Hi all, A while back I threw together a little idea crossing 
over Ranma and 3X3 eyes.  I've really revised it, but before I post 
that, I thought you might want to look at the origional version again.

	"Not bad Son-in-Law," Cologne said as she landed on her staff a 
few feet away from Ranma.
	Ranma landed facing her, ignoring the bruises she had just 
given him.  He glanced at the unconscious form of Mousse lying a few 
feet away from him.  "Alright old ghoul, Mousse said you were cooking 
up some sort of magic, now what are you up to?"
	"I have no idea what you're talking about Son-in-Law,"  Cologne 
responded, grinning slightly.  "And I am surprised that you're here 
with me instead of cheering Shampoo to victory."
	Ranma scowled.  A few days ago an argument between Shampoo and 
Akane had sparked a formal challenge.  The winner would get to cook 
lunch for Ranma for an entire week.  If Akane won he'd have to face a 
week of her cooking.  If Shampoo won he'd have to deal with the look in 
Akane's eyes when Shampoo went after him every day.
	"It should be a intriguing match," Cologne added with a smirk 
that chilled Ranma's blood.	"You and Shampoo are up to something.  
What?" Ranma asked quietly.
	"Actually it's just me.  Shampoo's shown herself to be a bit 
too... soft-hearted to get rid of Akane like she should have right from 
the beginning.  So I've summoned the spirit of one of her Amazon 
ancestors and corrected the problem.  It should be done by now."  
Cologne's smirk intensified.
	Ranma took a step toward the Amazon matriarch, then he turned 
and ran from the Nekohanten as fast as he could move.  He knew that the 
duel was in the park and he sped there as fast as he could.
	The park was crowded.  Ranma saw Nabiki standing at an opening 
in a roped off area filled with people surrounding a ring.  Looking 
over the crowds he could see the top of the ring.  Shampoo was standing 
at one end holding her bonbori.  She had a bruise on her cheek, and was 
breathing heavily, but it was clear that Akane had taken the worst of 
the damage.  One arm was hanging limp, blood seeping from a cut on her 
cheek and another above her eyes.  Ranma began forcing his way through 
the crowd.
	Shampoo looked at him.  It was a calm imperious look completely 
different from any look she had directed at him before.  She turned 
back to Akane, and dropped her Bonbori.  Pulling out a sword she 
stated, "Obstacle is for killing."  She started toward Akane at a run.
	"Shampoo NO!!"  Ranma screamed.  A surge of pain flickered at 
the front of his head, and some part of his mind was analyzing his 
options.  It would take five more seconds to get within jumping 
distance of the ring without hurting anyone in the audience.  That was 
far too long.  Ranma stopped and focused his confidence, gathering his 
energy as fast as he could.
	Akane had narrowed her eyes as she saw Shampoo advancing, and 
stepped forward, jumping into the air to meet her rush.
	Ranma raised his hands, a sphere of yellow light shimmered into 
existence between his hands.  Looking at the ring he saw Akane and 
Shampoo about to meet in the air.  Shampoo was thrusting forward with 
her sword, Akane was twisting to kick at her.  He could see that both 
strikes would hit, and Shampoo was striking to kill.  
"MOKO-TAKABISHIA!"  Ranma screamed as he unleashed all his energy 
against Shampoo.  Akane's kick impacted with Shampoo's chest, 
shattering several ribs.  Shampoo's sword thrust hit the right side of 
Akane's chest, penetrating easily.  Ranma's chi blast hit Shampoo, 
throwing her out of the ring.
	Ranma jumped into the ring, and advanced the three paces to 
Akane's side.  She was lying still, the sword lying on the ground in 
front of her, its blade stained crimson.  She coughed, spilling blood 
from her mouth to trickle down her chin.
	"AKANE!"  Ranma turned and screamed as loud as he could, 
"NABIKI GET A DOCTOR FAST!!!"  He fell to his knees by Akane.
	She looked up at him.  "Ranma."  She said quietly, her voice 
distorted by the blood in her throat.
	"Don't try to talk.  Save your strength, we'll talk after the 
doctor gets here."  There was a strong constant ache in his forehead, 
Ranma ignored it.
	Akane winced as she lifted her left arm.  "I'm sorry, Ranma.  I 
want you to know I love..."  Her arm dropped, and she closed her eyes.
	"Akane..."  Ranma said, leaning forward and looking into her 
face.  A drop of blood fell onto her cheek, from the red horizontal 
line that had appeared in his forehead.  Akane's breathing was becoming 
shallower.  "No."  Another drop of blood fell.  "No!"  Ranma had to 
wince at the searing pain in the front of his head.  "NO!" he screamed 
to the heavens.  The line of blood in his forehead split, revealing the 
eye beneath.
	Ranma didn't know what had happened; his body suddenly felt as 
though it was filled with power.  A wave of euphoria swept across him, 
and was shattered by the reality he saw before him.  Akane was lying on 
the ground, and he could see her life flowing through her, could see it 
dimming as she died.  Ranma knew he had to save her.  And a means to 
save her formed in his head.  Not questioning its source Ranma leaned 
forward and put his effort into the task.
	Light exploded around Ranma.  Then the light became 
concentrated, focused into a beam from his third eye to Akane's chest. 
 A glowing sphere emerged from her and traveled up the beam to be 
absorbed by the eye.  The eye closed, the light was gone.
	Ranma felt more tired than he had ever felt before.  But he 
knew that Akane would not die and the joy this thought brought swept 
away exhaustion.  Then he felt hostility, and looked up to see Shampoo 
pulling herself to her feet.  With his third eye open he could clearly 
see the spirit in her, the spirit that had driven her to try to kill 
Akane.  Ranma raised his right hand toward her, fist clenched.  Then he 
shifted his grip so that his thumb was pressing against the fingernails 
of his two middle fingers.  His outer fingers straightened, and he 
struck forward with his hand.  A wave of force blasted from him, 
striking Shampoo and throwing her onto her back.  The Spirit possessing 
her was torn from her body by the full force of the strike, retreating 
from the human world in incredible pain.  In a room in the Nekohanten, 
a candle burning with a blue flame suddenly went out.
	Ranma looked down at Akane.  "Akane..."  he whispered, then all 
three eyes closed and he collapsed beside her.
	Shampoo woke feeling pain and confusion.  She could clearly 
remember how her day had gone up to a point in her final preparations 
for her duel with Akane Tendo.  However from the moment Cologne had 
insisted that she make an offering at the small shrine to her ancestors 
of the Amazon village, her memory became dream-like and vague.  Until 
now.  She tried to lift herself with her arms, and gasped at the sudden 
pain in the right side of her chest.  *Broken Ribs,*  She thought to 
herself.  *How did that happen?*
	"Hold on, sis."  Turning at the sound of this voice she saw 
Nabiki kneeling on the ring.  Before her lay Akane, and next to her was 
Ranma.  Shampoo pulled herself to her feet with her left arm, ignoring 
the protests from her ribs.  She walked quickly up to the ring and 
jumped up to land by Ranma.  Nabiki looked at her, and fixed her with a 
gaze filled with more hate than she had ever seen in her life.  Shampoo 
felt an overwhelming sense of guilt, and a sense of confusion, over 
both the guilt and the hatred.
	"What happen to Akane?  And to Ranma?"  She asked, her voice 
quiet with her confusion, and fear as she saw the blood on the 
platform.
	"You," whispered Nabiki.
	"Nabiki, Shampoo not remember right since prayed for luck in 
contest.  What happen?"
	"RANMA!!"  Genma's voice echoed through the park as he ran 
forward and jumped onto the stage.  "Oh, my son!"  He turned to Nabiki 
and started "How is..."  Then he looked down and saw the blood.  He 
blinked a moment, then he looked closer, and his eyes widened.  The 
blood was flowing back into Akane's wound.  Turning to Akane, he 
reached out to brush the hair away from her forehead.  "Oh Nodoka."  He 
whispered.  Then he reached down, swung Akane over his left shoulder, 
Ranma over his right, and stood.
	"MR. SAOTOME!!"  Nabiki screamed as she watched him manhandle 
her critically injured sister.
	Genma looked her in the eye.  Nabiki had never seen this 
expression on him before.  It was a combination of fear, sorrow, and 
relief.  "Nabiki, Akane's not in any danger.  I'll explain it to her 
and Ranma back at the Dojo once they wake up."  He turned to Shampoo 
and added.  "You'd better come too.  What I'm going to say...  well I 
want everyone who's after my son to know what's happened."
	Genma turned, and started toward the Dojo at a run.

	Ranma groaned slightly, and blinked as he awoke.  He recognized 
that he was lying in his and his father's room.  He remembered what had 
happened just before he fell asleep.  "Akane!" he cried as he bolted to 
his feet.  Looking to his side he saw Akane lying on a futon a few feet 
away from him.  She was wearing the same gi, its top cut and bloodied 
by the killing slash from Shampoo's sword, however he could see through 
the rip the unmarked skin underneath.  Reddening slightly, Ranma looked 
away from her chest, and looked at the familiar contours of her face.  
He had seen Akane in many moods, and even sleeping like now, he knew 
her face perfectly.  There was something different about it.  On her 
forehead there was a Chinese character.
	"Ranma," said a womans voice from the doorway of the room.  
Ranma hadn't heard the voice very often, but he knew it very well.  His 
mother's voice.  He looked down at himself and saw that he was male.  
Expanding his observation he saw that he was in the Tendo Family room, 
the Koi pond was outside, and his mother was looking directly at him, 
and there was no way he could run or change.  "Don't worry Ranma," his 
mother said as she walked across the room to him.  "I'm not here about 
Jusenkyo, or the promise of Seppuku you've feared so much."
	"Mom?"  was Ranma quiet response as he turned to her.  He could 
see a smile on her face and tears in her eyes.
	Nodoka responded by grabbing him into a fierce hug, whispering, 
"I missed you so much."
	"Oh Mom."  Ranma grabed her, huging as feircely as he could 
without squeasing harder than he knew she could take.  For a minute the 
hug was all that mattered to either of them.
	Nodoka separated them and brushed the tears from her eyes.  
"Now, let me look at you," she said as she observed him carefully.  "I 
see you do take after me.  In ways I had not wanted," she said with a 
sigh.
	Ranma sudenly recalled the strange feelings and vision that had 
overtaken him when he saw Akane lying wounded in the ring.  He was 
about to ask Nodoka if she somehow meant this, when he heard Akane 
moan.  Spinning and kneeling beside her, he quietly said, "Akane," as 
he watched her wake up.
	"Uh,"  Akane stated, opening her eyes, and looking around.  She 
stopped when she saw Ranma and said quietly "Ranma..."  Then she 
blinked in memory.  She glanced down at the bloodstained Gi, and 
putting her hand into the slashed portion she felt the undamaged skin. 
 "How?"
	"I can answer that," Nodoka stated quietly from the door.  
Ranma and Akane both looked at her, her joy at being reunited with her 
son was being overcome by some unknown Sorrow.  "Mom?"  Ranma said 
quietly.
	"Mrs. Saotome?"  Akane added, sitting up.
	"Come on, I think I'd rather explain this to everyone," she 
said as she turned and walked out the door.
	Ranma looked after her, then looked back at Akane.
	Akane looked at Ranma, looked down at her gi, and said "I, uh, 
I think I ought to change into something else."
	Ranma glanced down at his own outfit, then said.  "Yeah, me 
too."
	Ranma walked down the stairs with Akane right behind him.  
Akane was wearing her yellow dress with a floral pattern, Ranma his red 
shirt and black pants.  They both paused as they overlooked the family 
room.  Nodoka was sitting at the head of the table, Genma beside her.  
Surrounding the table were: Soun, Nabiki, and Kasumi, a very 
sad-looking Shampoo, beside a worried Mousse, and a concerned-looking 
Ukyo.
	Everyone turned their head to look at Ranma and Akane.
	No one said anything.
	Nodoka indicated that the two of them sit at a open space to 
her left.
	"Ranma, there is so much to tell you.  So much you need to 
know..."  Nodoka trailed off looking down at the table.
	"I think it would be best if I tell him how we met," Genma said 
to her.
	Genma turned to Ranma and began.  "I met Nodoka in the year 
1895.  I was at that time only a few years older than you are now."  He 
looked at the incredulous looks from around the table.  "It may be hard 
to believe but at the time she wasn't human."
	Nodoka looked up and started talking.  "My people were known as 
the Sanjiyan Unkara, or sometimes as the Triclops.  When we existed, at 
least.  For a very long time we sought to end our immortality and 
attain humanity.  To the best of my knowledge I was the last to find a 
way to become human."
	Nabiki looked at her and said in a skeptical voice, "So you 
were Immortal, and you wanted to give it up?"
	Nodoka sighed and looked at the table.  "You can only see our 
longevity, our power.  You don't know the terrible prices they require, 
or the gifts of humanity that you know too well to see."
	"Be that as it may, it doesn't explain how Akane recovered from 
being almost killed by Shampoo,"  Nabiki continued.  Across the table 
from her Shampoo winced, and a tear rolled down her cheek.
	"If you listen to the rest of our story it will all make 
sense," Genma responded.  "To shorten the tale; I met Nodoka on the 
road, and agreed to show her the way to Kyoto.  However on the way 
there , there was an... accident."
	"An inn was on fire, and Genma was severely injured trying to 
save the people inside.  I had only known him a short time, but I knew 
that I couldn't allow him to die.  So I used one of the most basic and 
potent powers of the Sanjiyan and made him my WU."  Pausing, Nodoka 
took a sip from the cup of tea Kasumi had given her just before Ranma 
and Akane had arrived.  She continued, "The Sanjiyan posses great magic 
power.  However, when we use that power to its utmost, it weakens us, 
often leaving us powerless for a time.  So, long ago, even by immortal 
standards, we learned how to take the soul of another and merge it with 
our own.  The one whose soul we have taken becomes our WU, our... 
protector and servant.  As the soul is kept safe within our own, the 
WU's body becomes immune from harm, all injuries heal at fantastic 
speed, and they share our own longevity, and a portion of our power."  
Nodoka stopped and looked at her tea.
	Genma resumed the narrative, "For a very long time I traveled 
with Nodoka, helping her search for a way to become human.  And 
eventually we found the Nyanichuan."
	Ranma blinked.  He looked at his father with a disbelieving 
expression.  "YOU KNEW?!"
	"We knew, Ranma," Nodoka responded.  "You see, I became human 
in the Nyanichuan, and within a few hours the character marking your 
father my WU faded forever.  We traveled apart for a few years, I 
wanted to get a feel of humanity, your father met Happosei and Soun, 
and decided to relearn fighting without the power he had gained from 
me.  After disposing of Happosei, we met again, he proposed and I 
accepted."  She smiled at the memory.  "We bought a house with the 
savings of centuries, and in a few years, I had you."  She looked at 
Ranma her eyes glistening, and a smile on her face.  Then the smile 
faltered.
	"However even from the beginning, I wondered if my Sanjiyan 
nature was gone or merely suppressed.  I was uncertain whether or not 
you might have inherited my former nature.  Then when you were five I 
knew.  You were at the playground, and a group of bullies was picking 
on you.  You had enough training to handle any one of them one on one, 
but they were threatening you all at once.  When I was coming to help 
you, I saw you're forehead begin to spontaneously bleed, here," Nodoka 
said extending her finger and tracing a short line in the center of 
Ranma's forehead.
	"Here you were in a situation where a young Sanjiyan would have 
tried to call forth his power, and there was blood where you're third 
eye would have opened.  That was when I knew you had inherited my 
former nature from me."  Nodoka looked down, her eyes glistening, her 
hands clenched.
	Genma glanced at his wife, then started talking, "Anyway, 
Nodoka didn't know what to do.  Remember it hadn't been that long ago 
when she gave up the power of the Sanjiyan forever.  Now she discovered 
that the power she had spent most of her life trying to escape was part 
of you.  We talked about what to do for a long time.  Nodoka was 
desperate to enable you to grow up and live your life as a normal 
human, but she had no idea how to.  I hoped she could succeed, but I 
also knew that if you did become Sanjiyan, you needed to be able to 
handle it.  After about a week, Nodoka decided that her presence risked 
empowering your Sanjiyan side and she insisted that I take you and 
raise you till you were a man.  I accepted her judgment, and we began 
our long training trip.
	"I was determined that if I failed to keep you human you should 
at least have some experience with travel and Martial Arts in 
preparation for life as a Sanjiyan.  And as you were about to turn 
sixteen, I decided to hedge our bets and take you to Jusenkyo to add an 
extra bit of insurance that your Sanjiyan nature would remain sealed."
	"So what about that promise?  The man among men thing?" Nabiki 
asked.
	Nodoka looked at her.  "That was my idea.  Genma told me that 
he was coming home after Jusenkyo, I wanted to see my son again so 
much, but I was still terrified that I might awaken the Sanjiyan nature 
within him.  I chickened out at the last moment, and Genma decided to 
come here instead."  She sighed and looked down.  "I kept planning to 
come, but the fear kept holding me back.  Eventually I contacted Genma 
and we tried to think up a way for me to see Ranma with the Jusenkyo 
curse as a buffer.  Genma and I thought up the man among men promise as 
a way to keep you in your cursed form without having to burden you with 
the knowledge that you weren't fully human.  Genma told me that there 
was no sign of your Sanjiyan side manifesting, so I was planning a way 
to reveal your secret and accept your manliness.  However before I 
could, Akane was attacked, and your pain and anger at seeing her dying 
awoke my side of you're heritage.  You made her WU, exorcised the 
spirit possessing Shampoo, and fainted from the strain of the 
spellcraft."
	Ranma looked at Akane, then said quietly "Hai."  Akane looked 
back at him, a somewhat surprised expression on her face.
	"Akane," Nodoka said, turning her attention to her sons 
Fianc�e.
	Blinking back her surprise Akane looked at Nodoka.  "Hai?"
	"You aren't sure you believe what I've said, are you?"
	"Well..."
	"Give me your hand a moment," Nodoka said evenly.  Akane looked 
at her a moment, then extended her open right hand toward Mrs. Saotome, 
palm up.  Nodoka touched the fingers of her own right hand to Akane's, 
then her left hand stabbed a Tanto dagger into Akane's palm.
	It took everyone a moment to overcome the sense of shock enough 
to react.  Ranma was first, grabbing his mother's wrist, and yanking it 
back.  Before he could do anything more, Nodoka said, "Hold up your 
hand a moment, Akane."
	Akane was looking at her just wounded hand, and looked at 
Nodoka she held it up.  As everyone watched, the blood that had poured 
from the wound flowed back into it, as her skin closed itself.  As 
everyone watched the wound healed and faded without a trace.
	"Hmm, getting soft in your old age I see," Genma commented.
	Nodoka glanced at him with an annoyed look, "She is my son's 
fianc�e, not some slow witted wanderer I just met."
	Genma turned to Akane and said, "She illustrated my 
newly-gained healing power to me by chopping off my head."  He rubbed 
his neck and winced somewhat.
	Suddenly a small object blurred into the room.  "Ranma-Chan!" 
it called out, as it resolved itself into Happosei long enough to 
splash Ranma with a bucket of cold water. 	A second later the old 
pervert had clamped himself onto Ranma's newly acquired breasts.
	"GRRAA!" Ranma replied.  Her clothes were whipped by an unseen 
wind, her hair raised by an updraft that only affected her, then there 
was a blinding flash of light and a crash.
	Ranma had risen to her feet.  Her right arm was extended from 
throwing Happosei into the garden.  Her third eye was open and glaring 
at the old master.  "You disgusting old freak," she said, her voice 
vibrating with power.
	When this had happened a few hours ago, all of Ranma's 
attention had been directed to Akane.  Now Akane was safe, and she felt 
none of the pain that had accompanied her initial awakening.  She could 
feel the power coursing through her body, focusing in the eye that had 
just opened in her forehead.
	What's more, this third eye didn't see what her other two saw. 
 Through it she saw the spirits that were everywhere.  She could see 
the cloud of dark spiritual energy surrounding the old man she had just 
thrown into the backyard.  And despite the newness of this new sight, 
she knew instinctively what she was seeing.  And as she looked at the 
wind, actually seeing it for the first time; she knew that she could do 
more than just look.  Taking a step toward the garden she raised her 
hands.
	As Ranma lifted her hands, wind swirled around her, picking up 
speed.  Ranma shifted her hands, once again extending the two outer 
fingers while bringing her thumb to meet the other  two.  She jabbed 
her hands forward, and as the wind around her died down, a dramatically 
stronger wind formed around Happosei, lifting the old pervert into the 
air.  Ranma quickly gestured away with her right hand.  Happosei was 
hurled into the distant sky.  Ranma smiled slightly.
	Then the smile faded, and she pivited and leaped onto the Roof 
of the Dojo.  Everyone ran into the Yard.
	"Ranma?"  Genma called to his son, then jumped onto the roof 
after him as he heard a suden shreak of pain.  Landing on the roof, he 
ran to where Ranma sat, rubbing her somewhat scorched foot and looking 
at three paper charms lying on the roof in front of her.  Smoke was 
rising from the middle one.
	"Ow, Old Ghoul," Ranma muttered to herself as he stopped 
rubbing her foot and stood.  A quick glance confirmed what Genma 
recognised from Ranma's voice, the third eye was closed again.
	Genma picked up two of the charms, then paused reaching for the 
third.  "Ranma," he said, "I need to see something.  Please pick up 
this ward if you can."  Genma rested his hand on the remaining ward as 
he said this.
	Ranma started to protest, then looking at her father handling 
the ward in question; she steped forward and grabed it.
	"Arhg!"  Ranma snatched her hand back from the ward.  Her whole 
hand was aching from the breif touch.  As she massaged her hand she 
stared as her father picked it up as though it were ordinary paper.  
Which it was to him.  "What the?"
	"One more thing we need to discuss with you and Akane.  Come 
on."  Genma jumped down to the ground.  Ranma followed him.
	*If those charms hadn't worked I'd probably be dead.*  Colougne 
thought to herself as she closed the remaining distance to the 
Nekohanten.  She rushed through the door and slamed it shut after her. 
 *How could I have miscalculated so badly?*  She thought to herself.  
Her plan had been simple, channel the spirit of the Amazon sorceress 
Rinse into Shampoo.  First Rinse would use her granddaughter's skill to 
destroy the obsticles to claiming Ranma, then her own potent talents 
would be brought to bear to make sure Ranma followed the law properly. 
 However when the candle that she had used as the focus of this spell 
had sudenly went out, she had known something unforseen had disrupted 
the plan.  Her later evesdroping had revealed to her how badly the plan 
had backfired.
	*I knew that Son-in-Law would strengthen the future generations 
if he could be wedded into the vilage, but I only knew of his Martial 
Art skill and talent then.* 	Colougne thought as she rushed through 
the resteraunt to the small room in the basement where she kept the 
magical herbs and artifacts which she sometimes used to try to shift 
Ranma's destiny to one she controlled.  *Damn.  The potential gain of 
having a vilager with his newly gianed powers is fantastic, but the 
danger in attempting to make him come to us is beyond measure.  
Especially considering what happened with Shampoo and Rinse.*  She 
pulled a book down from the shelf and put it on the table, and fliped 
through the pages a few moments.  *Ah, protective charms.*
	As Ranma sat back down at the table, Soun finally stopped 
crying.  "Well, this is all a bit of a shock, but my little girl is 
alive and well and that's what's important."
Nodoka and Genma both looked away from him and coughed in near perfect 
unison. 		"Well..." Genma said.
	"Technically..." Nodoka added.
	"Umm, the term most commonly used is, er, undead." Genma 
finished.  Soun stared at him, then started crying again.
	"Undead?" Akane asked.
	"Undead, as in something like a vampire or a zombie?"  Nabiki 
said, looking right at the Saotome's.
	Nodoka frowned and said, "It's a lable humanity slaped on the 
WU."
	"Anyways, there's something besides names you should know 
about," Genma said, placing the ward on the table.  Everyone looked at 
it.  "Nabiki, could you hand it to Akane?"
	"Uh, ok," she responded picking up the ward and handing it to 
her sister.  Who reached out to take it, then snatched her hand away 
with a quick cry of pain.
	"Ow, that thing's red hot!"
	Nabiki looked at the completely ordinary feeling piece of paper 
she was holding.  "So Akane's affected by spirit wards now?"
	"So is Ranma.  They aren't strong enough to do any permanent 
damage, but they can be a real nusance."  Genma replied.