Ace Sanchez (email: jsa@fl.net.au,  www: http://jsa.users.fl.net.au/)

This is an alternate reality / parody fic. I've read a lot of fics
which describe Ranma-chan as beautiful. Let's see what happens when
it's done to the max!

Anyway, it's finally done! Here is part 4. As always, C&C will be much
appreciated.

Past or future volumes can be found on my webpage (address on top).

(Standard disclaimer: Ranma 1/2 and its associated characters created
by Rumiko Takahashi.  Blah blah blah, you know the drill. Blah x 100)


Blonde 1/2

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Part 4 "Enter Ryoga, eternally lost or the other four letter word?"


A bell was ringing loudly, the noise and excitement a sharp contrast to
the usual tranquil of the small desert village. People running in the
streets were screaming in fear as they fled from a seemingly unstoppable
wild boar. The huge animal was smashing through stalls and carts as if
they were only cardboard boxes.

One of the frightened villagers suddenly noticed a young man directly in
the boar's path. On his muscular shoulders he carried a heavy looking
travel pack while a red bamboo umbrella was clutched in his right hand.
He had a completely blank expression on his emotionless face. The
sunlight reflected off his glassy eyes in an eerie manner. What was
weird, though, was the constant stream of blood that leaked from his
nose, down his chin and on to his clothing. In fact, his yellow shirt
was mostly red, the back of it dripping blood on to the dusty ground. It
left a long crimson trail behind him, as far as the eye could see.

"You there! Are you stupid or something?" the concerned villager
screamed desperately at the young man. "Run!"

The traveler, however, did not seem to hear him. He continued to walk
directly toward the cloud of dust and danger that was comprised of the
deadly boar. Blood dripped intermittently to add to the long trail he
was making.

"You idiot!" another villager shouted, also noticing him. This one was a
woman. She threw a rock at the young man to gain his attention. The
hard lump of clay shattered as it broke upon the stranger's head. However
it didn't seem to achieve the required response. The man walked forward,
zombie-like, ignoring it.

The first villager began throwing rocks at him too. Soon a whole crowd of
helpful people were throwing a steady rain of granite and stones at the
foolish young man. Despite this, he continued to step closer and closer
to his apparent death.

"Oh forget him!" the woman said, turning around to run away. The boar was
much too close now. "He is deaf and blind! We cannot save him!"

As one, the villagers stopped their hail of rocks and fled, abandoning
the unfortunate stranger to his early demise.

The wild boar suddenly stopped, a few yards in front of the young man. It
sniffed the air, scenting the sweet smell of blood. It seemed to grin, as
only a boar could, through it's razor sharp tusks. It then resumed it's
charge towards the stranger, licking it's chops and grunting.

Suddenly, a strangled moan seemed to come out of the young man's dry
lips. His glassy eyes rolled back into their sockets leaving only the
whites exposed. He toppled forwards just as the boar leaped to gore
him in the throat. Unfortunately for the wild animal, it missed it's
mark. Instead, the boys forehead impacted with the top of its skull as
he fell over. There was an audible crack, then a grunt of pain that was
cut off in mid-squeal.

The villagers hiding behind several buildings grew puzzled at the sudden
silence. They carefully peered around to find the young man lying
facedown atop the still body of the boar.

They hesitantly approached the two unmoving figures, moving an inch at a
time.

"Careful! Boars are notoriously hard to kill! It could still be alive,"
one of them warned. When it became apparent that none of the still
bodies would soon move, and that a fairly large puddle of blood was
beginning to form underneath them, they inched closer. They stopped when
they were only a couple of feet away.

They stood there a while, staring down at them. One of the men grew bold
and leaned forward to study the two bodies closer.

"Is he dead?"

The man straightened as he stood up. "No, he seems only to have passed
out from blood-loss."

"What about the boar?"

"It is dead. Something seems to have cracked its skull. It looks like
the damned creature was instantly killed. Whatever hit it, it was damn
hard."

Another villager, poked at an umbrella that was lying near them, on the
ground. It was so heavy it refused to budge. "The boy must have hit it
with this before passing out."

A woman indicated the huge amount of blood that was collecting in the
small depression underneath the two bodies. "I'll say! Look at all the
blood that came out of the poor thing!"

"No, that's not the boar's blood." The first villager pointed at the
young man's still-gushing nose. "It's the boy's."

A pained sigh came out of the young man's lips. They all turned to look
at him. His eyes slowly opened in confusion revealing dark brown irises.

"You deserve a reward young man! We will heal your nasal hemorrhage, but
tell us what it is that you would desire."

The young man slowly sat up on the dead boar's body. He unwrapped a
yellow and black bandanna from his head and placed it over his nose to
keep the blood from gushing out. "That's okay." His voice came out muted
due to the pressure on his nose. As his mouth opened and closed, the
villagers could see that he had overly developed canine teeth. "I think
it's only my nose-bleed again. You can answer my question though." He
took out a dirty and blood stained map. "W-where is the g- I mean, where
is Furinkan High?"

The woman villager took the map from his hand and looked at it. She was
careful not to touch the bloody parts. "Kami! But this map shows nothing
in this area. It looks more like Tokyo." She handed it back to the young
man, who took it and placed it back into his pocket.

Another villager shouted, "But that's five hundred miles north of here!"

"Very well. Forgive me for intruding." The young man walked off, tightly
clutching the bandanna to his nose.

The crowd of villagers stared at his departing back. "Now that one is
really lost," one of them said, shaking his head.

"Indeed. He's walking south."


~*~*~*~


Another fine day was beginning in Nerima, Tokyo. The sun was shining
through the early morning fog indicating that it would probably be
a fine day. Of course this usually meant nothing with the district's
strange weather habits. What was the most puzzling aspect of this was
that Nerima did have an ordinary weather schedule up until about less
than a week ago.

Outside the Tendo household, in the backyard, a very attractive girl
with the face and body of an angel was sitting down on her knees in
front of a makeshift campfire. Her blond hair, that was loosely tied in
a pigtail at the back of her head, flapped a bit in the morning breeze.
A steel bucket filled with water was suspended above the hot flames of
the small fire. The girl was gently blowing on the flames to make it
burn even hotter in the cold morning. Her open hands were waving the
smoke away from her face.

Another girl, but with long black hair, in jogging clothes stepped out
of the back door. "Ranma, is that you?" she asked curiously, walking
closer. "What are you doing up so early?"

Ranma leaned back, hugging her long slender legs with her arms. "What
does it look like I'm doing, Akane?" she said in annoyance. "I woke up
in girl form again, so I'm heating up some water so I can change back."

Akane frowned at her. "Then why go to all this trouble? We do have hot
water, you know."

"Yeah? Well then, where is this mythical hot water I keep hearing
about, but never see? Whenever I take a bath or use a tap, only cold
ever comes out." Ranma smiled as the water in the bucket began to
bubble, then frowned as she thought about Akane's meddling older sister.
"And who knows where Nabiki's hidden the kettle this time?"

"Stop being so paranoid! We're not trying to conspire to keep you in
that perverted form you like so much." Akane jogged off. "Well, see you
later and clean up the mess when you're done at least," she called
out behind her, not looking back.

"Speak for yourself, Akane!" Ranma looked at her departing back for a
moment before realizing that the water was done. With a cry of joy she
picked up the bucket and upended the hot liquid over her head. She, now
he, felt the familiar change come over his body as it reverted to
normal. Not so much as felt anything physically, but the sense of having
a bigger body and the growing tightness of his singlet and boxer shorts.

He heard something hiss in his hand, then shouted in pain as he threw
away the hot metal bucket. "Stupid Akane, distracting me like that so
that I let the water get too hot," he grumbled to himself.

He stood up and stretched, enjoying the strain of the muscles of his
true form. Lately he'd been staying as a girl too much. Well, never
again! he vowed silently. He walked over to the now-empty bucket resting
on it's side and picked it up. Then he walked over to the koi pond to
fill it up with cold water so he could put out the fire. He carefully
stepped over the slick rocks lining the small pool.

"Oh Ranmaaaa!" Kasumi's cheerful voice called out from within the house.
"Please come and get your clothes."

"Coming!" Ranma replied, looking backwards. Suddenly he slipped on a
mossy rock. Desperately, he tried to regain his balance, waving his
arms around. Just when he thought he was going to make it, he stepped on
another slick stone. That sealed his fate.


~*~*~*~


Inside the laundry room, a thoroughly wet and dripping blonde was
standing. She was looking very confused at the taller woman with long
brown hair.

"What?" Ranma asked, incredulous. In one of her slender hands was a tiny
red shirt that seemed small enough for a child. In the other she held a
pair of black trousers of about equal size.

Kasumi looked at the overly attractive young girl with an apologetic
expression on her kind face. "I'm very sorry, Ranma, but all your clothes
seemed to have been ruined." She placed the basket of wet clean clothing
she was holding on a nearby stool and turned around to place more from the
washing machine. "I just don't understand it. I was very careful not to
use hot water but they seemed to have shrunk in the wash anyway."

Ranma lowered herself to her knees on the ground in shock. "B-but, but,
I thought we didn't even have hot water around here?" She began rooting
through another basket of the dried clothes but only succeeded in finding
more shrunken clothing.

"Oh, whatever gave you that idea? Of course we have hot water here,
Ranma."

Ranma grimaced as she came up with another one of her shirts, this one
blue. It seemed even smaller than the other ones. "Then how come
whenever I go to use it, there's never any? I turn on the hot water tap
and brrrr, only cold comes out." She threw the shirt back into the
basket in disgust. "And I still can't figure out the reason why I always
wake up in the morning in this dumb form."

Kasumi turned to give her a pitying glance. "I just don't understand it
either," she replied, shrugging her right shoulder to loosen the long
brown pony tail she wore. She lifted up another of Ranma's shirts by its
tiny sleeves from the washing machine. She sighed. "They're so cute
though ..."

The blond girl sitting on the floor of the laundry leaned back against
the wall and sighed also, but in exasperation. With one last effort, she
reached into the basket and pulled out another shirt. "Hey, this one
isn't shrunk so much!" she said happily. She stood up and ripped off the
singlet she was wearing to try it on. She desperately squeezed into the
black shirt. Grunting and holding her breath in, she then began closing
the little yellow ties to close the shirt up. She cursed out loud,
earning a disapproving look from Kasumi, when she accidentally pinched
one of her breasts. But finally she got it on. It was a tight fit, and
she could hardly breathe, but she could wear it!

Kasumi looked at her with an odd expression on her face. "I don't think
it would be such a good idea to wear that to school, Ranma," she said
shaking her head sternly.

"Why not?"

Soun stepped into the room. "Kasumi! When are you going to start break-"
He took one look at the tight shirt emphasizing Ranma's firm bust and
started giggling wildly. He ran forward to try to glomp her, But Ranma
ducked on her back and launched him overhead and out the open door with
her foot. A second later, a splash was heard, followed by sounds of
someone crying loudly.

"I see what you mean." She stood up and untied the yellow strings before
squeezing out of the tight shirt. She put her singlet back on. "It
probably wouldn't have fit if I was in guy form anyway. I don't suppose
you have any clothes a guy could wear, Kasumi?" At her blank stare,
Ranma shrugged. "No, I thought not."


~*~*~*~


"Oh come on, Akane! Don't you have a guy's shirt or pants in there?"
Ranma tried to step into her room, but Akane blocked the blond girl
from entering by stepping in her way.

"No, I do not!" Well, she did, but she wasn't going to lend anything to
that pervert!

Ranma tried to step the other way, but Akane anticipated her and
moved sideways to prevent her from entering. Ranma blinked her bright
blue eyes in the cutest manner possible, but Akane just frowned at her,
the act not working.

"But, a tomboy like you, must have some guy's clothes!" Ranma shouted in
annoyance.

Akane's eyes narrowed, the dark irises beginning to turn a distinct red
hue. She picked up a handy blunt object and hefted it in her hands.
"What did you say?"

Ranma slapped her hand over her mouth and backed away in panic. "I-I
didn't mean what I said!" Her blond pigtail stood on end as Akane,
deathly silent, began to approach her. "I-It's just that you're such a
macho chick and I was sure that-" She was cut off in mid-sentence by the
massive Britannica Encyclopedia smashing into her face. The slight,
but voluptuous, blond girl flew backwards before rebounding off the
wall. She landed on her stomach, hands outstretched with index and
pinkie fingers extended. Akane then kicked the unconscious form with her
foot for good measure.

She huffed in satisfaction before marching back into her room and
slamming the door closed.


~*~*~*~


"Come on Pop! Don't you have any other clothes besides that old brown
gi you always wear?"

Genma looked at his son who was disgracefully a girl at the moment. He
frowned. "Brown? You colourblind, boy? This is a white gi!"

Ranma leaned forward and stroked the gi he was wearing with her finger.
She studied the long white streak that she made. "You're right, it is
white," she said, wiping the brown grime off her fingertip with a
tissue. "Forget I asked you anything."

"I've got some spare underwear you can borrow if you want."

Ranma shuddered.


~*~*~*~


"Mr. Tendo, do you have any clothes I could borrow for school today?"

"Waaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Ah, Forget it." Ranma turned to walk back into the house, carefully
stepping over the pond rocks.


~*~*~*~


"Nabiki! I'm desperate! I'm so, so, so very, very, very sorry for
getting you into trouble with Kuno!"

Nabiki was lying down on her stomach on her bed. She was resting her
face in her palms, elbows braced on the mattress. Not because it was
her preferred position, but because her bottom still felt like it was
on fire. She gave the boy-turned-beautiful-girl a malicious grin.

"Really now." Her voice was sarcastic. "And just what is it that you
want my dear Ranma-chan?"

"Don't call me that - I mean, err, you can call me that if you want.
But do you have any clothes that a guy could wear to school? All my
clothes were ruined in the wash."

And just how did that happen? Nabiki chuckled to herself as she
remembered sneaking into the laundry after Kasumi had left yesterday.
Outwardly, she assumed a stern expression on her face. "And why should I
help a vengeful little girl like you?"

"I said I was sorry! What more do you want me to do?"

Nabiki told her.

"But that, that's disgusting! I won't do it!"

Nabiki raised her brows and waited.

After a pregnant pause, Ranma expelled a breath out loudly. "Fine! I'll
do it then! Now where's the clothes?"

Nabiki held out her hand. "Wait! Shake on it. I don't want you bumming
out."

Ranma narrowed her eyes. "I don't break my word Nabiki." But she leaned
over and shook her hand anyway. "Now where's the clothes?" she repeated.

Nabiki slowly slid off the bed feet first, wincing in pain. She hobbled
over to her wardrobe taking small steps as Ranma followed eagerly.
Nabiki opened it and grabbed something within by their coat hangers and
handed it to her. Ranma's eyes widened. "There you are, my dear
Ranma-chan. It's a spare one I grew out of."

"B-but this is the Furinkan girl's uniform!" Ranma said in disgust,
holding the blue dress with an outstretched arm, as far as she could
get it away from her. "You welshed on our deal!"

Nabiki folded her arms. "I did no such thing," she said in a no-nonsense
voice. "A guy could wear that. He just wouldn't want to."

Ranma extended her arm back, ready to throw the clothes out of the
window. "But I wanted some guys clothes so that I can finally end this
girl farce and attend school as a boy! I'm not wearing it!"

"Then what are you going to wear to school? There is an assembly today
and it's compulsory to attend so you can't skip out. And I know that I
was your last option." She grinned.

"How did you know that?" Ranma asked suspiciously, lowering her arm. Was
Nabiki spying on her?

"Seriously, would you have come to me first?" Nabiki tipped her head
back and laughed evilly as she went to sit down. "Ha ha ha ha ha! -
Ow! Damn that Kuno-baka!"


~*~*~*~


Genma took one look at Ranma and blanched, turning away immediately,
fighting for control. "Boy, you are not wearing that," he said in his
most solemn voice. "Have you no shame? Ranma, you break your father's
heart!"

Ranma bopped him on the head with the heel of her palm. "If it wasn't
for your stupid idea to go to Jusenkyo in the first place, I wouldn't
be in this mess!" She picked him up and viciously drop-kicked her
father out the door and into the pond. No mean feat since he was taller
than her when she was in girl form.

Akane walked into the room. "So Ranma, did you find any clothes to
wear - Holy Kami! What the heck are you doing, you pervert?!"

She stared at the too-beautiful girl. Ranma was in the Furinkan girls
school uniform! It seemed that it was a couple sizes too small to boot.
This resulted in the skirt showing a bit more leg than was normal, the
hem rising a few more inches above the knee. The tightness of the dress
emphasized the blond girl's voluptuous curves and slender body to full
effect. Akane looked at Ranma's chest fully expecting the tight material
to burst or something. If she looked carefully, she could even see the
bumps formed by her nipples. Akane blushed at the hentai thought.

"Look, I tried to find something different! I swear! I wanted some guys
clothing so that I can finally come to school in my proper form. But no
one had any! At least Nabiki had -some- clothing for me."

The blood heating Akane's face began to make her feel dizzy. As a result
she didn't even hear what Ranma just said in her defense as she focused
on one thing. "Y-You aren't even wearing a bra! You look like a tramp!"

"Hey! I draw the line at wearing a bra! I'm a guy, damn it and no one
better forget it. Even if I do look like this." A smirk appeared on her
full lips. "What are you worried about anyway? Jealous?"

"J-Jealous?!" Akane spluttered, her eyes widening.

Ranma lifted her arms to place her hands behind her head. She struck an
arrogant pose. "Yeah, you can't be happy now that you're not the most
popular girl in school anymore."

That struck a painful chord within her. Akane couldn't care less about
all those other boys, but the one person she liked was another story.
Although she always knew she never had a chance with him, it seemed so
ironic that Ranma's outstanding female form won him over anyway. To wipe
the unpleasant thoughts from her mind, she fell back on her anger. There
was a lot of it.

"And you are, Ranma?" Akane said furiously. "You're not even a real
girl! Just some sick pervert who enjoys guys getting the hots over him!"

Ranma lowered her hands, blue eyes flashing. "Then that's even more
embarrassing! Being dumped over by a girl who's not even real!"

"Why you, you ..." Akane grabbed her heavy book bag and began to stalk
the taunting girl.

Ranma realized she had gone too far. "A-Akane, I'm sorry! I didn't mean
it!" The furious dark-haired girl continued to move forward with hostile
intent. "Eeep! Time for school!" She picked up her backpack hurriedly
and slipped it on as she ran into the hall. However, she was not fast
enough. Akane's heavy bag, full of books, impacted her on the back of
the head sending her flying out the front door.

Akane stomped back into the dining room, her temper still running hot.

Her eldest sister stepped into the room with a tray of food. "Breakfast
is ready!" Kasumi called out. Looking around the empty room, save Akane,
she grew puzzled. "Where is everyone?"

Nabiki walked in also, dressed in her school uniform. "Looks like
Ranma's already left and if you look out that window, that's where
Daddy and Mr. Saotome is."

Kasumi and Nabiki looked outside and sure enough, there was a drowned
looking panda floating on the surface of the pond. Their father
was also in the water, standing waist deep and still weeping.


~*~*~*~


Cows were grazing on the green grass somewhere in Hokkaido. The same
young man with the yellow and black bandanna was walking through. He
was still walking zombie-like with a glassy look in his eyes.

A man with milk buckets ran up to him. "You there! You are polluting
my field!" He pointed to the long trail of blood behind the young man.
It was all smeared with messy red clots, ruining the grass.

"Hey! I was talking to you!" The boy was walking away from him! The
farmer dropped his buckets and ran up to him. He slapped the young
man's face. "Ouch! That felt like slapping rock!" he shouted, holding
his hand in pain. It worked though, as the stranger seemed to come out
of his stupor. He took off one of his many bandannas and held it to his
nose.

"W-Where is Furinkan High school?" He took out a map and offered it to
the farmer.

The farmer grumbled, and took the map. He wiped his bloody palm on the
back of the piece of paper, then studied it. "Well, if that's Tokyo on
the map, it's five hundred miles south of here."


~*~*~*~


"Oh man, that violent tomboy!" the blond girl in the blue dress was
muttering. She rubbed the back of her head with one hand while the
other held on to the strap of her backpack. She was walking on the fence
ignoring a couple of male passerby's staring at her long shapely legs.
At the moment there were only two lust stricken boys walking on the
ground, following her. So she couldn't be bothered dissuading them
physically yet. It was fortunate, though, that it was earlier than usual
or there would have been a lot more people following her.

Her stomach grumbled cutely. "And I haven't even had breakfast yet!" she
wailed miserably. Although she probably did deserve it, saying mean
things to Akane like that. It was her damn temper. She wasn't usually
like this, but ever since they had come to stay at the Tendo's her state
of mind was walking on a thin line above a pit of anger. It was Akane.
There was just something about that girl that brought out the worst in
her.

She sighed as she lowered her arms, placing them behind her back. She
looked up at the azure sky as she walked atop the fence. She was
thankful at least, that it was a fine day. Although, it didn't much
matter now, since she couldn't turn back into a guy anyway. Not since
she had to wear this dumb dress. She frowned as she remembered what
Nabiki had weaseled her way into getting her to do. No, she would not
even think about it yet. It would just make her more depressed.

She looked down at her dress, eyes narrowing as she inspected it fully.
Earlier, she hadn't gotten a chance to check herself out properly in
the mirror because of her father interrupting, and then Akane. Now that
she got a good look at herself, she had to admit that their reactions
were exactly what she would have expected. She had never worn a dress
before, always preferring to wear guy's clothing even when she was in
female form. This uniform made her look different, even more like a
girl. She had never felt that she was truly female before, but wearing
this, it was impossible not to. She did not feel the same. Although the
tight, constricting bodice squeezing her breasts didn't help one bit.
This was ridiculous! Boys were -not- supposed to have breasts!

"E-Excuse me, Miss Ranma?"

Ranma refused to look at the boys following her. "Don't call me 'Miss'.
Hey wait a minute!" She looked down at them. "You know me?" Come to
think of it, they were in the navy blue boys uniform of Furinkan High.
And the Band-Aids on their faces did indicate they were in that group
that foolishly tried to camp outside the Tendo house. Before she had
taught them a lesson as her 'alter-ego' Ryoga Hibiki. She was still
congratulating herself on that ingenious idea. Except it didn't seem
to work exactly to her satisfaction. Having a tough boyfriend was
supposed to 'persuade' them not to bother her. Actually, looking at the
boy's school uniform was beginning to give her a wicked idea ...

"I-I'm Hiroshi, and this is Daisuke." He indicated his friend who had
a bit darker brown hair than he himself had. "We overheard you about
being hungry, so on the way, w-we bought you some f-food." He
hurriedly grabbed a bowl and chopsticks from his friends. "H-here."
He gulped nervously.

Ranma's blue eyes widened in surprise and even pleasure. Her mouth
watered hungrily. She stopped walking and squatted down to grab the
offered food quickly, even desperately. "Thanks a lot guys!" She stood
up embarrassed. After a slight pause, she ran off along the fence,
gobbling the food down quickly as she went. No, she couldn't steal their
boys uniforms, it wouldn't be right. It would be something her poor
excuse of a father would try to do.

The two friends watched the shapely figure run off for a while before
she turned a corner and ran out of sight.

"Holy heck! Did you see her tits when she squatted down, Daisuke?"
Hiroshi bubbled in lust, looking at his friend who was still wide-eyed.
"And those legs! They go on forever! Damn, that Ranma Saotome is one
fine girl! I wanna murder that Hibiki!"

Drool was pouring out of Daisuke's mouth splattering the sidewalk with
saliva. "Y-Yeah ... I think I'm in love too, man ... But did you see
what she was wearing under that skirt though?" He closed his mouth and
looked back at Hiroshi puzzled. "I think they were boxers."


~*~*~*~


Ranma managed to get to school about half an hour early. As such, there
weren't many students there yet. Except for one severely annoying
individual.

"Golden One! I have punished the insufferable mercenary! Would thou date
with the Blue Thunder now?"

Ranma leaped and kneed him in the head, sending him backwards through a
tree, snapping it in two. She shouted, "How dare you attack my Nabiki!"
then ran into the school building.

Kuno sat up with a groan and rubbed his face. He swatted some of the
leaves fluttering around in the air with his free hand. "I do but think
she begins to warm towards me. But that evil-spawn-of-the-devil-girl
must still be trying to possess her! She will be punished!" He laughed
insanely.


~*~*~*~


Akane sighed as she walked to school. That pervert! She wished that
Ranma had never come here in the first place. In under a week, he had
turned her whole life upside down. She still couldn't believe that the
jerk was her fianc�! Not counting that disgusting curse, he still had
nothing to recommend him. The one exception was that he was pretty
handsome, but Ranma's female appearance put the truth to the saying
that beauty was only skin deep. People were so shallow, judging by
appearances like that.

But she had to admit, looking at the front of the school empty of boys,
that there were some advantages. None of the boys bothered her anymore,
especially that weirdo, Tatewaki Kuno. Hah! Now only Ranma would have
to put up with the poetry spouting moron, she thought evilly.

As she walked up the pathway leading to the school's front doors, a
tall girl suddenly blocked her way. More girls appeared in the
background with hostile expressions on their faces.

"Akane Tendo," the tall girl said ominously. She had long brown hair
worn in a ponytail halfway down her back. She was dressed in flowing,
pink kendo robes. Her green eyes were flashing angrily as she flexed a
well-muscled but shapely arm. Akane recognized her as a girl in the
year above her.

"What is it, Yuriko?" Akane asked, puzzled. She didn't have any quarrel
with these girls before.

"So you've been hounding Ranma, ay? Our spies have foretold! As captain
of this school's lesbian-kendo club, we demand that you stop acting so
familiar to the beauteous Ranma Saotome!" Yuriko unsheathed a wooden
bokken from her back and swung it down angrily.

Akane stepped backwards in shock. "W-what?! What are you talking about!"
She didn't know Furinkan had a lesbian-kendo club. She didn't even know
they existed! In panic, she didn't pay attention to what she was saying.
"But he's my fianc�, it's not like I can avoid him!" She slapped a hand
over her mouth as she realized what she had just stupidly said.

"Fianc�? There is no way that a macho uncute tomboy like you could ever
snag an exceptionally feminine rose of the sun that is my Golden
Flower!" Yuriko shouted in shock. "I will not allow it! We will not
allow it! Girls attack!" They all charged forward.

Akane lowered into a battle stance and waited for them to come.


~*~*~*~


Later in classroom F, the teacher looked at the room full of students
and sighed. All was back to normal, with the male students seated at
their proper desks. Although they all looked a bit worse for wear with
numerous bandages visible on vital places on their bodies. Despite their
obvious injuries, their ability to lust and ogle seemed unaffected. The
new student, Ranma Saotome was, as usual, attracting many stares. What
was puzzling, though, was that even a couple of the girls looked a bit
beaten up. Akane Tendo seemed to be nursing her sore knuckles.

"So, the boys have finally decided to show up. I trust you all have an
excuse for being absent yesterday?"

One by one, each of the boys walked over to her table at the front of
the classroom and placed an envelope on it. The teacher picked up one
of them and opened it.

"Let's see now, Hiro Fushigura, reason for absence, 'attacked by a
maniac named Ryoga Hibiki'." She picked up another one and opened it.
"Hmmm, let's see, 'Ryoga Hibiki beat me up'."

"Arm needed to be set because of a psycho, Ryoga Hibiki."

"A monstrously large boy with dark hair named Ryoga Hibiki kicked me
over a house and when I landed, I broke a rib."

"Hibiki Ryoga sent our son to the hospital. Please find this violent
boy and punish him."

"A bully shoved a tent pole up my .... ahem ..." The teacher fanned her
suddenly hot face with her hand. "He called himself, Ryoga Hibiki." Her
eyes were so wide open it seemed as if they would swallow her face. She
continued to read all of them out loud.

Ranma stood up, angry and defensive. "Hey! They attacked me, I mean,
Ryoga first! It's not his fault!" she shouted, cutting off what the
teacher was saying.

The teacher dropped the paper she was about to read and looked at Ranma
strangely. She didn't reealize it earlier but Ranma was in the girls,
blue school uniform. Usually the pretty girl was wearing those boyish
Chinese style shirt and trousers. The dress made the young woman seem
even more feminine and attractive if that was possible. "I see you have
finally heeded the school dress code, Miss Ranma Saotome."

Ranma blushed and sat down. "This is only for today because I didn't
have anything else," she mumbled. All the boys sighed as they looked at
her red face. She was so cute!

Akane just looked straight ahead at the blackboard furiously. Stupid
pervert! And that idiot had now gotten her into trouble of a different
kind, she thought, smoldering in anger. She looked sideways at two of
the girls that she recognized from this morning. She forgave them,
though, because it was Ranma's fault in the first place. Then she
realized that the rest of the girls were stiff with anger like herself.
She blushed, thinking that if anyone looked at her, they would think
she was jealous of Ranma too.

"And who is this violent boy, Ryoga Hibiki to you, Miss?" the teacher
continued.

"Hey, call me Mister-" Ranma looked down at the dress she was wearing and
gulped. "I mean, that's okay, you c-can call me that now." She laughed a
strained laugh. "Anyway Ryoga is my b- ... ummm my ..." Ranma's face was
beet red. "He's my ..." She mumbled something unintelligible.

"I'm sorry? I didn't hear that Ranma."

"He's my boyfriend, okay?" Ranma shouted.

All the boys stood up, shocked. "Then it's true? That guy is your
boyfriend?!"

Ranma's red, hot face flushed even more. She felt like steam was going
to pour out of her ears any moment now. She gave a very slight nod.

"Yay! Now we all got a chance to snag a boyfriend again, now that she's
taken!" the girls shouted, overjoyed. However the couple that were
sitting down with band-aids on their face, besides Akane, just
whispered silently to each other with smoldering looks.

All of the boys wailed pitifully. "Then we have nothing left to live
for!" they shouted. There was a sudden rumble of struggling bodies
rushing to the windows and opening them.

The teacher lifted up a hand. "Stop!" The boys looked back, a little
scared. Their sensei could be very intimidating when she wanted to be.
"There will be no suicide attempts during my period!"

One boy swung one of his legs back off the window sill. "Awwwww! That's
not fair, Sensei!"

Akane just looked at Ranma with a furious expression on her face.
"What's this about a boyfriend? I didn't know you could get any more
perverse than you were before, but I was wrong!"

Ranma waved her off. "I-I'll explain later, I promise, Akane!"


~*~*~*~


A young man wearing a yellow and black headband was walking along the
street. He sighed as he shifted the large travel pack on his shoulder
and looked at the grimy map in his hands again. At this rate, he would
never find Furinkan High school! Then his spirits lifted as he saw a
group of guys sitting at the outer table of a restaurant. He thought
it a bit weird that a lot of them had casts on their hands and bandages
stuck to their faces.

"Excuse me, but where is Furinkan High school?"

They all turned and looked at him curiously. "You look familiar. Do we
know you?"

The young man scratched the back of his head underneath his bandanna.
"I guess it's possible." He laughed a little sadly. "After all I meet
so many people in my travels. My name is Ryoga Hibiki."

All the boys suddenly stood up with angry looks on their faces. "Yeah,
I thought I knew you!" one of them shouted. "Don't think you can
disguise yourself with that stupid bandanna!" They rushed forwards with
hostile intent. "Stacks on!" they shouted and all jumped on the
surprised young man.

A second later, the mountain of boys suddenly exploded in all
directions. They were sent flying everywhere, some through the windows
of the restaurant, some across the street and into another shop and some
just straight up into the stratosphere. At the center of the place where
the pile of boys were a second ago stood a very angry young man.

"No one insults my bandanna!" the real Ryoga Hibiki shouted.


~*~*~*~


It was lunchtime and Ranma and Akane were sitting outside on a bench in
the school grounds.

"So you see," Ranma said with her mouth full, "I made up the name, Ryoga
Hibiki, and gave it to my male side. Then I pretended to be my own
boyfriend. Pretty smart, huh?"

Akane twirled one of her chopsticks around her finger. "That was stupid
Ranma. I can't believe how dumb you are."

Ranma spat out the food she was chewing. "Hey!"

"Did it even work?" Akane asked sarcastically. She pointed to the crowd
of boys trying to spy on them from a nearby bush.

"Well ... maybe you have to wait a while before the knowledge that I'm
unavailable trickles to their brains."

"Seeing as they are boys, the knowledge will have to trickle the other
way down to their, you-know-whats," Akane replied, using the chopsticks
to pick up a piece of food and place it in her mouth.

They spotted two girls walking up to them. Akane placed the bowl of food
she was holding on to the bench and stood up. "Well Ranma, I'm heading
off. My friends are here."

One of the girls motioned for Akane to wait. "Hang on, Akane. You
haven't introduced us to your new friend yet. We want to meet the girl
who's taken Furinkan by storm." She smiled.

Akane sighed. "Okay then, this is Ranma." Ranma stood up, still chewing
something from the bowl of food she was holding. "He, I mean, she is
just living with my family so it's not like we're real friends or
anything." Akane indicated one of the girls. She had medium length brown
hair that she wore loose. "This is Sayuri." Then she nodded to the other
girl, who also had brown hair, but set in a short pony tail. "And this
is Yuka, of course."

Yuka giggled. "Well, to make you feel better, Ranma, we don't care about
all the boys liking you." Ranma blushed as she swallowed. "We think it's
pretty funny actually."

Sayuri agreed. "Yeah, and it's fun how all the so-called popular girls
are spewing now that they've been knocked off their throne by a
newcomer." She looked at Akane worriedly. "Of course we don't mean our
good friend, Akane, but those other stuck up bitc- I mean girls."

Akane laughed nervously then motioned to them to get going. "Well,
Ranma, since I don't feel hungry anymore, we'll just head on over to
the school assembly a bit early."

"Yeah, that's okay, Akane. I'll just finish my food," Ranma replied,
sitting back down. "I'm still starving from this morning since Hiroshi
and Daisuke didn't give me nearly enough. I'm a growing boy, I mean,
girl, heh heh." She lowered her chopsticks to grab another piece of food
from her bowl.

Sayuri and Yuka got concerned looks on their faces. "That wouldn't be
the two boys in your class would it?"

Ranma looked up, puzzled. "Yeah. What's the deal with them?"

"They're two of this school's worst lechers," Yuka warned, tugging her
brown ponytail worriedly. "They're second only to Kuno, so you better
watch out."

Ranma laughed confidently, brushing a lock of blond hair from her eyes.
"Don't worry about it. I can take care of myself."


~*~*~*~


Ranma stealthily ducked behind another tree. She popped her head out
and looked side to side, her blond pigtail swishing. "Sheesh! I
finally lost them," Ranma sighed. "Those boys are harder to unstick
than overcooked rice on a wok."

She began walking to the courtyard where the assembly was being held.
As she walked, Ranma looked down at her legs moving so strangely in
the dress. "Damn I hate this skirt!" she complained. "I can't walk
properly in the damn thing, I have to take these stupid little steps."

Ranma began to hear the sounds of many people talking. Oh, good, she
thought. The assembly must be right around this building. As she
walked around the large structure to the place of the assembly, she
felt hot liquid wetting her hair from above. "What the hell?" 'he'
now shouted, looking up. There was an open window high up on the
building, which suddenly slammed closed. Then he looked down at the
really tight dress he was wearing which had ripped in a few places.
"Holy heck! he shouted as he realized that he was a guy in a -girl's-
dress! Then he began to get an ominous feeling, but he didn't quite
guess what that meant for a few moments. His throat suddenly
constricted when he realized what it was.

It was deathly silent. Up until a second ago it was noisy with the
sounds of many people talking. He looked up, dreading what he would
see.

In front of him, the whole school of students was standing in front of
a large platform where the teachers were sitting. Every single head was
turned towards him. On each face, there was an expression of shock and
horror. Eyes were widened to the maximum they could lift their eyelids.
Mouths had dropped open so far, they didn't seem quite attached to their
heads.

Ranma froze up in fear. He couldn't move his legs no matter how much he
wanted them to move. He pathetically tried to hold a rip closed on the
dress. All it accomplished was that it tore even more.


~*~*~*~


Nabiki looked outside the window of the chemistry lab on the third
floor. She smiled as she played with a warm, but empty beaker in her
hands. She leaned over and switched the gas to the bunsen burner off.

"Ahhhh," she sighed. "Revenge is always sweet."

She sat down, then stood up again very quickly. "Damnit!" she
complained. "I always forget about that," she said, rubbing her sore
bottom.


---- End of Part 4.

To be continued in Part 5 (Of course).



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I really hoped to have Ranma and Ryoga's first meeting in this chapter
but it was getting too long (the longest part yet! I'm trying to keep to
about a maximum of 40 Kb for each part), so I'll have to continue it in
the next part. I hope nobody's too disappointed.

Oh yeah, if anyone would plough through this thing for grammar and word
structure and find any glaring mistakes, please tell me. I'd be
eternally grateful. (I'm still working on my prose skills). Any spelling
mistakes that somehow got by my eyes and trusty spell checker can be
pointed out too. (I really should get an expert pre-reader ...)

Still, I hope everyone who read this, enjoyed it ^_^.

Cya!

Ace Sanchez. jsa@fl.net.au