Jurai-Knight wrote:

Chapter 2: Memories of Me

        Ranma shuts down power to his equipment, bemused by his
sudden ability at athletics.   He knew he didn�t have the sheer
physical abilities of the other Ranma, but he was in fair shape from
the rigors of his mandatory physical education course.   *The
Empire believes in strong minds in strong bodies.*

OK, fair enough.  It would have worked better if you'd included a gym
scene showing his previous performance in the first chapter though, 
although you'd have to stretch out the time line a little to do it.
In fact having him get trashed by Akane in that context would be better 
than the petty bullying you actually showed.

alternate lives.   *I wonder if any of my own skills have been
transferred to the other Ranma.   The endless possibilities for
cross-universal learning are astonishing.   If that�s so, I may just
have made a dumb jock into a scholastic genius.*   He grins at the
thought.

        He glances at his watch as he piles his books into his bag.
Finishing quickly, he throws a cover over the computer and the
small pile of equipment next to it.   Hefting the bag, he unlocks the
lab door and opens it.   His mind was full of ideas for where to go
next with his experiments.   *Do I return to that quantum line, use

Tense confusion.  And actually, I think you should delete this section 
and go straight into Ranma-jerk's surprise at his sudden scholastic 
achievements.  

one of those already stored in my system, or try for another new
one?   So many choices.*

He could easily drive himself insane.  Just find the level with Ill Met 
By Starlight.  

        He locks the door behind him, and pockets the key.   It was
time for final period for the day, and he didn�t want to be late.   He
planned to return early in the morning, before first period, to try
another session.   He couldn�t keep the grin off of his face as he
walked up the stairs.

Tense confusion.

        Physical education was an unpleasant surprise for Ranma
when he first arrived at the school several months ago.   His father
had made little efforts to keep Ranma up to accepted Imperial
standards for a youth of his age while they were out traveling.
Because of this, it had taken months of pain and sweat to build his
physique up to tolerable levels.   His coordination was good, but his
strength and stamina had been well below par.   Akane was among
those who had enjoyed taunting the �weakling� for those many
months.

        Today, as he put on his workout uniform, things felt different.
He found himself moving differently, as if something had changed
in his brain.   Today was hand-to-hand sparring, which happened
once each week, partners chosen by random lot.   He hoped and
prayed that he didn�t draw Akane again, who was also in his co-ed
class.   More than any other girl, she seemed to take some large
measure of satisfaction in beating him up when the instructors
weren�t watching them too closely.   His male classmates were
somewhat sympathetic, but that was a small comfort.

        After initial warm-up drills, he finds himself facing an
attractive girl his age who seemed somewhat familiar, but he had

Tense confusion.

never seen her in class before.   *She must be one of the new
transfers over the semester break.*   One of the two instructors
went down the line, barking out the usual instructions.   As the
class waited for the signal to begin, his opponent studied him with
her cool, gray eyes.   He studied her in return.   She had an
attractive build, and an almost aristocratic poise.   Her long hair
was bound up in a ponytail.

        Their movements became a blur of motion, but the dance was
drawing to its inevitable close.   His fist managed to break through
her guard, and Ranma found himself beginning to get the upper
hand.   He began to wear her down as he dealt her a blow to the
chin, one to the stomach, and another one to the ribs.   Her return
strikes only grazed him, but he found himself breathing harder and
harder.   *My endurance isn�t good enough for a prolonged match.
I have to finish this quickly.*   Without thinking about it, he began
to launch a final sequence of blows that should give him the win.
He was so focused on the fight that he never even thought to
question how he knew that.

Interesting he doesn't have Ranma-jerk's scruples about hitting women.
If Ranma-jerk had been entirely in control, he would have immobilised 
Kodachi instead of punching her.

        Akane swallows a little blood as she feels her jaw, but none of
her teeth seem to be loose.   *Ranma, you _are_ a good fighter.
I�ve been missing a real challenge in my life.   When I saw you
today, it was as if for the first time.   I knew you would be it.*

Hmm.  Is it the case that this Akane just randomly bullies everyone
to see who will fight back?  

        *What a whacked out chick.   Looks like I�m going to have to

More Ranma-jerk slipping in.  Of course that's the tricky thing for 
Ranma-wimp.  It's unlikely he'll lose his learning, but he's likely to 
learn a whole new kind of social ineptitude.

        Ranma sat back and looked at his homework stack.   All of it
was done, and he hadn�t even had any trouble with his math
assignment.   *This is so weird.   Even my English essay looks
better than any other one I�ve done.   Miss Hinako will certainly be
surprised.   I know I am.*   He closed his notebook and flopped
back onto his futon.   His eyes closed as he thought about his day
today.   *Things had changed just before lunch, but what
happened?*

        His thinking was interrupted by a knock at his door.   *It must
be Akane.   Boy, is she in for a surprise.*   He grinned a moment.

        �Come on in,� he called out.

        �Ranma?   Do you need any help with your homework
tonight?�   Akane came into his room.   She took one look at his
relaxed state, and immediately jumped to conclusions.   �Haven�t
you even started?!�

        �I�m done already.�   He smirked at her confused look.

        �That�s ridiculous!   You�ve only been up here a little over an
hour.   I�m only half-way done with mine!   You can�t possibly be
finished!�   She picked up his homework notebook and started to
flip through it, becoming more confused as she found assignment
after assignment already completed.   His handwriting was even
neater.   She looked at Ranma with a stunned look.

Poor Akane.  Her inferiority complex just got new fuel.  

        Ranma skipped down the stairs.   Being done with his
homework so quickly was a relief.   The only thing that slowed him
down was history.   His memories would tell him one thing, but the
textbook in front of him had something different in it.   Every other
subject was easy for him tonight.

Perhaps a better way to do this is for Ranma to think he's done well in 
history and have Akane look at his history homework and realise that his 
history is a little on the bizarre side.  

        �Nothing much,� Nabiki said as she smiled.   �I just need to
borrow your services tomorrow.�

Nabiki might instead say "I'd like to give you a chance to work off your 
outstanding debt tomorrow."

        Ranma was staring out over a valley shrouded in mist.   *I
know this place.   Jusenkyo.   Something terrifying happened to me
here.   Why do I fear this place?*

        �Something bad did happen to me here,� Ranma hears his own
voice speak from behind him.

        �What?�   Ranma turns around to see himself, dressed in a
Chinese-style shirt and black pants.   The other Ranma is standing
in a meditation stance, eyes closed.

What do you mean by a "meditation stance"?

        �Why didn�t you come out when Akane started beating the
hell out of me?�   Ranma took a mirroring position in front of his
other self, his back to the edge of the cliff.

        �I dunno,� the other Ranma shrugged.   �I usually get beaten
by the tomboy, so I guess I�m used to it.�

Of course usually he dodges out of the way unless he feels guilty or is 
distracted...

        �I must be dreaming, but how can I do that if I know I�m
dreaming?�

        The other Ranma shrugged his shoulders again.   �You�re the
brainy one.   I�m just the dumb jock.�   The other Ranma frowned.

        �I�m sorry for calling you that.�   Ranma bowed his head low.

        �You�re me and I�m you, so it�s okay.�   The other Ranma
smiled.

Ranma:  I been called worse...

        �This is the most surreal thing I�ve ever experienced.   Will I
remember this dream when I wake up?�

        �How should I know?   Like I said before, you�re the brainyone.�   The other Ranma sprang back to his feet and began

performing a kata in place.   �You wanted to know about this
place?�
 

       �Yes.   Why do I feel such fear here?�   Ranma shivered as if a
cold breeze blew through him. 
       �Here is where I got cursed to turn into a girl.� 
       �What?�   Ranma blinked for a moment. 
       �Let me show you.�   The other Ranma sprang at him, grabbed
him by the collar, and pitched him over the edge of the cliff. 
       �AAAAAAHHHHHHhhhhhh...�   The screams faded away as
Ranma fell into the misty valley. 
       �He wanted to know the truth, and the truth hurts sometimes.�
The other Ranma smiled. 
       A small geyser of water fountained up from the pool as Ranma
impacted, softer than he was expecting after such a high fall.   The
water tried to force it�s way into his lungs, and he began to struggle
towards the surface.   Something felt strange as he broke the
surface with a loud gasp.   The other Ranma is sitting near the
edge of the pool. 
       �Have a nice trip?�   The other Ranma smirked. 
       �What the hell did ya do that for?!�   Ranma spluttered as his
body floundered in the deep water.   His balance felt all off. 
       �Notice any changes?�   The other Ranma looked at Ranma
about chest level. 
       �What are you...?�   Ranma found he was wearing a white gi,
and he opened the top.   His brain almost shut down as two female
breasts were revealed, and his mind registered that his voice was
suddenly a higher octave. 
       �Oh, sir.   You fall in Spring of Drowned Girl.�   The other
Ranma smirked at him again.   �Now do you get the idea?� 
       Ranma struggled over to the side of the pool, and climbed out.
�I don�t believe this.   This is impossible.   My mass has changed,
and my size.   Physics says this is impossible.�   He opened the gi

On the other hand this _is_ just a dream

top again, and just kept looking at his naked chest in stark
amazement. 
       �It�s magic.   Anything is possible with magic.�   The other
Ranma looked unhappy.   �Anything but cure me.� 
       A steaming kettle appeared next to the other Ranma.   He
picked it up and poured the contents over Ranma.   Ranma felt his
limbs tremble a moment, and then he was his proper self again.
His clothes even changed back to what he was wearing before. 
       �How did this happen to you?� 
       �My stupid father took me to this legendary training ground in
China.   Now he turns into a panda, I turn into a girl, and several
other people I know turn into other things.�   The other Ranma
turned to look out over the valley of pools.   �Life isn�t all bad,
though.   My life is an adventure.� 
       �So where do we go from here?�   Ranma turned to study his
alternate self. 
       �This is your dream.   I�m just memories from a life you never
had to live.   Your life is a lot better than mine is in some ways.� 
       �What do you think will happen when I try the Resonator
again?   Should I try your life again, or try other lives?� 
       �I really don�t know what might happen.   Further exposure
might contaminate both minds with more residue from the other
quantum self.   Some of you is probably left over in the real me, as

A little too technical for the character, don't you think?  
Ranma shrugged, "Hey, it's your funeral, but you could end up really 
messing up your head."

much as I�m here.   We�re both the same person though, aren�t
we?�   Ranma sat down on the path between the pools and cupped
his chin with his hand. 
       �You certainly don�t talk like a dumb jock.�   Both Ranma�s
grinned.   �The strange thing is that I feel like I�m more complete
for having you here.� 
       �Thanks.�   The other Ranma stood up, and the scenery
changed to that of a strange building. 
       �A dojo of some sort?�   Ranma found he was back in a gi, but
the other Ranma remained in his Chinese-style clothes. 
       �We might as well try to do some training of your neuro-motor
abilities while we�re together.   Your mental wiring has already
been affected somewhat by the Resonator, I guess.   That�s the only
reason I can think of why you�d suddenly gain ten years of combat
training in your abilities.�   The other Ranma moved to the center
of the dojo mat.   �Shall we begin?�