Two men sit across from each other. Eyeing one another and obviously lost
in thought..
One man hidden behind the dark shadows, the other a tall man dressed in a
dark thick 
robe.. his black eyes barely visible through his jet black hair. "Are you
sure this is how
you want to do this?" The robed man starts. "I mean, it's awful cruel. It's
sure to drive 
him insane." His voice is rough but soothing.

Through the shadows the robed man watches as the other brings his hands up
to his
chin in a thoughtful manner. "I will decide what's cruel and what's not.
Besides,
He's gunna have you to help him out and watch over him anyway. You're kinda
like
my enemy in a way, it's your job to keep him sane and help him through
things.. I'm 
not gunna give you many rules.. The important stuff you know. If you
succeed in 
keeping him sane I'll let you live a free life as a mortal or whatever you
want." The 
man let out a deep breath as he lie back in his chair.

"I still think this little game is quite sick.. But ok, if not for mine,
for poor Ranma's sake 
will I go to help him. Being a mortal would be grand, for I hate these
games that the 
gods play. And I hate being a part of them. But more importantly is this
man's sanity
in getting through this." The cloaked man turned to leave.

The other man stood up and slowly stepped towards the cloaked man and
placed a 
hand on his shoulder causing him to turn and meet eye to eye. "I don't see
why you care
so much for these mortals. But either way. He'll be arriving in China soon.
So I suggest 
you get started. Godspeed.." At that a light flashed and Ranma awakes in
his futon not
aware of what is about to happen to him...

                         The Real Trip
                        A Ranma 1/2 Fanfic
                               by
                           Entomorph
                                
                           Episode #1
                     A god and his games..
                                
 "Ranma my boy! Don't do this! Your breaking your poor fathers heart."
Genma stood in 
the doorway as Ranma sat on the floor packing his things though so few they
were. Behind
Genma Soun ran around like a lunatic crying about Ranma leaving to China
and how poor
Akane couldn't fare well without him or something. Hard to tell what he was
saying exactly
through all his sobs and rambling's.. But Ranma just ignored the both of
them and finished up
putting his stuff in his bag and getting ready to walk out the door.

He didn't look up to meet his fathers gaze. "Move pop. Im leaving now and
you ain't gunna
stop me." still his Father stood in his way thinking he was strong enough
to stop Ranma from
walking past him.

"Listen to me Ranma," Genma pointed his accusing finger at Ranma. "I
understand that some
times she can be a little high strung.."

"High strung?!" Ranma yelled knocking his father on his back. "A little
high strung?! She's a
maniac! All she does is hit me and insult me. And she's un-cute, her
coo-URK!-" Ranma fell
back to the ground twitching slightly as a large table lay on his head with
a rather pissed 
looking Akane Tendou at the end of it.

"Your such a jerk Ranma! I'm glad your going back to China! I hope you fall
in that spring
and die!" Akane screamed as she turned to leave back down stair's. Scared
looking eyes 
from Genma, and her father followed her down.

The table started to move slightly as if the life was slowly coming back
into Ranma's heap of
broken bones and flesh. "See whaf I meen?" He managed to mumble.

-#-

Ranma felt his head remembering the previous day before he left to China.
*Ouch that still
smarts.* He thought to himself as he walked towards some forest which he
was unaware of.
*jeez.. It's not like I was leaving forever anyway. I just had to come here
for a few days to 
cool off and find a cure. Now I just gotta remember how to get back to
those springs.*

The man from before who was previously in a dark cloak now sat upon a rock
in which
the sun seemed to find better than anywhere else in the surrounding forest
land. Now he 

wore a tight black shirt and equal but slightly baggy slacks. His black
hair flowing down 
to his shoulder's as he watched Ranma approach. *Hmm.. Poor lad, he's a lot
younger
than I thought he would be. Oh, the god's can be so blind. Does Insect not
realize how 
young this boy is.* He thought to himself. **Oh about 16. Yes I know** His
thoughts
were interrupted by Insect's Telepathy. **Stay out of my head. Your already
breaking 
your own rules. _we_ aren't to communicate remember?**

**Then don't think so loud. Anyway, the game is about start. Good luck
Neishou.**

Just then Ranma approached and stopped looking at the man wondering why the
hell
is he out in the middle of the forest sunbathing. Just then the man spoke.
"Why hello
there Ranma. The reason Im out here in the middle of no where is no
coincidence. I 
knew you where coming before you did."

Ranma jumped back stunned that the man knew his name. "Hey man, how did you
know 
my name?" He asked lamely. Not really knowing what else to say or ask.

The man jumped down off the rock and stood in front of Ranma. Their size's
not much 
different with Ranma being just shorter enough so that the man could to
look down on
him. "The names Neishou You can call me just that. I'll be your spirit
guide throughout 
your trip."

"The trip was from Japan to China. Im almost where I want to go now that
I'm here.. So
if you'll just move." Ranma made an attempt at walking around Neishou only
to be stopped
short.

"Boy you sure are rude.." Neishou started. "Son, I hate to tell you this.
But the real trip 
wasn't at all the journey from Nerima to China. The real trip is back
home." He stopped
as to choose his words carefully as a dumb founded Ranma just stared at him
blankly. 
"You see," He continued. "One of the gods has chosen you for a little.. Game."

Ranma blinked as if he was lost and didn't know who he was. then finally
got his wit's to 
respond. "Look buddy I'm not in the mood for some sick joke, ok?"

"This is no joke my poor friend." Neishou looked down to the ground kicking
a small rock.
"You see Ranma, your creator gave up on you a while ago.. Leaving to it for
the gods to
toy with this world however they please. There's alternate realities in
which you and yer
fiancee are already married and off to college, and one's where you are
quite more then 
friendly with people such as Shampoo if you know what I mean. Ranma. I know
this is
hard for you to understand. But one of the gods has now chosen to make your
life a living
hell, and without my help. Your screwed to put it nicely."

"I appreciate the niceness of how you put that" Ranma said sarcastically.
*This guy cant be 
for real, but how does he know about Akane, me and even Shampoo.. This is
to weird.*
He thought to himself.

**Look Ranma, It's time to quit with all this talk and time to get you back
to Japan.**

Ranma jumped back in shock. "How the?!"

**Don't speak Ranma, use yer mind to talk to me, that way you wont look
like a freak when
we converse. Unless you want everyone to think your more weird then you
already appear
to be.**

Ranma though on this for a minute, talk with his mind? This was to weird.
**Can you hear
 me?** Ranma tried with his thoughts.

**Of course I can Ranma. Now, it's time.** With that Neishou Waved his hand
across
Ranma's face causing everything around him to turn a bright white color.

-#-

Ranma opened his eye's to find himself standing outside the dojou. *Was
that all a dream?*
He thought himself, trying not to think out loud incase it wasn't, not
wanting to trigger a smart
remark from Neishou. 

He stepped inside without knocking and expecting Kasumi to show up with a
happy cheerful 
greeting. 

"Oh hi Ranma! Glad to see your back" A voice unlike Kasumi's rang into
Ranma's ear's.
He turned to see who..

"Nabiki? Umm.. Glad to see you too." What was going on? Nabiki wasn't
usually so nice
to Ranma. *I have a bad feeling already.*

**Oh you should Ranma** Neishou's voice echoed into his head. **You may or
may not 

be to happy with _why_ she is being so nice. Just look at the way she's
standing there 
smiling at you. Of course.. If I were you. I'd be rather happy and take
advantage of the
situation.

**Well your not me. And don't be stupid, Nabiki just probably wants
something.. That's all**

**Oh yea Bud, she wants something alright.**

Ranma gulped deeply. "So umm.. Where's pop and Akane?" Ranma noticed
Nabiki's smile 
turn to a quick frown as she tried to keep herself from showing him
something was wrong.

**She's jealous** Neishou intruded.

**Would you stop doing that! I don't even know if this is all real or not.
I mean, you made
me _warp_ here from China and now your trying to convince me that Nabiki..
This is some
kinda illusion your creating.** Ranma argued.

**Okie.. Well, tell ya what, I'll leave ya alone for a couple days. And
when I come back.
You tell me if you still think that way.**

"Thank god he's outta my head." Ranma said not noticing Nabiki still
standing there 
staring at him.

"Who Ranma?" Nabiki asked as she reached for Ranma's hand.

"Uhh no one, what are you doing?" Ranma pulled his hand away from Nabiki's
grasp
eyeing her in wonder.

"I was just gunna lead you to the kitchen where Ryoga and my.. sister are." 

Ranma started off towards the kitchen. "Well I can go myself. I'm not
three, I don't need
you to _lead_ me in there. Sheesh." And he stopped in amazement as he
stared at what he
saw. Not believing it. No it wasn't possible. Akane was feeding Ryoga just
like she did 
when he was P-chan.. But he wasn't P-chan he was a big smiling Ryoga.
"Well, nice to
see you to Akane."

"Oh hi Ranma, if you can't see I'm busy with Ryoga." She pet his head as if
he were still
an animal. "Oh your so cute Ryoga!"

"AHHH!!" Ranma screamed as he face faulted. He quickly stood back up
infuriated. Ryoga
is CUTE?! CUTE!!?!?"

"Of course he is. He's my little P-chan." Ryoga nuzzled his head right on
her chest as she 
continued to pet his head. "I don't see why you always get so jealous Ranma."

Ranma banged his head against the wall.. *This can't be happening.*

Ranma turned and left the kitchen on his way to the stair's on which he
stopped to watch
as Soun rode on Genma's back like he was a horse. He turned to finish his
climb up to
his room.. Or at least what he hoped was still his room just as Kasumi
walked by him with
a straight almost scarey expression. And what was that in her mouth? No..
It couldn't be a..
A.. A cigarette! *Im not in Nerima anymore* He thought to himself.

-#-

He lay back on his Futon in his room. Everything in here was normal at
least. Well, At least 
he thought it was..

"Meow.."

"Yaa!" Ranma yelped as he leapt up and hit the wall with his back looking
around the room.
Just then he noticed a mouse hole half in the floorboards and half in the
wall. He listened.

"Mrooow!"

*Ok.. So there is a cat in the mouse hole. Just great. Maybe it'll die
soon.. I hope.*

Ranma quickly slipped outta his door and over towards the bathing room.
Just before he
could open the door Nabiki was standing before him with towels and a cold
bucket of 
water. "Um, th.. Thank Nabiki. I think." He managed before quickly
snatching the towels
and bucket. He walked in the bathing room quickly slamming the door in the
following 
Nabiki's face.

He pulled his clothes off and poured the cold water over himself to rinse.
His body taking 
it's new form. *I'll be rid of you quickly* He thought to himself as he
stepped in an already
prepared warm bath.

**Ok Neishou.. Im sorry. I think you were right. Maybe this is real. It
seem's real enough
anyways..** Ranma waited for a response. **Come on. I said I was sorry!
Jeez.**

Just then he heard the door open. Fearing the worse he turned around to see
Nabiki with a 
wry smile. "Got you now." She walked towards his clothes, picked them up
and threw them
across the room to where he'd have to get out of the bath naked and walk
over to get them.

*What is she doing? Oh my god no.. No way.. Couldn't be.*


"Nabiki! Come on, stop messing around! Give me back my clothes and get
outta her." he 
said firm enough not to sound too rude.

She walked over to the bathtub, and started to unclothe herself in front of
him. He couldn't 
believe his eyes. This just wasn't happening. So finally he did the only
thing he could think of.

He screamed at the top of his lungs.   

"HELP!!! HELP ME!! PLEASE!" He tried to think of an escape root. He didn't
want her to
see him naked. But he didn't want to see her naked either. I mean this was
his fiancee's sister
for Christ's sake! Just then the rest of her clothes fell to the ground. 

"Alright Ranma. Now your all mine." She stepped into the warm water. And
watched as
he sat wide mouthed. She reached over to him. 

Ranma leapt outta the water stark naked and almost flew over to his clothes
and was off
to his room before Nabiki could even notice he wasn't there anymore. 

Ranma slammed his door hard leaning against it. Just as the meowing started
again. *This
Cant be happening to me!* He thought to himself. *This just cant be
happening!*
He quickly threw on his clothes and went off out the window running towards
Ukyo's 
Restaurant.. **Ok.. Ha, Ha! This is really funny! Now answer me damnit!**

**Ok, ok. Jeez, I thought you wanted me outta your head. So ah, why didn't
ya do it?**
Neishou asked wittingly.

**I've never even kissed a girl! I wasn't about to do.. _That_ you pervert!**

He could hear Neishou's sigh. **Well, I'm off to bed. Don't worry. You'll
like what you
come upon and your friends restaurant. Till tomorrow Ranma.**

Ranma kept running towards Ukyo's not knowing where else to go.. But also
scared of
what he would find. 

To be continued...

Author's note - Well.. This is my first fanfic in around two years now. I
think I've gotten a lot
better. I mean the jump from script to prose is hard enough.. Heh. I know
this is a weird fic.
But it's an idea I got, and I figured I'd go with it. Tell me what you
think but don't be to hard
on me. Till next time. ^_^    

 

-Entomorph
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