Hello all!!! :)
	
I decided to take a break from Possibilities and try something else,
I should get back to Possibilities next week, and maybe this, if
I feel like it, or somebody asks me too.  See what you think.

Notes:
	I didn't create Ranma.  Also if any of the characters seem
OOC, that's because they are.  If you read the whole thing it will
hopefully become clear, or...you can flame me. Oh, one more thing

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Nabiki: Traveler
Chapter 1

	Nerima was quiet.
	In many places in the Multiverse this would not be considered 
unusual. The fortunate individuals  lucky enough to make their homes 
in such  places would think nothing of a whole day where absolutely 
nothing strange happened.  They would not be surprised in the least if 
no long-lost fianc�s were to show up, no galactic battle cruisers were to 
crash into the earth, no common household pets were to begin talking 
to them about ancient space empires, or if they were to fail to meet 
someone with some sort of magic water activated shapechanging 
ability.  On the contrary, in such places old rivals out for blood, alien 
invaders trying to destroy the earth, and androids with the brain of a cat 
are the exception rather than the rule.  
	Nerima, was not one of these places.  Nerima was a center of 
the abnormal; a virtual black hole of  weirdness, that tended to draw the 
strange or unexplainable in, and never let it out, except maybe for the 
occasional vacation.  The fact was, to the typical Nerimite the sounds 
of a life or death fight, magical war, or alien ship arriving to conquer 
the earth were the background noises of life.  Like the hum of the 
engines aboard ship, the sounds of a ferocious battle for the survival of 
the human race simply ignored.  It was expected, almost welcomed.  
For it said to the people, life continues, all is well.
	Thus, the temporary lull that had occurred over the past week 
had put many of the citizens of the city on edge.  There had been no 
mighty, highly destructive fights between martial artists with almost 
inhuman abilities, no maniacal laughter echoing through the streets, not 
even a few unfortunates propelled by forces unknown on a high altitude 
path through the sky.  Something was building. The peace and quite 
could not last, the good people of Nerima simply prayed that, whatever 
it was, it wouldn't cost them too much.
	There wasn't too much longer to wait.  On Saturday afternoon, 
in the middle of one of the busiest shopping districts in Nerima there 
was an almost blinding flash of light.  A few seconds later, a rather 
travel weary warrior collapsed onto the road side.  She wore a jet black 
bandanna which, combined with her short dark brown hair served to 
give her a rather exotic, almost European, look.  On her back was a 
rather heavy looking backpack which seemed to weigh her down 
almost to collapsing.  
	Her clothing was simple yet practical, a dark brown shirt and 
black pants.  On her feet she wore leather traveling shoes bound with 
leg bindings to prevent her pants from snagging on whatever strange 
form of underbrush she happened to encounter.  On her wrist was what 
at first glance appeared to be a watch, but, upon closer inspection 
seemed to have a trifle to many buttons.  
	She was young, sixteen, perhaps seventeen, and had a look on 
her face that could only be described as resigned. Overlaying this, 
however, were the signs of almost complete exhaustion.  All in all, her 
appearance said only one thing about her, she was not your typical 
Japanese citizen.
	She was however, a typical Nerima citizen.  Soon after his 
rather dramatic entrance the people of that fair city could be said to 
breath a collective sigh of relief.  Things were getting back to 
normal.that is, abnormal.  Life resumed, the welcome hum of 
weirdness had returned.
	
	Nabiki looked around.  This was Nerima alright.  At least it 
was here this time.  Cautiously she approached a passing pedestrian.
	"Excuse me," she said exhaustion evident in her voice, "could 
you tell me what planet this is?"  
	The man stared at the strange young girl for an instance then, 
deciding that, for someone who appeared from out of nowhere in a 
flash of light, this was probably a valid question, replied, "The earth."  
Nabiki breathed a sigh of relief.  Ok, so far so good, the name at least 
was the same at least. 
	"And this is Nerima, Japan right?" she continued, trying not to 
sound too hopeful. This wasn't actually a problem, seeing as how the 
only thing she really had enough energy to sound like was tired.
	"Yes," the man responded, cautiously beginning to edge away.
	Nabiki tried to smile as he thanked the man.  She knew better 
than to get her hopes up.  Experience was a harsh teacher, but her 
lessons were not easily forgotten.  The weary traveler quickly pulled 
off her pack, and, after rummaging around for a few quick seconds, 
pulled out small black device, somewhat resembling a calculator 
without any keys.  On the front was a small display with characters 
that, though Japanese, seemed slightly off somehow.  Currently, the 
only text visible on the screen was what seemed to be a some sort of 
command prompt.
	Replacing her pack, Nabiki held the object in her right hand.  
Speaking carefully directly at the box she asked, "Where is the Tendo 
dojo?"  For a second nothing happened, then, suddenly, the prompt was 
replaced by a quick message:
	
	WAIT.EXTRAPOLATING POSITION.

	She waited with the patience of a someone perform a routine 
task, she had used this thing enough times that she almost didn't even 
notice the wait anymore.  Soon another message appeared.

	POSITION CONFIRMED.  TENDO DOJO LOCATION:  
1.56 KM E - 2.65 KM N

	"Direction display," the bandanna clad girl said simply, the 
exhaustion once again evident in her voice.  The text on the device was 
instantly replaced with a large red arrow.  With an air of determination 
Nabiki began to walk in the direction of the arrow, completely ignoring 
the small crowd which had gathered to see the strange girl who talked 
to her calculator.

	Only half an hour later the arrow present on the strange device 
disappeared.  Instantly looking up, the weary traveler noticed the 
building before her.  Fighting a rising hope within, she once again 
placed the small device in her pack.  Carefully walking up to the door 
she knocked.  For a second there was no response, then slowly the door 
opened.
	"Yes, who is it?" the girl at the door asked with only the 
minimal politeness.  Then she saw who was at the door.  And froze.  
The terrified girl blinked her eyes, then shook her head, the slowly 
swallowed. No question, she must have gone completely insane.
	As Nabiki saw the girl she felt the weight of the past week 
come crashing down on her.  Another failure.  This was not her world.  
She was so close though, so very close.  This was the first time there 
had been a dojo, or even the house for that matter.  Home couldn't be 
too far now.  She took a few seconds to look over the girl in the 
doorway.  Young, dark brown hair, wearing a short pants and a casual 
shirt, nothing elaborate, but still quite in style.  Looking into her eyes 
you seemed to get the feeling that this girl was someone to be reckoned 
with, someone who always knew what to do in any given situation.  
Though,  not this one, apparently, as she continued to just stare, 
beginning to tremble violently.
	Nabiki took one more careful look at the girl, then, dropping 
her pack to the ground, and with a deliberate air, slowly bowed.  
Speaking quite clearly, using her final reserves of energy she said, 
"Hello, my name is Nabiki Tendo, glad to meet you."  With that she 
allowed herself to collapse onto the front step of the Tendo home as the 
exhaustion of the past couple of weeks finally caught up to her.

	Nabiki's first thought upon awaking was to wonder why her 
room seemed so messy.  As memory returned she almost cried out.  
This wasn't her room, and this wasn't her house.  With the greatest of 
effort she fought down the urge to weep.  Once again in control, she got 
out of bed, realizing she still wore her traveling clothes.  The others,  
were probably still too nervous to know what to do with her, she knew 
she certainly didn't.  
	Seeing her pack laying across the room she quickly went over 
and began to clean herself up.  Deciding against a shower, she changed 
into her only other outfit, an exact duplicate of the one she had on.  If 
there was one thing she learned from that fang-faced fool it was how to 
pack light.  
	As soon as she felt at least mildly presentable she took a deep 
breath as cautiously headed for breakfast.  Carefully she walked into 
the dinning room, noting how closely this house resembled her 
memories.  There were a few differences, a chair moved, a different 
lamp, larger TV, but nothing truly strange or out of place.  It was 
almost like coming home after a long trip. It wasn't exactly like it had 
been, instead, just changed enough to make her feel as if it was her 
memory that was at fault and not reality.
	Except of course, the other version of herself sitting at the 
dinner table. Not to mention the giant Panda and tiny red head fighting 
over the food.  She stared for a few moments wondering why they 
allowed pets at the dinner table, and why that girl kept calling it `Pop.'  
No one seemed to notice her as she stood in the doorway, reluctant to 
intrude upon what must be a typical morning for the residences of the 
house.
	"Good morning," Kasumi said as she noticed there guest, 
flashing the nervous girl a pleasant smile.  Nabiki tried to return in 
kind, but was doubtful of her success.  Pleasant was one thing she just 
didn't do.
	"Good morning," she said with a formal bow to all present.  
Suddenly everyone looked up as all movement ceased.  A silence 
engulfed the room.  
	"Do you mind if I get some breakfast?" she asked as she 
slowly walked toward the table.  As she approached Akane and the 
other Nabiki quickly, almost frantically, made a spot for her between 
them.  As no one had yet protested her presence she helped herself to 
some rice.  Her travels had taught her to always take a meal when she 
could get it, you never knew when you would get another.  Besides, it 
had been weeks since she'd had some decent food, and anything 
Kasumi made, even rice, was heaven sent compared to the travelers fair 
she'd been living on for so long.
	As she ate the others simply stared at her.  She tried not to feel 
too self conscious, she would probably do the same thing if this 
happened to her.  Heck, she was, at least this version of her.  She 
repressed a shiver, she'd been in a lot of strange places, but sitting at 
the table next to herself was a first.  After about a half minute of silence 
the red headed girl spoke.
	"Who are you?" she said sounding on edge.
	"I'm Nabiki Tendo," she replied evenly as she continued to 
eat.
	"No you're not!  I'm Nabiki Tendo!" her double spoke up 
instantly, seeming very disturbed.
	"Well, I'm A Nabiki Tendo," Nabiki admitted grudgingly.
	"Young lady, you have some explaining to do!" Soun spoke 
up, rather sharply.  Knowing that this could probably go down hill fast, 
the uncomfortable new addition tried to find a way to explain it.  This 
wasn't going to be easy.
	"I'm.well.I'm a traveler," she began, "I got a little 
lost.I.I can't find my world," she finished up rather quickly not 
knowing any way to break it to them gently.
	"Oh dear I'm confused," Kasumi spoke up with a frown on 
her face.  She wasn't sure what was going on, but it was definitely not 
something good.
	"What do you mean YOUR world?" Akane asked, a challenge 
evident in her voice.
	Nabiki again tried to explain, speaking quietly, in an almost 
pleading tone, "I'm Nabiki Tendo from another dimension," she paused 
again as she let her words sink in, "and I'm looking for the way back to 
my original world."  There was another silence as everyone digested 
the implications of what she was saying.
	"So what your trying to say," the Nabiki native to this world 
began, after a minute or two of complete silence, "is that you somehow 
have the power to travel through different the multidimensional paths 
postulated to existed in quantum physics, but somehow, though you 
have attained this power, you either lack the ability to direct it, or else 
you somehow lost the knowledge of the location of your home 
universe."
	Nabiki stared across at.herself.  After a few seconds of 
concentration she was able to figure out just what, exactly, her twin had 
said. (she wondered if this Nabiki was really that much smarter than her 
or she was simply still too tired)  Nervously she nodded an 
acknowledgement, biting her bottom lip as she did so.
	"You mean," the red head began slowly, "that your really 
Nabiki, but from another dimension, only you somehow became a sort 
of world hopping Ryoga," she finished, managing to sound both 
disbelieving and insulting at the same time.
	Trying to restrain her sudden rage Nabiki responded through 
clenched teeth, "I have nothing to do with that stupid, Ridiculous, 
Bumbling!, IDIOT!" she said, her voice slowly building as she spoke 
until she was almost screaming.  Noticing the looks around the table 
she blushed and bowed her head, "Sorry" she said really embarrassed. 
	"Yea, right," Nabiki's twin seemed to have collected herself, 
none of her earlier nervousness was evident.  To Nabiki, she seemed 
almost harsh in her tone.  "What I think, is that this is some new trick 
of Cologne's, or maybe your some sort of demon or clone or 
something.  Your going to need a lot more than your face to prove a 
story like that," as she spoke Nabiki thought she could almost hear fear 
in her double's voice beneath the outer bravado.  This little encounter 
had really shaken the girl up badly.  
	Hesitation for a moment, she responded, "How about this," 
pulling a tiny locket out from underneath her shirt.  She didn't know if 
this world were close enough to her own for this to work, but she really 
didn't have much else to go on.  Proving her story had not been a 
problem she had expected.  The other girl stared for a second, then, 
with shaking hands, slowly reached under her own shirt and removed 
an identical locket.  
	Carefully, almost in unison, the two girls opened the tiny heart 
shaped pendant to reveal a picture of their mother, exactly identical in 
all ways.  Shaking, the other girl, closed her locket and placed it back 
underneath her shirt.  Glancing around with a very disturbed look on 
her face she gave one brief nod, then silently got up and left the table.
	"Oh my," Kasumi, for once, said it all.
	It was almost a full minute before anyone spoke.  Nabiki 
simply sat respectfully in silence waiting for the questions she knew 
would come.
	"So," Akane paused, very unsure of this strange 
interdimensional sibling, "you really are her?"  Nabiki didn't know 
what to say to that.  Once again she simply nodded.
	"Oh, my daughter.  I weep for you!" Soun burst out in tears, as 
he hugged the small girl.  It was his hysterics which served to finally 
break the tension.  Suddenly everyone was talking at once.
	"How do you travel?"
	"What's your world like?"
	"Do you know how to cure this stupid curse?"
	"Would you like some more rice?"
	"Yes please," Nabiki answered Kasumi first, almost desperate 
for more food, more of Kasumi's food.  As her older sister left the table 
Nabiki posed a question of her own.
	"Excuse me, but.I don't know you, could I get your name," 
she asked of the red head across the table.  The girl stared for a second, 
then with a smile held out her hand.
	"I'm Ranma," Nabiki stared in shock.  There was no way.
	"B-But.," she stuttered, her confusion getting better of her 
verbal communication skills, "Ranma's a boy!" she yelled out.
	Ranma stared at her, "You don't know about my curse?" she 
asked surprised.
	"I'm sorry," Nabiki said again once more looking down in 
embarrassment.  This was a great way to introduce herself.  This was a 
different world, of course it wouldn't be impossible for Ranma to have 
been born a girl, and not a boy.  But then, why were the Saotomes here, 
and what did she mean by my curse.
	"I think there is something you need to see," Akane said and 
she and Ranma exchanged a knowing glance, "Wait here," she added as 
she quickly left the table.  Nabiki was really getting confused now.  She 
knew she was missing something but couldn't for all the gold in Jaran 
figure out what it could be.
	"Here you go dear," Kasumi said as she returned with the rice.  
Nabiki thanked her, and deciding  that worries and questions could 
wait, began to eat again.  After she had taken only a few bites, Akane 
returned with a kettle of hot water.  Slowly watching her guest's face 
the whole time she poured the water out over Ranma's head.  
	Nabiki froze.  Where the tiny red-head was there was now a 
young black haired boy, wearing the same Chinese style clothes, and 
with the same braid down the back of his head.  Carefully she placed 
her chopsticks down.  That was.amazing.  
	"How.?" she began not sure of a good way to phrase the 
question.
	"Pop, took me to Jusenkyou without being able to read 
Chinese," as he spoke he switched from speaking to her to the Panda 
sitting next to him at the dinner table.  "Isn't that right Pop?"
	Suddenly something clicked. Nabiki stared at the giant 
panda.eating at the dinner table.with chopsticks.the one Ranma 
had called Pop.  
	"Mr. Saotome?" she asked confident in the response she 
would get.  The large Panda simply gave a quick bow in reply as he 
slowly backed away from his enraged son.  
	"So, how was your rice Nabiki?" Kasumi asked, trying to 
defuse the situation that was rapidly developing between Ranma and 
his pandified father.
	"This is definitely the best breakfast I've had in months," she 
said without the slightest hint of exaggeration.  She had forgotten how 
good her sisters cooking was.
	"Why thank you," the elder Tendo responded, obviously 
pleased, then she added, "but this isn't breakfast, its lunch, you slept 
quite a while you know.  You must have been very tired." Nabiki 
stared, then reflexively glanced down at her wrist.  The chronometer 
said 12:45.  She relaxed, only a bit, a few minutes left, enough to get 
her pack.  She shuddered at what might have happened.  Just a minute 
or two more and she could have lost all her supplies, or maybe even 
gained and traveling companion.
	"Excuse me I have to get my stuff," she said as she bolted 
from the table.  Quickly she found her room, the other Nabiki's room 
actually.  Luckily, her twin wasn't present, Nabiki was sad that she 
wouldn't get to talk to girl, but there wouldn't be any time now.  
Quickly she began to pack her belongings.
"Hey, whatd'ya run out for?"  Ranma asked from behind her.  Surprised 
Nabiki turned quickly to see him standing in the doorway, not five feet 
away.
	"I'm fine, I just needed to get my things.  Thanks," she said 
trying to sound curt but only accomplishing scared.
	"I'll help," he said as he bent down and began to gather her 
things.  Nabiki, deciding that if he was anything like her Ranma the 
fastest way to get rid of him would be to let him help, got her pack set 
up in record time.  Quickly shouldering her burden she gave him a 
quick smile.
	"Great thanks a lot," she said rapidly, "I'm all done now," she 
couldn't believe how annoying Ranma could be at times.  There were 
only seconds left to go, she had to get away from him.  
	"Hey wait, there's a flap untied," he said and before she could 
protest he grabbed the offending pocket and began to tie it.  Suddenly, 
there was a blinding flash of light, and the world disappeared from 
around them...	

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There you go.  What do you think?  Should I keep it up or go onto to other
things?

Part of the reason I wanted to write this was because of an incredible
desire to use all of those cool worlds that everybody's allready done but
I missed out on.  (i.e. split Ranma, Inverted Genders, any crossover, etc.)
and this might be a cheap way to write them all. 

Thanks for the read.

					Cat (Lesser God of Ryoga Fanfics)
					travis.mcintosh@student.oc.edu