.  "When are your wife - I'm sorry, my 
daughter-in-law - and my grandson due home?"

"Akane will be home at about six.  Nouma will be here right after 
school; he should be here any minute."

"Yay!"  A girl stepped out from where she'd apparently been hiding 
behind Genma.  Ranma knew that it wasn't Kyoko, but there were traces 
of similarities, enough to squeeze Ranma's heart at the sight of her. 
 The girl pulled on Genma's pants.  "Can Nouma 'n I play in the dojo, 
Father?"

Genma put his hand on her head and smiled.  "Does that mean you want 
him to teach you the Art?"

"Yuck!"  The girl stuck out her tongue.  "I just like to see him do all 
that silly jumping and kicking stuff.  Sometimes he falls and then I 
get to laugh at him."

"Yes, dear."  Nodoka smoothly cut off the girl before she could say 
more.  "When your nephew gets here, you can play with him in the dojo."

The girl smiled.  "Thank you, Mother."

Ranma felt like someone had just hit her over the head with a very 
large hammer.  "Mother?  Father?"

Nodoka nodded, studying her intently.  "Ranko is my son's sister."

"Ranko."  Numbly, Ranma studied the girl.  Ranko studied her right 
back, clutching Genma's leg.

Her sister.  Her mother and father had had another child.  A sister. 
 They'd named her Ranko.

Ranma approached Ranko as if in a dream.  Ranko shrunk back slightly 
but kept her gaze on Ranma.  Ranma fell to her knees a couple of feet 
from her, nearly falling over in the process.  Concern flitted across 
Ranko's face before returning to wariness.

"Ranko."  She didn't know what to say.  "You know, your mother called 
me that for a while."

Ranko nodded.

"I... I hated hiding from her.  I hated lying to her.  But... but I 
loved having her attention.  I loved it when she smiled at me and 
watched over me.  Even when she thought I'd been born a girl, even when 
she made me dress in girl's clothing and chastised me for not acting 
more feminine, I loved her.  I wanted to be her son, more than anything 
I wanted to be her son, but if it was a choice between being Ranko and 
being nobody, I'd've been Ranko all my life."

Ranko looked down at her belly.  "But you're a girl.  Are you Ranko 
now?"

"No."  Ranma shook her head firmly.  "Ranko was a lie, and I had to 
stop lying to my mother.  I'm Ranma, I will always be Ranma.  But I'm 
glad there's still a Ranko.  I know my mother liked Ranko, and it makes 
my heart feel good that somewhere there still is a Ranko that she 
loves."

Ranko released Genma's leg and looked more closely at her face.  "You 
kinda look like my brother, 'cept your tummy's big and your hair's 
black as a girl and it's longer."

Ranma smiled nervously.  "Except for those things, and some other 
stuff, I'm exactly like your brother."

Ranko was on the verge of more questions when the sound of the front 
door opening drifted down the hallway.  Ranko brightened, turned, and 
ran.  "Nouma!  Nouma!"  Her shout was met by a welcoming shout.

Ranma rubbed her eyes, finding them surprisingly wet.  She sighed and 
tried to regain her feet.  Genma reached down and lifted her.  She 
looked into his eyes and smiled.  "Thank you, Pop.  Uh, Genma-san."

"Pop will do."  Genma let slip a small smile.  He looked over at 
Nodoka.  "Shall we help Ranma?"

Nodoka spoke in a small, soft voice.  "Yes.  Let us do everything we 
can to help this young woman return home."

Ranma looked at her uncertainly, unsure how to take that.  Nodoka 
smiled and reached out to touch Ranma's cheek.  Then she turned to 
enter the house, followed by Genma and Ranma.

Ranma closed her eyes briefly and smiled, finding tremendous comfort in 
the presence of her parents.

---

Ranma screamed and jumped out of his bed.  He looked wildly around, 
expecting to be attacked by something.  It took him a moment to realize 
that the nightmare was over, and in that moment he forgot what it was 
he'd been so terrified of.

All he was left with was an image of a pregnant woman reaching out to 
him.  And though he felt like that woman *should* be Akane, he was 
somehow certain it wasn't.

He calmed the beating of his heart with an effort.  He looked at the 
lightening sky, and decided now was as good as any a time to get up.

As he was leaving the guest room, he stepped on a piece of paper.  He 
frowned and picked it up.  He held it at an angle so that the pre-dawn 
light fell on it.  The note was from Kentaro, who had evidently been 
paged and was at the hospital.  Ranma was being asked to look after 
Kyoko in the meantime.

Ranma grimaced.  One annoying thing about Kentaro's job was that he was 
often called away with little warning, and Ranma was left behind to 
take care of things.  All the while, he needed to do some research, try 
to figure out what had happened and why.  But he couldn't do it and 
leave Kyoko alone.

Somewhere, an annoying part of his brain talked to him about irony.  He 
hated that part of his mind.  It took a lot of the fun out of life 
sometimes.

He went downstairs and padded to the kitchen to prepare himself some 
tea before his workout.  He wanted a moment alone to think.

He didn't get it.  Somebody was opening the front door.  Ranma frowned. 
 It wasn't Kentaro; he was already familiar with the sounds he made. 
 Whoever it was knew the layout of the house, and was walking along the 
hallway in smooth, sure steps.  Ranma ran through a list of likely 
suspects before calling out, "I'm in the kitchen, Nabiki."

The steps paused a moment, then moved towards him.  Nabiki was looking 
at him thoughtfully.  "Do you have telepathy where you come from or 
just super-keen senses?"

Ranma shrugged.  "Neither really.  Who else could it be?"

"Akane?"

"No.  I know what she sounds like when she's moving through the house."

"Oh.  Kasumi?"

"Nuh-uh.  She'd knock first.  Common courtesy and all that."

Nabiki grunted.  "Tactful as ever."

Ranma lifted a corner of his mouth.  "Same as you.  What're you doing 
here?"

She gazed at him.  "Kentaro called me.  The hospital's been keeping him 
busier than usual, and he knows that you need some freedom to figure 
out your little problem, so he asked if I could look in on Kyoko for 
the day."

Ranma raised his eyebrows.  "Hey.  That was actually pretty considerate 
of him."

"He does stuff like that a lot.  Makes you want to gag sometimes."

Ranma grinned.  "I take it you're not exactly enamored of him."

"Oh, I like him just fine.  You and he get along famously.  He's just a 
little too saintly for my tastes."

Now Ranma laughed.  "Yeah.  I've seen your tastes.  Saintly doesn't 
exactly describe Kuno."

Nabiki froze.  "What.  Did.  You.  Just.  Say?"

Ranma raised his eyebrows.  "You mean you're not married to Kuno?"

"Kuno.  Kuno Tatewaki, you're talking about."

Ranma was enjoying this more and more.  "Kuno Tatewaki.  Your husband. 
 You had your first kid not too long ago."

"Kuno."  Nabiki had still moved nothing but her lips.  "The obsessive 
pompous bokken-weilding samurai-wannabe airhead that I milked for every 
yen he was worth."

"Your one true love."

"You're lying."

"Do I look like I'm lying?  You once told me that I was a horrible 
liar, that you could always see right through me."

Nabiki stared at him for a long moment.  Finally, she spoke.  "Thank 
God I don't live in your world, Ranma."

Ranma shrugged.  "You seem happy enough."

"Happy?!"  Nabiki but the heels of her hands on her forehead.  "How can 
I be happy married to *Kuno*?  Good God, I must be as insane as he is 
in that universe."

Ranma finally got a little irritated.  "Hey, knock it off.  You *are* 
happy.  So's Kuno.  He's gotten a lot better since high school.  Seems 
like an okay guy.  Hell, he saved me and Akane from Kodachi."  He 
looked Nabiki in the eye.  "And you don't seem at all different from 
the Nabiki I know.  And that includes the inability to see that people 
don't always act like jerks, that sometimes they can be nice and 
everything.  If you'd only give them a chance."

Nabiki stared at him some more between her elbows.  Finally, she closed 
her eyes and rubbed her cheeks.  "That tea smells good."

"Here."  Ranma grabbed a second cup and poured her some tea.

She took it while looking at him.  "Kuno, you say."

He nodded.  "Are you married?"

"Was once."  She sipped her tea.

Ranma started slightly.  "Damn.  I keep forgetting that everyone's 
eight years older here.  Uh, anyway, sorry about the divorce."

"Don't be.  I'm not.  Only sorry about the marriage."

"Any children?"

"Yes.  No.  Or were you talking about his maturity level?"

Ranma laughed once.  "Anyway, thanks for coming over."

She fixed him with a steely, appraising gaze.  "I had planned to 
interrogate you about who you really were.  I was convinced you were 
some magical creature or something that was trying to take Ranma's 
place and had put a spell on Kentaro."

"Oh, yeah?"  Ranma chortled.  "Well, that ain't any crazier than some 
of the stuff I've already come across.  Go ahead.  Interrogate away."

"No need."  She took another sip of her tea.  "You *are* Ranma.  I got 
to know him - her - very well.  You're younger and not as well-educated 
and a bit less mature in some ways, but you're still Ranma."  She 
quirked a corner of her mouth.  "You were the Ranma we were expecting 
to graduate from college.  I wonder how the story would have went if it 
had been."

"Don't you already have your answer?"

"Maybe."  She gestured to the door with her head.  "Go do your workout 
thing or whatever you have to do, then go do whatever it take to find a 
way back to where you came from.  I'll take care of things here."

He grinned.  "Thanks, Nabiki.  Something else you have in common with 
my Nabiki is this tendency to do these nice things and then get 
embarrassed about it whenever anyone mentions it."

She flushed just to prove the point.  She hefted her teacup.  "Get out 
before I throw this at you."

Laughing, he moved towards the hallway.  He stopped at the door.  "Oh, 
I promised Kyoko she could go to the park today."

Nabiki lowered her cup.  "Okay.  We'll make a picnic of it."  Her eyes 
lost focus.

Ranma smiled and ventured a guess.  "Be sure to pack plenty of food. 
 If I remember right, I think he loved Kasumi's recipe for seaweed 
sushi."

"Thanks, Ranma."  She started.  "Hey!"

He winked and ducked into the hallway.

---

"Tell me more about these feelings you're getting."

"Kinda strange.  Vague premonitions.  That something bad's going to 
happen unless I can get back to my world before the baby's born."

"Anything more specific than 'something bad'?"

"No.  Akane says stuff like this happens to me - my other self - all 
the time."

"It does."  Genma leaned back from the dining room table.  He clasped 
his hands atop the cloth covering his head and studied the ceiling 
thoughtfully.  "Ranma learned to trust these instincts of his.  I 
believe we should do the same with yours."

Ranma mentally shook her head in disbelief.  It was hard to picture 
this man as her father.  Her father had finally found a measure of 
peace after Ranma's marriage, but there was always a slightly haunted 
look in his eyes, the face of a man who has been over the edge and been 
slowly dragged back.  Her mother and father had seemed to rebuild their 
marriage almost to the point of happiness, although Ranma still had 
trouble telling exactly how her parents felt about each other. 
 Certainly she could never imagine them having another child, even if 
it wasn't already too late for her mother.

This Genma was much more self-assured.  No longer cursed, no longer 
running away from anyone or anything, he'd reinvented himself as a wise 
sensei.  Ranma's heart ached for what her father might have been able 
to achieve, if only.

She looked down at the table and reminded herself that her father had 
stood up for her in the face of her mother's disapproval on several 
occasions.  Not easy to do considering her mother's utter contempt for 
him right after their reunion.  He'd won back her respect, and helped 
her accept Ranma for who she was.  And Ranma loved him for that.

"Can you feel any link to... to my son?  In this other world of yours?"

Ranma shook her head clear of melancholy and looked at Genma again. 
 "No.  That is..."

Genma narrowed his eyes.  "What?"

"Well..."  Ranma considered.  "I've been having... dreams.  And... and 
in them I... I think..."

"You think you might be able to contact him in your dreams?"

"I don't know."  Ranma cracked her knuckles idly.  "It's so hard to 
think clearly in my dreams."

"Indeed."

"I- I might be able to help with that."

Ranma looked up at the dining room door, wondering in passing if anyone 
ever bothered to knock.  The sight of the woman standing in the doorway 
made her jaw drop open.  "Ucchan!"

Ukyo's eyes tightened slightly.  She was staring at Ranma's gravid 
belly in puzzlement.  "You... really are pregnant."

"Yeah."  Ranma tried to remember if anyone had mentioned Ukyo.  She 
wondered how different her history with Ukyo was in this universe. 
 "What about you?  You married?  Any kids?"

"Yes, and not yet but we're trying."  Her eyes lifted to meet Ranma's. 
 In them, Ranma could see curiosity, curiosity to ask questions she 
wasn't sure she wanted hear the answers to.

Ranma wasn't exactly prepared to give them, either.  "So, Ucchan, how 
can you help?"

The eyes tightened again.  "Um... could you not call me that?"

Ranma blinked.  "What?  Ucchan?"

"Yes.  Please."

Ranma spent a minute wondering what lay behind that injunction.  She 
decided to let it pass, not wanting to cause Ukyo any more pain than 
she'd already caused her.  "Sorry.  Won't do it again."

Ukyo tilted her head at him in acknowledgement.  "I know some 
meditation techniques.  Stuff I taught you... your other self.  You 
found them useful."

Genma nodded.  "I, too, found value in them.  My master was not much on 
teaching us these kinds of disciplines.  Still, Ukyo's lessons helped 
me to piece together some of the things Happosai did to increase his 
own powers of concentration.  Perhaps the three of us should practice 
these meditation techniques."

"Sounds good."  Ranma slowly stood up under Ukyo's wide-eyed gaze.  "I 
learned some stuff in Australia, too, that might be applicable."

"First you will eat."  Nodoka came into the room carrying a bowl. 
 "Akane called and said she will be home in a few minutes.  That gives 
you time to clean and set the table.  Round up the children, too. 
 Please dine with us, Ukyo-san."

"Thank you, Saotome-san."  Ukyo bowed her head, then turned to Ranma. 
 "And you... sit down.  Let us handle the other stuff.  I think you 
need to save your energy and it takes too much effort to move around."

Ranma laughed.  "Alright, Uc- Ukyo.  You always were looking out for 
me."  She lowered herself back to the floor and began to clear her mind 
of all the thoughts it wanted to think that weren't exactly relevant at 
the moment.  Not if she wanted to get back home.

---

Ranma lay back on the roof and looked at the stars.  He blew out a 
breath, letting tension go.  For the first time in a long while he was 
intensely glad to be male.  While it had made him feel good to see 
Kentaro truly - well, mostly - relaxed for the first time, he had not 
at all comfortable playing the role of wife.  Let that other Ranma do 
it from now on; Ranma had had his fill for a lifetime.  Several 
lifetimes.

He shook his head again in incredulity.  Married.  To a man.  Never. 
 Never never never.  Just the hint he'd had this evening had creeped 
him out to the max.

It wasn't so bad, something deep in his mind said.  You didn't mind it 
that much.  Otherwise you would never have let Kyoko talk you into it.

Ranma bit down on that thought, hard.  Never.  Not in a million years.

A grunt came from the edge of the roof.  Someone was pulling themselves 
up.  Ranma ran through a list of suspects, and found several likely 
ones.  No more telepathy tricks this time; he'd have to find out the 
hard way.  Whoever it was finally managed to gain the roof and stand 
upright.

Ranma sat up and looked at the shape.  The thin shape, with 
shoulder-length hair in mild disarray after the jump.  The curve of the 
hips, the shape of the shoulders, backlit by the moon.  The stance, 
with arms clasped lightly in the front below the waist.  The face a 
dark blank, but Ranma could trace its features with his fingertips if 
he wanted to.

And every cell in his body wanted to.

"A-Akane?"  He was shaking badly.

"Hello Ranma."  The voice, the beautiful-when-it-wasn't-angry voice, 
raising goosebumps on his arms.

He wanted to fling himself at her, close the space in less than a 
second, hug her and never let go.  He grabbed his knees and held on for 
dear life.  "W-what are you doing here?"

"Seeing if I could help."  She moved forward a little and sat down. 
 Now the moon shone on her face, and the features came into focus.  A 
little older, a little creased around the eyes, but still as lovely as 
ever.

"Help?"  Ranma turned his head violently away.  "You can help by... by 
not being here."

Silence for a while.  "Ranma, I let you send me away once.  You told me 
to go and I went.  To this day I regret that deeply.  I will not make 
that mistake again.  You need help, and I'm going to give it to you 
whether you want it or not."

The calm, dispassionate voice, so different from the Akane he knew, 
helped calm his nerves a little.  He didn't look at her, but oh God, he 
could feel her presence on his skin like electricity.  "I don't know 
what you can do."

"I don't know either.  Let's try to work it out together, okay?"

He took his time answering, trying to bring his raging emotions under 
control.  "Akane, what the hell are you doing here?"

"I'm here to-"

"The truth."

A pause.  "I... I'm getting married in a few weeks."

Ranma snapped his head around.  He'd been told that Akane was engaged, 
but somehow the knowledge was different when coming from her lips. 
 "Married?"

She nodded and squirmed uncomfortably.  "I felt strange hearing that... 
that my other self got married at seventeen, and had a child by 
nineteen.  I'm thirty-two and unmarried.  I... for a long time, I 
was..."

Akane sighed and seemed to pull herself together a little.  She spoke 
in a firmer voice.  "When we broke off our engagement, it was one of 
the most single painful moments of my life, right up there with my 
mother's death.  But at the time it felt like the right thing to do. 
 Yet, after that, I drifted through my life, dating other men but never 
being satisfied with them.  The problem was one of closure.  I was 
profoundly dissatisfied with the way we had ended our relationship." 
 She looked down at her hands and began spinning a gold ring around a 
finger on her left hand.  "And... I was still in love with you.

"Then you got cured, and you could be a man again, but you didn't love 
me anymore.  Another painful realization.  You went back to Kentaro and 
stayed with him.  And I drifted through my life again, still unable to 
expunge my desire for you from my heart and mind."

She stopped playing with her ring and brought her knees to her chest, 
resting her chin on top of them.  "Has anyone told you what happened 
between us about a year or so before you got married?"

Ranma frowned, trying to sort through the many strange stories he'd 
been told, mostly by Kentaro.  None of them seemed to mention Akane 
much.  "No."

Akane spoke in a monotone.  "We had sex one night.  One night after you 
and Kentaro had a fight, you came to my apartment and we... for one 
night, we pretended we loved each other.  For one night, we *did* love 
each other."  Her voice became almost too soft to hear.  "And it was 
wonderful."

Ranma didn't know how to respond.  To hear that his other self had... 
had been... unfaithful, even with Akane... it was unsettling.

Akane smiled slightly at his dumbfounded reaction.  "Don't worry, it 
all worked out for the best.  You and Kentaro got back together, and 
worked a lot of stuff out, and your relationship became stronger than 
ever."

Ranma didn't want to think about that.  "And you?"

"Me?"  The smile left her face.  "I was able to finally realize that 
you would never love me.  Shampoo and Ukyo and Kodachi only took a 
couple of years to realize that.  It took me most of a decade."

She straightened her legs and sat back, supporting herself on her arms. 
 "That, too, worked out for me eventually.  Knowing that I could never 
have your love - not in the way you loved Kentaro - helped me heal.  I 
got over you.  We became dear friends, and I helped you through your 
first pregnancy, which was pretty damn rough on you.  And I was able to 
move on with my life.  I met a man, and for the first time I didn't try 
to compare him to you.  For the first time, he filled an emptiness in 
my heart, rather than trying to force out another spirit."

The words were like knives in Ranma's heart.  He had to remind himself 
over and over again that it wasn't her, it wasn't his wife, it was 
another Akane who deserved to have her own life.  "Do- do you love 
him?"

"Yes.  With all my heart."  She pushed herself up into a cross-legged 
position, leaning forward to study Ranma intently.  "And then, I heard 
from Kentaro about you.  About a Ranma from another world, a world 
where we were married, and had a family.  A world where you loved me. 
 Where *you* loved *me*."  She swallowed.  "I had to know.  I had to 
know how I would react.  What I would feel like in the presence of a 
Ranma who loved me."

Ranma squeezed his eyes shut.  "You had to know if you'd suddenly start 
falling in love with me, knowing that I loved you."

"Yes."  She sounded deeply ashamed.  "I'm sorry, Ranma.  I *do* want to 
help.  I *do* want to be your friend and get you back to the Akane you 
love.  But... I needed to be sure of myself, and this would be the best 
opportunity I'd ever have to test the sincerity of my love for my 
fiance."

Ranma forced his eyes open and looked at Akane.  "And...?"

Akane simply stared at him.  Their eyes met each other's across the 
span of years, and Ranma saw in her the sixteen-year-old he'd met, that 
he'd sparred with on the fateful night.  And, in one brief moment, his 
rationale was swept away by powerful yearnings, and he wanted 
desperately to reach over and kiss her, to mark his stake on her heart 
in case he should be stuck in this universe forever.

He held his breath and fought off the desperate urges.  It wasn't 
right.  It wasn't *her*.  She wasn't his wife.  Nouma wasn't here; 
neither was the child resting in Akane's belly, waiting to be born. 
 Ranma's heart wasn't here, in this universe.  It was somewhere else, 
beating in the minds and souls of his family.

A strange sort of peace calmed him at last.  He felt buoyed by the 
memory of his family, and they gave him the strength to resist all 
temptations, for nothing could possibly surpass the joy he felt in 
their presence.

He looked into Akane's eyes, and found a similar understanding being 
reached in her mind as well.  They smiled at each other, basking in the 
unspoken communication that they had each found in their heart the 
right answer.

Akane was the first to break the spell.  "And I think that we need to 
help get you back home.  How did this come to happen in the first 
place?  Kentaro mentioned a curse of some sort.  Another one, I mean."

Ranma found relief in being able to concentrate on something very 
different from where his mind had been a moment ago.  "Yeah.  A weird 
bug alien thing that cursed me as it was dying."

"How'd you find the 'bug alien thing'?"

"Oh, uh, well, it's kind of a long story.  Short version: I found 
myself in the middle of the Australian desert holding hands with this 
guy while he guided me into a dream state.  It was there I first saw 
it.  It came into our world - the real world, I mean - and did some 
pretty nasty things.  It took a while, but I killed it."

"Hmm."  Akane chewed her lip thoughtfully.  "And this guy, the one who 
helped you attain this dream state.  Who was he?"

"Uh, a kind of priest, wise man, something like that.  He was a Native 
Australian."

Akane nodded.  "Any chance you think there's a guy like him in this 
world?"

"Don't see why there wouldn't be."  Ranma grimaced.  "You're talking 
about me going back to Australia, right?"

"It would seem the logical thing to do.  If anyone knows anything about 
that alien and the kind of magic it wields here, it would be that same 
guy, I think."

"I guess."  Ranma suddenly laughed.  "You know, I sometimes forget how 
smart you are when you want to be."

Akane snorted and punched him in the arm.  "Baka."

His smile faded slightly but did not go away.  "Thank you for not 
letting me send you away."

Akane tilted her head again in acknowledgement, but this time with a 
lopsided grin.  "You're welcome."

---

Ranma breathed slowly and regularly as she stared at the ceiling.  She 
wanted to get this right.

Akane muttered some sleepy protest, along the lines of "put a cork in 
it."  Ranma smiled in spite of herself, and tried to control the volume 
of her breathing exercise.  Three in the morning was not a good time to 
awaken Akane.

The key was in her dreams somewhere, that she was certain.  If she 
entered into her dreamstate with some of the disciplines Ukyo and Genma 
had shown her, she might be able to control it better.  The key had to 
be there somewhere.

"Ranma."

She looked over at Akane.  "Yes?"

"Ranma!"

Akane sounded more desperate.  Ranma frowned.  "What is it?"

"No!  Ranma..."

Ranma realized that Akane's eyes were closed.  And that Akane wasn't 
calling out to her, exactly.

She carefully turned on her side and reached over to caress Akane's 
cheek.  "I'm here," she called softly.  "I'm here for you, like 
always."

"Ranma..."  Akane clutched Ranma's hand tightly, her eyes still closed.

Ranma sighed and made soothing sounds, and knew that she would be doing 
no disciplined dreaming tonight.

---

Ranma struggled, searching.  He heard his name being called in 
desperation.  But he couldn't figure out which direction it was coming 
from.  He was certain it was Akane who was calling for him.  Or Nouma. 
 Or both.  Either way, they needed him desperately, and he had to get 
to them, fast.  But he couldn't, and the anger and frustration built 
until tears came and he was sobbing openly.  Oh God, where are you 
Akane?

He sat bolt upright, gasping for breath, tears still streaming down his 
face.  He glanced wildly around, slowly taking in the desert around 
him.  He wiped his face dry before extricating himself from the 
sleeping bag.  He had work to do.

Ranma shuffled through his backpack and came out with a phone.  He 
frowned at it.  Technology in this world was significantly advanced in 
several areas.  He flipped open the phone and pushed a button.

After a few rings, a voice floated from the receiver.  "Hello?"

"Hey, Kentaro.  Dang, these things are good.  I'd almost guess that you 
were in Australia with me."

Kentaro's voice had a touch of humor.  "No, I'm still stuck in Nerima. 
 How far along are you?"

"I'm almost there.  Probably later today."

"Are you sure these people can help you?"

"I'm not sure of nothin'.  These people probably don't know me at all. 
 But I was able to win their trust in my universe.  Hopefully I can do 
the same here.  'Sides, I got no other leads.  Remember, we agreed this 
seemed the best idea."

"I know.  I just hope...  Well, you know what I hope.  Good luck."

"Thanks.  Say hi to Kyoko for me."

He heard a touch of surprise in Kentaro's voice.  "Okay."

Ranma turned off the phone and put it into his backpack.  He began 
packing the rest of his stuff, his mind racing with how exactly to 
approach the people who'd helped him before.  He wasn't quite sure yet. 
 He'd have half a day to figure something out.

He put on the backpack, turned, and nearly jumped.  A short, dark man 
in jeans and a denim shirt was watching him from the edge of the camp. 
 Ranma hadn't even heard him come up.  And Ranma realized he'd have 
less time to figure something out than he'd supposed.

---

Ranma cried out as she woke up.  The baby was moving violently inside 
of her, as perturbed by her dreams as she was.  She quickly ran through 
some calming exercises, trying to soothe the baby with her thoughts.

"When are you due?"

Ranma looked over at Akane, who was slowly pushing herself up.  "In 
about a week.  Kyoko was two weeks premature, however."

"Nouma was just about on time."  Akane sat on the edge of the bed, 
breathing heavily.  "I'm due in about a week myself."

"Hmm.  Wonder if that means anything."

"What, that we're going to give birth at the same time?"  Akane thought 
about it for a moment, then shrugged.  "I can't see anything 
significant in that."

"Me neither, except how inconvenient the timing is.  I could be going 
to China, or Australia, or a few other places I know to try and figure 
out what's going on if it weren't for the fact that I'm so damned 
pregnant."  Ranma felt the baby begin to stir, and calmed her thoughts 
again.

Akane reached over and put her hand on Ranma's arm.  "Don't worry, I'll 
be here to help.  I've talked to Kasumi and Nabiki, and they'll help, 
too.  They know how difficult a time this is for you."

Ranma smiled.  "Nabiki and Kuno.  Who'd have ever thought?"  Her smile 
faltered.  "I... I just got this feeling.  That having my baby here 
would be a disaster."

"Is that what all your nightmares are about?"

Ranma shrugged.  "I dunno.  I can't quite make them out."  She tried to 
remember, but all she got was a sense of desperate searching, of 
reaching for something and not finding it.

"Did..."  Akane seemed aware of how desperately hopeful her voice was, 
and made an effort to control it.  "Did you discover anything?"

"Maybe.  But I have to try something different.  I can't afford to 
gamble on dreams any more.  Too unreliable.  I've got a plan."

"Oh, I must use the bathroom."  Akane stood up and waddled over to the 
door.  She stopped and looked at Ranma.  "What's your plan?"

Ranma grimaced.  "Something Pop and Ucchan helped me with.  I think... 
I've got to meditate.  Seriously meditate."

"What do you mean, 'seriously'?"

"I'll show you.  I'll need to set a couple of things up."  Ranma slowly 
got out of bed herself.  "But first, I'm gonna race you to the 
bathroom.  Last one there better have a mop."

Akane laughed.  Together they made their way down the hall.

---

On his previous visit to Australia, he had somehow been under the 
impression that the native people would be living in tents and cooking 
over a fire.  He had been quickly disabused of that notion.  This time, 
as last, he sat at a kitchen table, surrounded by the locals and 
looking across the table at a wizened old man with glasses and a 
cigarette.

The man spoke again.  "You know my name, stranger, but I've never met 
you before."

"Ranma."

"Lamma?"

"Is okay.  You also name me 'Walker Between Worlds'."

The man raised his eyebrows.  "Why?"

Ranma snorted.  "I help you defeat evil that live outside our world. 
 You look into me, see that I cursed to do this all time, name me so."

"Interesting.  I've never come across anything like this before."  He 
looked around the room at the people gathered there, then shrugged. 
 "Your story sounds true.  We do have a legend of the eater of souls, 
and how it came into our world to slay our tribe, and how the Walker 
Between Worlds came and defeated it.  But that is legend, and occurred 
a thousand years ago.  Why do you claim to be the one now?"

Ranma shrugged.  "I defeat last week, not a thousand years ago.  But, 
when I beat, it curse me, send me to this world.  This world different, 
not my own.  Would like to go back, thank you."

"Hmm."  The man drew deeply on his cigarette.  "And how do you think I 
can help?"

"I don't know!"  Ranma bit his lip, trying to control his frustration. 
 "I have dreams, think maybe help.  You, me, work together a long time. 
 Often we sit outside, stare at stars, and you guide me to dream state, 
where visions come."  Ranma chortled.  "I always think useless, until 
we meet evil there.  You call Dreamkiller.  I call monster, alien.  I 
followed it, fought it, killed it.  But it curse me."

"I've never heard such a story."  The man was shaking his head.  "If 
you did defeat the Dreamkiller, it would have been an epic struggle. 
 The Dreamkiller is the bane of our tribe.  Only a powerful one could 
have defeated it."

Ranma grinned wickedly.  "Hai.  Powerful."

"High powerful?"

"Is okay."

The man shook his head in disbelief.  "A Japanese man claims to be the 
Walker Between Worlds, claims to have defeated our ancient enemy, and 
asks us to help him.  Nothing like this has ever happened before.  Can 
you give me any proof of your claims?"

Ranma sighed.  He'd been afraid of this from the beginning.  "I tell 
you truth, no can tell?  You always tell me to know someone is to look 
into eyes and see their soul.  Can you not see my soul?  Know that I am 
telling truth?"

The man grunted.  "That is a truth; I can see much of a person by their 
eyes.  In yours I see desperation and desire.  No malice, true, but 
often those who make mischief do not intend to do so.  I need better 
proof of who you are.  That you have the power you claim to have to 
battle the Dreamkiller.  And that you will not bring any evil down upon 
us."

Ranma struggled for an idea.  "Two things I can think of.  One, I know 
your name.  True name, one you only show very few."

The man lifted his eyebrows.  "Tell me, then.  What is my name?"

"Can't tell; *show*.  You show me name out in desert.  You and me go 
walk, late at night under stars, I show you your name."

The man looked evenly at him.  Finally, he sighed.  "Perhaps it is 
enough that you know how to find my name.  And, perhaps in this other 
world you claim to be from, my name is different, and shouldn't be 
shared.  What was the other thing you were going to tell me?"

"Not tell; show."  Ranma indicated the sink.  "You let me use hot, cold 
water?"

---

Akane slid the door closed behind her.  "Okay, Nouma and my father are 
visiting Kasumi, Nabiki's in the house as emergency backup, and all the 
windows are covered.  What next?"

"Sit there."  Ranma indicated the center of the dojo.  Akane complied, 
although she had trouble lowering herself.

Ranma turned off the lights.  Instantly the dojo plunged into 
blackness.  Ranma waited a couple of minutes, but still couldn't see 
anything.  Satisfied, she walked towards the center, touching Akane's 
head in passing.

"Hey!  Is that you, Ranma?"

"Yeah.  Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."  She sat down and grabbed 
Akane's hands.

"How can you see anything, Ranma?"

"I can't.  That's the point."

"Oh."  Akane sounded subdued.

Ranma kept her voice low and sonorous.  "I learned this at the 
convention in Australia.  We must disconnect ourselves from our bodies. 
 Our bodies are our anchors but our spirits can roam free.  Let your 
spirit drift."

"This won't hurt the babies, will it?"

"No.  Their minds aren't formed enough yet to allow their spirits to 
separate from their bodies.  And our bodies will continue to provide 
them nourishment.  For now, we must drift free."

"And what is this going to accomplish again?"

"Well, I hope to find what it is in my dreams that is bothering me.  If 
it's me - that is, the Ranma you know - then I want you here to help 
call him back.  And, just maybe, I can cross over there as well."

"They taught you *that* in Australia?"

"Um, no.  Ukyo and your father-in-law and I improvised."

"How much?"

"Um... it's like thinking you could use a mirror to travel from one 
place to another."

"Oh, *great* Ranma..."

"Hey, it's a place to start anyway.  I don't have a better idea right 
now.  Can we at least try?"

"Okay.  Sorry.  What now?"

"Just drift.  Draw chi from your body but do nothing with it.  Chi 
fuels the spirit.  We can use it to help lift our spirits and allow 
them to float in worlds above ours."

"You sound like a mystic."

"Like I don't know that.  Why do you think I don't want Nabiki in here? 
 Think of what *she* would say."

Akane giggled.

Ranma grinned in the darkness, then spoke once again in a soft and 
dreamy tone of voice.  "Let your mind drift..."

---

"I must tell you, Lamma.  I've never seen anything like what you did 
with the water in the kitchen."

Ranma grunted.  "Try life that way.  We ready?"

The man looked around the desert.  "This is as good a spot as any.  Let 
us sit."

Ranma sat cross-legged and began a breathing exercise.  The man sat 
opposite and smiled.  "You *have* done this before."

Ranma smiled.  "You taught me."

"Well, not *me*, exactly.  But close enough."  He reached over to grab 
Ranma's hands.

For a while they breathed together in the middle of the Australian 
desert.

"All right, Walker Between Worlds.  I do see hope.  In the matter of 
curses, innocents cannot be trapped with the curse.  If they are, the 
curse can be undone.  We must use that."

"You say my other part - other Ranma - she innocent?"

"Oh, I wouldn't say that.  If she has the same magic that you do, she's 
surely been a part of other magical conflicts and is not completely 
innocent.  I think instead of the life she carries.  That one *is* 
completely innocent, and through it we must find the key to breaking 
the curse laid upon you by the Dreamkiller."

"Ah so.  How?"

"As you indicated: through your dreams.  I think you and your 
counterpart are linked through them.  If you are as experienced as you 
say you are, then enter the dreamstate with me."

That sat for a while, going through the rituals.  The hours passed, the 
sun set, and the stars came out.

Finally, Ranma stirred.  "There!  There it is!  I can feel it!"

"Easy, Walker Between Worlds.  Do not grab for it too eagerly.  Coax it 
towards you."

"It's her!  It's me!  I can feel... something pulling..."

"No, Lamma, wait!"

A flash of orange lit the night.  When the man's eyes cleared, he was 
alone.

He looked around placidly.  "Well.  That's never happened before."

---

She felt herself drifting.  It was a state of consciousness she'd never 
attained before.  It felt wonderful.

And then something grabbed her and it didn't feel so wonderful.

She was yanked, yanked so hard that her anchor was drawn with her.  Her 
vision cleared; she seemed to be on a huge, featureless orange plain. 
 She turned around and froze.

He was there.  He was looking at her, the shock on his face evident. 
 They stared and stared.

As one, they spoke.  "Ranma?"

She swallowed heavily.  It was *him*.  The guy who... who'd married   
Akane.

She examined him closely.  He looked exactly like her.  Except... his 
hair was different, shorter.

He spoke up.  "Your hair looks weird.  Feminine."

She flushed, a weird sort of guilt coloring her cheeks.  "I... I spend 
most of my time as a woman."

He looked down at her stomach, his lip twitching.  "Evidently."

Something snapped inside of her.  She reached up and grabbed his shirt. 
 "Listen, jackass, don't you dare judge me.  You'd've done the same 
thing in my position."

He shook his head.  "No, I wouldn't've.  I could never..."

She laughed.  "Guy, the one person you can't fool is me.  I was there, 
too.  Remember the festival?  The one where Mousse performed?"

He winced.  "I was just..."

"Yeah, 'just'.  You wanted to try it out, try going out as a woman in a 
kimono.  And you really liked it, liked the looks you got, the way you 
felt.  Didn't you?"

The look on his face was one of deep chagrin.  "It didn't mean I wanted 
to do it permanently."

"I don't do it permanently.  Even when I was stuck with a woman's body, 
I was a guy.  I still am a guy, in some ways."  She released his shirt 
and took a step back.  "I'm nine months pregnant with my second child 
and I'm *still* a guy.  And, *you*..."  She eyed him critically. 
 "You're the father of one child with another on the way, and you are 
still a woman, at least partially."

He shook his head feebly.  "No..."

She grinned evilly.  "C'mon, I know that look.  It means you know what 
I'm saying is right, you just don't want to admit it right away."

He looked evenly at her, a little irritated and a little sheepish. 
 "You sure seem different from me."

She grunted.  "Live my life and see what it does to you.  You've got no 
idea of the kind of hell I went through."

"I- I can imagine."  He stared at her some more.  "This is me?"

She nodded.  "I think you need to admit it to yourself - that the 
possibility exists that you could have made the decisions I did.  Trust 
me, Ranma-kun - denial gets you nowhere."

"Um... what exactly am I denying?"

"That there's a fair streak of femininity in you.  It's hard, I know. 
 I went through it too.  Dad taught us to be so masculine - that women 
were, by their very nature, weak and inferior.  Then I was stuck as a 
woman, and I thought of myself that way - inferior.  You don't know how 
close I came to killing myself."

He looked shocked.  "Really?"

"Yeah.  Fortunately, I met this guy.  He helped me realize that my 
self-worth was not tied at all to my gender.  He helped me feel good 
about myself, helped me build a life for myself where it didn't matter 
what my 'true' gender was."

The look on his face was soft with understanding.  "Kentaro."

She nodded decisively.  "Yeah.  Kentaro.  Now do you understand why I 
fell in love with him?  How good he was for me?  Why I'd choose to 
share my life with him?"

He stared at her for a long time.  By doing so, she knew that he was 
thinking seriously about it, and that whatever answer he gave her would 
be the truth.  Finally, he nodded.  "Yes.  I do see that."  He grimaced 
slightly.  "I... spent some time as a woman around him.  I saw... saw 
what he was like then, how much he liked being with you.  He... I think 
he's a nice guy.  Real kind, understanding, all that.  Tofu without 
Betty-chan and the fogged glasses."

She laughed.  "I never thought about him like that.  But yeah."

"He loves you a lot.  I could see it in his eyes."

"I know that."  Even so, it filled her with a tremendous glow, to see 
that he could see it, too.  "And, you know, it was kind of nice to see 
that life with Akane would have been so neat if the whole Herb thing 
had gone differently.  She's so happy.  Content."

His face looked concerned.  "How's she doing?"

"Pretty well, actually.  She wants you back very badly, but she didn't 
fall apart or nothing.  She was very understanding and helpful."

He raised an eyebrow.  "She was?"

"Well, *after* she beat up on me for a while."

They laughed together.  It felt good.

She grinned, feeling a kind of relief she'd never expected.  "This was 
good, this was good for me.  Ever since I appeared in your universe, 
I'd been feeling defensive.  As if for some stupid reason I had to 
apologize for my life.  Now I know I got nothing to be ashamed about. 
 I am Ranma, and married to a man, and that's not a contradiction."

"No, it's not.  This was good for me, too.  I... didn't realize how 
firmly entrenched I still was in Dad's way of thinking.  Being a man or 
woman - that doesn't make a damned bit of difference in whether you're 
a good person or not.  I thought I knew that, but I was still thinking 
you were weak somehow for choosing to marry a man.  Sorry 'bout that."

She grinned and slapped his chest.  "As well you should be.  Still, 
lesson learned and all that.  At least you learned it faster'n I did."

"Well, things were a little different for you.  For one thing, you 
didn't have me around to knock some sense into you."

She rolled her eyes.  "Fat lot of good that would have done.  I 
probably would have tried to take over your body."

"Er, how?"

"I'd've found a way, trust me."

He grinned.  "I'll bet.  I never knew talking to me could be so fun."

"Yeah.  I guess some good came out of this."

"More than some."  His eyes lost focus.  "Akane... your, uh, sister... 
she and I had a good talk.  I think it helped her.  If nothing else 
good is accomplished, I'll feel great about the fact that we worked 
something out together."

"Well, that *is* good."  She looked around.  "So, now that we've got 
the bonding part down, what next?"

"Um."  He looked around.  "I don't know.  I was told that the key to 
getting back was through your baby."

Ranma felt her belly.  "Really?  Why?  How?"

"Yes, because it's innocent, and I haven't a clue."

"Oh.  Not terribly useful under the circumstances."

Ranma frowned and put his hand over hers.  She felt his chi began to 
flow into her body, towards the baby.  She closed her eyes and sent her 
chi flowing as well.

And she could see it.  A tunnel of light that led from the baby.  She 
could see where it had come from, and where it yearned to be.  *Needed* 
to be.  And the light... if she and Ranma could... just...

"No.  I do not permit it."

She flung open her eyes to stare at a nightmare.  The shape was strange 
and alien to her eyes. A mix between a bug and a lizard and something 
else again she was certain she didn't want to identify.  Its eyes 
glowed the same orange color as the plain they were on.

Ranma spoke out of the side of her mouth.  "What is *that*?  I've never 
seen nothing like it before."

"I have."  He sounded grim.  "I killed it.  But it cursed me before it 
died."

"Oh yeah?  Is that what caused this switching stuff?"

"Yeah.  It said it was going to send me to Hell."

"I'm not sure it entirely succeeded.  I mean, a lot worse could have 
happened.  And we seemed to have found a way around it pretty easily."

"Have you?"  The creature seemed to be trying to take control of the 
conversation.  "You are in Hell.  My version of it.  I will make you 
suffer now.  In ways you cannot imagine."

He stepped in front of her.  "Quick, run.  I've fought it before; I can 
hold it off."

She shoved him aside.  "Run to where?  You seem to forget I'm as 
powerful as you are."

He looked at her.  "But you're pregnant."

She looked up at him and flashed him a confident grin.  "I'll adjust. 
 It's what I do best."

The smile spread to his face.  "Yeah.  I suppose it is."

Together, they faced the creature.

---

Akane blinked into the darkness.  The dojo had suddenly flared orange. 
 Now it was pitch black again, and Ranma was no longer holding her 
hands.

"Ranma?"

Silence.

She got up and groped her way over to the wall.  She fumbled for the 
lights and turned them on.  Squinting at the brightness, she was 
nevertheless quickly able to determine that Ranma wasn't there.

Her stomach sank.  This couldn't be a good sign.  She turned out the 
lights again and sat down against the wall, trying to clear her head. 
 She had to use her spirit to find Ranma.  Somehow.  It would work.  It 
had to.

The dojo door slid open.  Akane blinked over at the form of Nabiki. 
 She was holding a phone.  "It's Ranma-kun.  He needs money.  As 
usual."

Akane's heart leapt.  "*He* needs money?"

Nabiki smiled warmly.  "Yes, he.  He's in the middle of Australia, and 
he's had some interesting experiences that he's dying to talk to you 
about.  I expect a full report immediately after you get off the 
phone."

Akane jumped to her feet as best she could.  She ran over and almost 
fell into Nabiki's arms.  Nabiki help her up, hugging Akane to her. 
 Akane took the phone from Nabiki in a clumsy exchange and brought held 
it to her ear.  "Hello?"

"Hey there, Akane."  A decidedly masculine voice, sounding tired and 
full of love and a little mischief.  "Can you send me some more money? 
 I'd like to go home."

"You *are* home, Ranma."  She clutched Nabiki close to her as she 
listened to the sound of her husband's gentle laughter.

---

Kentaro watched his daughter examine the go board intently.  She was 
only beginning to grasp some of the very basic strategy.  Kentaro had 
left her an obvious opening, and was watching to see if she would take 
it.  Finally she did, and looked to him for approval.

He beamed at her.  "Very good, Kyoko."

She giggled.  "I'm beating you, Daddy."

He nodded.  "Yes, you are."  He placed another stone, well away from 
the threatening position she was developing.

She stared at the position for a moment, then sighed.  "Daddy, when's 
Mommy coming home?  My real Mommy, I mean."

Kentaro suppressed his own sigh.  He'd been expecting a call from the 
other-universe Ranma all evening.  "I don't know.  Soon, I hope."

"Yeah, pretty soon."

They both looked up, startled.  Ranma - female and pregnant - was st  
anding in the doorway.  She had obviously been fighting, and had 
bruises on her neck.  She looked very drained, which Kentaro knew meant 
that she'd been using chi-attacks despite being nine months pregnant. 
 Which meant that the situation had to have been dire indeed.

He leapt to his feet and ran to her side.  "Dear, are you all right?" 
 He began to examine her bruise.  It looked very painful.

"Mommy!"  Kyoko ran up to grab both of their legs at once.  "Mommy's 
home!"

Ranma looked down between Kentaro's hands.  "Yes, Kyo-chan.  I'm home. 
 For good."

Kentaro felt something warm build inside him with those words.  Trying 
to maintain his professionalism, he felt the pulse at her neck in an 
attempt to see how strong she was.

Ranma smiled and put her hand over his.  "Ken-chan, I do think I need 
to go to the hospital, but I'm not on the verge of death or nothing. 
 Can't you think of any better way to greet me than to give me a 
physical?"

Kentaro saw the humor and love in her eyes, and smiled with it. 
 "Sorry."

He bent down and kissed her.  She kissed back ferociously while Kyoko 
squealed in delighted laughter.

~*~