Switching Heirs:
An Altered Destiny

By: Dreiser

-Ten-

	Tendo Soun watched with certain amazement as the large 
gang of martial artists stormed out of the dojo on their way to school. 
He was beginning to question the actual size of his property. It was a 
miracle they all managed to live together peacefully. That last event he 
owed to Kasumi who had a calming effect over every living creature, 
including the wild wards of their dojo. There was also Nodoka who 
instilled a certain respectful fear into the reckless youths with a mere 
touch to her katana. With a sigh Soun thought of his recent 
conversation with Nabiki. His middle daughter had always been the 
financial wizard of their clan and she seemed to think that having some 
outside martial artists staying at the dojo would help bring in new 
business. 
	It made sense in a way he supposed. Enough people had seen 
the battles between Ukyo and Ryoga. Not to mention the word of 
mouth on Sakura's street fighting exploits. The addition of two such 
advanced martial artists to their ranks would reflect well on both the 
dojo and the Anything Goes training methods. 
	He just wished they could be quieter. And maybe try to not 
eat so much. And the mess they made! If only they would clean it up 
once and awhile. Ah well, he sighed again, at least it was peaceful 
while they were at school. Wearing a wry grin he turned to walk back 
inside. Though he might complain internally Soun was happy. The dojo 
was animated by the energy of their young students and a feeling of 
contentment surrounded them all. 
	"Saotome!" He called to his old friend who was walking out of 
the kitchen with a cup of tea. "Care to join me for a game of shogi?" 

	Rocking back and forth Sakura tested the strength of the heels 
to her new high-tops. She had been wanting to buy a new pair of 
sneakers for some time but never had the means from the cost of their 
constant traveling. When school had ended she separated from the 
others to go shopping. 
	There were times where she needed to be apart from the 
happy couples. Sakura knew that they cared for her and enjoyed her 
company but it was painful to endure their presence at times. She 
couldn't bear seeing Ukyo and Ranma with their playful teasing of one 
another. It was a reminder of the relationship she used to have with 
Ukyo. The situation with Ryoga and Akane was worse. She never felt 
anything more than friendship for Ryoga but was now jealous of him 
for his growing romantic bond with Akane. There was always Nabiki 
of course but sometimes she didn't want to make the effort of working 
through the girl's money obsession. 
	Sighing inwardly Sakura increased her running pace causing a 
large dust cloud to form behind her. It seemed to her that she simply 
wasn't meant for love. She chased it with utter determination but it 
remained unattainable. Maybe, Sakura thought dimly, the Kami has 
decided I'm better without love. It's hard to fight the fates. I suppose 
there has to be some sort of ancient lore about loveless street fighters 
who dedicate their entire lives to the fight. Gee, Sakura thought dryly 
with a grimace, my future is looking fun. I swear I my life is following 
the trend of Sensei Rya's. 
	The sounds of fighting caught her attention and Sakura came 
to a halt. Tilting her chocolate brown head to one side she attempted 
to track where the noise had come from. Green eyes narrowed in 
speculation as she turned. It had originated behind the large wall 
protecting a vacant lot that was a known meeting place for duels 
among the local martial artists. 
	Leaping gracefully on the top of the wall Sakura studied the 
combatants. Actually it was more like combatant. In the center of the 
lot stood a breathtakingly beautiful girl with raven hair wearing a 
gymnasts leotard. She was snapping a long purple ribbon at three 
other girls who appeared utterly terrified of her. 
	"Hey," breathed Sakura in recognition. "I think I go to school 
with those girls." 
	Studying the three victimized girls Sakura soon placed them as 
friends of Akane. She remembered them clearly from the first day of 
school. They couldn't seem to stop giggling at Ryoga's presence 
around Akane. The couple had turned a continual reddish hue at their 
teasing. 
	"Guess I better help them out," Sakura lamented. For some 
reason she was reluctant to fight the raven haired girl. Perhaps it was 
because of her extraordinary beauty or how the low sensuous tone of 
her voice sent shivers down her spine. 
	Whatever it was it struck a nerve and caused Sakura to pause 
before jumping into the fray. Pushing her heels back she propelled 
herself into the air to landed smoothly in front of the dark haired 
beauty. With a snap she snatched the ribbon out of the air, ending the 
vicious attack. 
	"You stopped my ribbon," murmured the dark beauty. 
Curiosity lurked in her luminous violet gaze. "That has never been 
done. You're no ordinary girl, are you?"
	A smile quirked at the sides of Sakura's lush lips. "Well now," 
she began. "I guess that depends on what your version of an ordinary 
girl is." 
	  "Very clever," purred the gymnast. "I admire that in a 
woman. It makes no difference in the end because I won't go any 
easier on you!" 
	The dark gymnast pulled out a club like weapon and aimed it 
at the street fighter. Pouncing into action she flew forward at Sakura 
who quickly dropped to the ground and extended her right leg in a 
wide sweep. Her opponent stumbled forward slightly at this contact 
before calmly shifting into a flip. Whirling around violet eyes focused 
on Sakura who was in a hunched defensive position. 
	"Well done," the gymnast complimented. "You're both 
formidable and lovely. I am the flower of St. Hebereke, a rising star in 
martial arts rhythmic gymnastics, Kuno Kodachi... the black rose." 
	Smiling seductively Kodachi threw a single black rose at 
Sakura who caught it easily. Lowering her eyes, Sakura stared at the 
rose and when she looked up Kodachi was standing on the high wall 
surrounding the lot. 
	"I respect strength in a person," Kodachi drawled. "I find you 
thoroughly intriguing stranger. For that reason do I take my leave so 
easily in this match, though I'd delight in seeing you again." Forming a 
sensuous smile she questioned, "You will keep that in mind, won't 
you?" 
	Blinking in amazement, Sakura watched as Kodachi bounded 
away, a trail of black rose petals flying behind her. Lips drawing 
upwards in a slight smile she murmured, "The black rose Kodachi, 
huh?" Sakura shook her head and tucked the gift rose under the scarf 
to her old school uniform. "A very interesting lady." 
	Turning around she focused on the three girls from her school 
who were still crying. "Ah jeez," muttered Sakura under her breath. 
"Don't do that..." 

	"We got beat up Akane!" Cried one of the three Furinkan 
gymnasts. 
	The group were gathered in Akane's room along with Sakura 
and Nabiki. After calming the girls down Sakura brought them back to 
the dojo so they could speak with Akane. On seeing her friends tear 
stained faces Akane immediately led them to her room to talk. 
	 "All of you?" Akane asked incredulously. 
	"We were jumped at night!" Exclaimed a gymnast. 
	"Yeah!" Chimed in another. "We can't fight like this. We're 
going to have to forfeit the match... unless..."
	"Unless?" Questioned Sakura suspiciously. She had been 
doing leg stretches on her futon but paused on hearing this. Already 
she had an eerie feeling of where this was going.
	"Unless we find a substitute for our upcoming match..." 
Finished a gymnast with a rather guilty expression on her features. 
	Seeing her teammate faltering the lead gymnast interrupted. 
"Please Akane!" She pleaded. "You're our only hope!"  

	Outside the dojo Genma calmly swept from the front walk in 
his panda form. He found doing the sweeping both relaxing and a nice 
escape from the constant chaos of the dojo. A scraping noise caught 
his attention and Genma panda shifted his gaze. There was a girl in an 
aquamarine gymnasts uniform flattened against the dojo wall 
eavesdropping. 
	He could only figure she had something to do with his 
students. Everything strange around the dojo always revolved around 
the younger set. Things had been relatively quiet the past few weeks 
with the exception of the normal confusion present in the dojo. It made 
sense that another event of pandemonium would appear... they always 
did. 
	Tapping her shoulder gently he calmly took in the expected 
look of shock on the gymnast's features. <Can I help you?> His sign 
read. The girl simply stared at him with wide eyes and Genma panda 
sighed inwardly. Sometimes, he thought, it can be worth the trouble of 
changing back. For some reason certain people had problems 
interpreting the signs he made as a panda. 

	"Me?" questioned Akane skeptically. "You want me to fill in 
for you?" 
	"Yes!" exclaimed the gymnast leader. "Please Akane! We're 
desperate... this is our most important event... there is no way we can't 
compete in--" 
	"The martial arts rhythmic gymnastics tournament!" Finished 
another gymnast vehemently. All three girls nodded their heads 
vigorously in tune with each other. 
	"Martial arts rhythmic gymnastics?" Sakura queried softly, 
thinking back to her earlier encounter with Kodachi. The dark beauty 
had said she was a rising star at whatever it was. "What exactly is 
that?"
	The gymnasts looked at Sakura as if she were an escaped 
mental patient. "You haven't heard?!" the leader cried. "In one week 
our Furinkan team is fighting the team from St. Hebereke's school for 
girls. Akane," she began in careful tones. "We need you. Everyone 
knows you're friends with Kodachi. Maybe with you as an opponent 
she'll fight fair for once... besides you're one of the best female martial 
artists at Furinkan. We need that quality in our substitute."
	Sighing deeply Akane gazed into the teary eyes of the three 
girls kneeling before her. "All right," she relented. "I don't know how 
good I'll be but I'll give it a try." Offering an encouraging smile she 
continued. "Don't worry about Dachi. She isn't really all that bad... I'm 
sure I'll be fine."
	"I wouldn't be," Nabiki drawled, speaking her first words 
since the conversation had begun. Noting the glares of her companions 
she presented a wry smile. "Heh..." She trailed off. "Never-mind." 

	Inside the dojo training room Akane stared warily at the pile of 
weapons she had to fight with in the martial arts rhythmic gymnastics 
tournament. Ukyo stood beside her with a curious expression on her 
face. Kneeling, she picked up a club and balanced it on her index 
finger.
	"Okay Akane," Ukyo began slowly. "You're telling me that 
your best friend, Kodachi, has beaten up the entire Furinkan girls 
gymnastics team and now they want you to take their place in some 
big tournament in less than a week even though you know nothing 
about the sport?" 
	"That's pretty much the gist of it," replied Akane. 
	Rolling sandalwood eyes Ukyo muttered, "Perfect."
	"It was pretty dumb to agree to this anyway," Ranma informed 
from where he sat against the far wall in the dojo. Next to him were 
Sakura and Nabiki. "You don't even know how to use the tools or 
anything," he finished. 
	After Akane agreed to fight in the tournament the Furinkan 
gymnasts hastily left the dojo but only after giving Akane their tools to 
use in the match. Determined to fulfill her promise Akane went to the 
dojo to begin her training and the others followed. Wanting to observe 
what they thought to be an impending disaster. 
	"I agree with Ranma sis," Nabiki stated. "Kodachi has never 
been the sanest person. How do you know she'll treat you differently 
in the match?" 
	Sighing deeply Akane gently picked up a ribbon and studied it 
carefully. "I just know," assured Akane. Tilting her head to look at her 
sister she smiled. "Dachi and I have known each other almost our 
entire lives... she would never hurt me." Shifting her gaze Akane stared 
ahead with an introspective look on her features. "Never," she 
repeated. 
	A high pitched squeal filled the dojo and everyone focused on 
the tiny form of Ryoga piglet. On seeing him Akane broke into a wide 
smile. Running quickly, she bent to pick him up, holding him in her 
arms. 
	"Ryoga!" She exclaimed giving him a quick hug. His black 
features still managed to redden at this gesture. Pulling back Akane 
stared into his eyes. "I've missed you so much! Where were you this 
time?" 
	Ryoga piglet broke into a series of distressed squeals and 
Akane listened attentively. "All the way out there?!" She cried in 
astonishment after he'd ended. "You must be tired. Come on... lets go 
get you some hot water." 
	Exiting the dojo Akane left the others in a perplexed wake as 
Ukyo voiced their mutual question, "How does she know what he's 
saying as a pig anyway?" 
	"Must be a psychic bond," Ranma responded with a wry grin. 
Ukyo chuckled while now juggling the clubs. 
	"Sakura," Ukyo began tentatively. "You were there when 
Kodachi was fighting with our gymnasts. Do you think Akane has any 
reason to be worried?" 
	Snapping out of her reverie Sakura met Ukyo's gaze 
reluctantly. "I wouldn't know," Sakura murmured slowly. For some 
reason she didn't want to speak harshly about Kodachi. There was 
something about the dark gymnast that made her feel a bit protective. 
"I arrived at the end of the fight... but she is a high level martial artist. 
That much I could tell from her stance and movements." 
	"Kodachi is a nutcase," Ranma said bluntly. "Plain and simple. 
She always has been and I think she always will be. If Akane is lucky 
she won't use her usual chemical warfare in the match but I'd still 
expect her usual tricks." 
	"Chemical warfare?" Asked Ukyo curiously. She crossed the 
room smoothly to sit across from her iinazuke. 
	"Miss Kuno is an expert scientist," drawled Nabiki. "She 
sometimes likes to use drugs and hallucinogenic gases on her 
opponents during matches." 
	"And that's just the normal stuff." Snorted Ranma. 
	"Normal stuff?" Ukyo questioned raising an eyebrow. Tilting 
her gaze to Sakura she continued, "Did she use any of that crap on 
you?" 
	"No..." Murmured Sakura looking pensive. "Nothing like that. 
I actually found her charming in a weird sort of way." After saying this 
Sakura rose to her feet and exited the dojo training room.
	"Each to their own I guess," Ranma commented. 
	"Yeah," Ukyo murmured staring after Sakura curiously. "Each 
to their own." 

	In Nerima, St. Hebereke's school for girls was an institution. It 
was older and more prestigious than any of the schools in the district 
and held a reputation for greatness. In other words, the best was 
expected of all who attended the school. They did not settle for 
second best at St. Hebereke. The harsh methods used to mold 
normally idle girls into diligent machines was renowned all over Japan 
and acceptance into the school was difficult. 
	From a school with countless numbers of accomplishments the 
one that was most prized was the undefeated status of their gymnastics 
team. This status was due to their gymnastics Captain, Kuno Kodachi. 
Raised from an early age to be an Olympic gymnast by her mother 
Kodachi lived and breathed the sport. When she came to     St. 
Hebereke she brought glory with her. To put it simply, Kodachi could 
do no wrong with the school alumni, she was their goddess. Bringing 
honor and fame with her. 
	Due to this, all at the school willingly overlooked what they 
saw as a few harmless quirks in her personality. After all, what true 
genius is completely normal? All are tormented in some shape or 
manner... and this fact was definitely true for Kuno Kodachi. 
	"All right!" Shouted Kodachi forcefully. "That's enough for 
today. Hit the showers." Turning her attention to the gymnast she'd 
sent out on early patrol Kodachi did not hear the comments that 
followed her announcement. 
	"That was rough," groaned a blonde gymnast. "I'm exhausted. 
My entire body aches." 
	"Who cares?" Retorted a brunette. "With Kodachi as our 
Captain we never lose! She's the best." 
	Working the cricks out her neck a short haired redhead 
muttered, "We never lose, that's for sure. So why do we even bother 
to practice?" 
	At this all the girls around her stared at her wide eyed then 
hushed her simultaneously. "Shhhhhh!!!" 
	"You better not let Kodachi hear you say that," a tall girl 
warned carefully. 
	The gymnasts watched as their leader walked out of the gym 
and into the locker rooms with a solemn look on her beautiful features. 
All releasing a visible sigh when she disappeared. As much as they 
loved and respected Kodachi they also feared her for not only her 
skills but methods in winning. And to whoever their Captain was 
visiting this night they sent out their silent condolences.  

	Inside the dojo only Ukyo, Ranma, and Ryoga remained 
watching Akane practice. Nabiki having abandoned them for 
calculating her profits for the day and Sakura still meditating by the koi 
pond. Currently the three remaining were wincing as Akane 
proceeded to get herself entirely tangled in her ribbon. This happened 
after only minutes earlier instead of catching her clubs they landed on 
her head. Surrendering all hopes of the ribbon Akane moved onto the 
hoop to only get herself stuck in the middle and snapping it in half. At 
this, Ranma could take no more. Under the sage advice of his iinazuke 
he had begun to think before speaking but this was too much. He 
simply had to say something about this massacre of tools.
	"Akane..." Ranma began dryly. "Aren't you supposed to be a 
little bit graceful doing all this junk?" 
	Without helping it Ukyo released a muffled giggle and Ranma 
knew he wouldn't be getting any lectures from her. Ryoga was another 
matter though. The lost boy was on his feet glaring intensely at Ranma. 
	"Saotome!" He hissed balling his hands into fists. "I should 
decimate you into a pile of dust for saying that! Don't you know how 
to treat a lady?!"
	Shooting a glance at his iinazuke who wore a mischievous 
expression Ranma looked innocent as he wrapped an arm around her. 
"Not really," he said grinning. "I'm engaged to Ucchan, remember?" 
	Ukyo burst into another fit of giggles which caused Ranma to 
double over while joining in. Slowly, the couple made it to their feet 
and left the room. Clutching desperately to one another as they 
continued to roar with laughter. 
	"Idiots," Ryoga muttered lowly. Offering Akane a gentle look 
of encouragement he continued. "Just ignore them Akane. I think you 
were doing quite well for your first try at using the tools."
	Falling to her feet with a groan Akane stared at the floor 
morosely. "It's okay Ryoga..." She sighed. "You don't have to say that 
to make me feel better. I know I'm awful." Gazing upwards brown 
eyes watered slightly. "The thing is, I don't really want to get any 
better, you know? I don't want to fight my best friend... especially 
since I know better than anyone what winning means to her." 
	Carefully taking a seat across from her Ryoga bore his dark 
gaze into Akane. "Sometimes winning isn't what's best for a person," 
he revealed. "Once I was obsessed with having revenge on Ukyo 
because of my curse. That was all I had in my life... but now that's 
over. I'm no longer consumed by the need to defeat her. And do you 
know what?" Ryoga wore the gentle smile that he only revealed in 
Akane's presence. Its appearance always tugged at her heart. 
	"What?" She questioned quietly.
	"I'm a much happier person. I love my life more than I ever 
thought possible. Maybe," Ryoga reasoned. "Kodachi is the same. 
She might need to get over her pride if she is to have happiness. In that 
case, wouldn't it be better if she lost to someone who loves her than 
someone who doesn't?"
	"I guess," Akane admitted slowly.
	Rising to his feet Ryoga pulled Akane up with him. "See? 
Don't be sad. It'll be okay." 
	Leaning over Akane picked up her ribbon and stared at it with 
disdain. "You've got to be joking," she said dryly. "I don't even know 
how to use these tools."
	"Oh..." Ryoga trailed off before breaking into a crooked smile. 
"Akane?" He questioned. "Did I ever tell you about the time I got lost 
in China and ended up spending a week with a traveling circus learning 
gymnastics?" 

	In the darkness outside the Tendo dojo a lone figure stood 
gazing at the large structure. "Akane..." It whispered. Pulling back the 
hood to the long purple cloak it wore to reveal the sculptured features 
of Kuno Kodachi. 
	For years now it had been a regular habit, a tradition almost, 
for Kodachi to visit her opponents before a match. To give them a 
taste of her skills before they fought. The result of this tradition was 
that every one of her opponents forfeited their upcoming match. After 
receiving a visit from the black rose none wanted to face her in the 
ring. 
	The reason behind this reaction was the thought that if she was 
this out of control in real life, what would she be like inside the 
gymnastics ring? And rarely did anyone have the courage to find out. 
This lengthy string of match cancellations didn't upset her public who 
found it enough to see Kodachi in action during the yearly St. 
Hebereke gymnastics try outs. Each year the try outs became more of 
an event. People traveling from all over Japan to see what methods 
Kodachi would employ on her would-be teammates to join her 
championship team. 
	Since her disqualification during the finals in the Olympics 
Kodachi had become a household name for gymnasts. Many girls 
wanting to train in the sport came to her and St. Hebereke for aid. Of 
course, they had to reconcile themselves about ignoring certain pieces 
of advice. Such as having hidden weapons in their tools. Such things, 
as proved earlier with Kodachi and the Olympics, were not welcome 
in the higher levels of the sport. 
	"Akane," Kodachi whispered again. "I do not want   to fight 
you in this manner but I must. Though you are my dearest friend. My 
only friend... I cannot give quarter. Standards have been set. The 
match must go on." 
	Finished brooding, Kodachi whipped off the purple cloak she 
wore and bounded over the high wall of the Tendo dojo. Leaving the 
citizens walking in the area wide eyed and wondering what happening 
now. 

	Currently Akane was doubled over, panting deeply after a 
hard workout with Ryoga. Her trainer was standing beside her patting 
her back softly. 
	"That's good enough for today," Ryoga stated calmly. 
Scratching the back of his head he wondered inwardly how she could 
tangle herself in the ribbon so many times. 
 	"Thanks for training me Ryoga," said Akane as they walked 
out of the dojo. 
	"It's no problem," replied Ryoga. The pair were paused on the 
walkway outside the dojo. In plain sight and hearing of the others who 
were gathered around the koi pond relaxing. "Your ribbon is coming 
along nicely. I think you'll master it soon."
	"Really?" Akane asked brightly. Smiling widely she gave 
Ryoga a quick hug then turned to dash away. "Thanks Ryoga! I'm 
going to take a bath. Goodnight!" 
	Frozen at the sudden contact with Akane the lost boy could 
only stare at her retreating figure. "Goodnight..." He repeated sounding 
dazed with happiness. 
	"You know Ryoga," called Ukyo from where she sat cuddling 
with Ranma in a high tree. "You shouldn't butter up Akane like that. 
We all know she's hopeless. It would better if you just told her the 
truth." 
	Turning slowly Ryoga revealed a face of pure fury on his 
handsome features. "Kuonji..." He hissed. "I'll take idiotic insults from 
you on my person but Akane..." Leaping into the air towards the 
couple who were now studying him with interest. "Akane is off limits!!" 
	Ukyo calmly evaded the strong kick by propelling herself 
upwards after jumping off Ryoga's head. Releasing a snarl Ryoga 
chased after the okonomiyaki chef, who was already on the move, 
bounding away on the assorted roof tops of the dojo. Ranma watched 
this action for a few seconds before pursuing. 
	Lowering her chocolate brown head Sakura groaned as the 
varied yells of Ukyo, Ryoga, and Ranma met her ears. Ukyo releasing 
a continual stream of teasing remarks, Ryoga screaming punishment on 
Akane's behalf, and Ranma yelling that no one bullies his iinazuke. 
	"Meditating," Sakura complained to herself. "Is an impossible 
task in this place."

	Toweling off her wet hair Akane released a sigh of 
contentment. A soak in the furo was just what she needed to calm her 
nerves and relax. She didn't know what she was going to do about the 
upcoming tournament. The last thing Akane wanted to do was fight 
Kodachi. They had been friends for a long time and shared deep 
understanding. Battling Kodachi in the gymnastics match would be like 
a betrayal in Akane's mind. 
	"Why did I agree to this?" Questioned Akane with despair. 
Sighing again, Akane flung herself on the softness of her mattress. 
Flipping over on her back after several moments brown eyes looked 
upwards. She was met with the sight of Kodachi hugging the rafters of 
her ceiling, a black rose in her mouth, and a large hammer slung 
around her belt. 
	Akane barely had time to react when Kodachi released her 
grip on the rafters, plummeting downwards, her hammer drawn back 
in preparation for a blow. 
	"Tendo Akane!" She shouted. "Prepare to die!"
	In a blink Akane thrust herself into the air to flip away, 
avoiding the attack, causing Kodachi to plant the large hammer into 
her bed. The girls stood frozen in respective defensive positions until 
Akane relaxed, standing at her full height, hands on her hips. 
	"Dachi," Akane began. "What're you doing here?" 
	"I thought it was quite obvious Akane," replied Kodachi easily. 
Meeting their eyes she broke into an impish grin. Tossing the large 
hammer aside she walked towards Akane to lean in close and 
whisper, "It is well known within the ranks of my peers that I pay such 
a visit to all my opponents. While I could never wish nor bring you 
harm, it is an expected tradition. Overlooking it would no doubt bring 
great distress to my teammates and general fan base." 
	Shaking her head Akane muttered, "Your fan base is a bunch 
of horny guys Dachi." Walking past her friend to her now dented 
mattress Akane attempted to smooth it out before taking a seat and 
gesturing for Kodachi to join her. 
	"Not true," purred Kodachi as she sat. "Some of them are 
horny girls. I am a diverse person you realize."
	"All right, all right," Akane snickered. "I know where your 
interests lie. I have ever since the first grade and your infamous crush 
on Miss Ayumi."
	Kodachi smiled fondly. "I don't think she ever did recover 
from receiving that batch of thirty dozen roses." 
	"I still say you went overboard," stated Akane. "I mean... there 
was no room left in her apartment. It was overflowing with roses. 
Besides, she didn't even think they were from you. She thought it was 
her boyfriend's subtle way of asking her hand in marriage."
	"Yes," Kodachi sniffed. "I do recall something about her 
wanting to marry that imbecilic mechanic who couldn't speak a single 
word." 
	The friends gazed at each other in contemplative silence for 
several moments when they suddenly both burst into conversation 
simultaneously. 
	"Akane I want you--"
	"Dachi I wish that--" 
	Freezing at there interrupted speech the girls stared at one 
another then broke into a fit of giggles. 
	"You go first Dachi..." Akane wheezed through her laughter. 
"Then I'll tell you what I wanted to say."
	"Very well," Kodachi agreed, still smiling. "I want you to know 
that your involvement in the Furinkan match will not lesson nor deter 
our friendship. You are my only real friend Akane and I will not allow 
a single match in my long illustrious career disturb that. While this is 
true that your friendship is important to me so is gymnastics. I have 
been participating in the sport since I could walk and I cannot let go of 
my drive to succeed... it has been driven into me."
	Akane nodded solemnly at this. She knew too well what 
Kodachi had suffered at the hands of her mother who had been 
obsessed with her only daughter being the Olympic champion she 
never was. 
	Seeing Akane's support Kodachi continued slowly. "I will not 
give quarter in the match against you Akane. I cannot. To do so would 
go against all that I am but I want you to know I wish it wasn't so. The 
last thing I want to do is fight with you and it will be difficult for me to 
accomplish."
	Finished speaking Kodachi bore violet eyes into brown ones 
which shone with understanding. "My turn," stated Akane softly. "I 
wish the same thing Dachi. You just said it all for me. You're my best 
friend and I hate that I have to fight you now. I was just wondering 
why the hell I agreed to do this. It's not like I have any gymnastics 
training..."  
	"I know why," Kodachi smiled tenderly. "You are an easy 
target for a sob story Tendo Akane." 
	"I guess," Akane said sheepishly. "But I wish I wasn't. This has 
got to be one the hardest things I've ever had to do Dachi. I'm not 
even sure I can do it."
	"Nonsense!" Scolded Kodachi as she moved off the bed to 
stand smoothly. "You are a warrior of some skill and they would not 
have chosen you if this wasn't so. Have some confidence in your 
talents!" Breaking into a wide smile Akane nodded and Kodachi 
beamed in satisfaction. "Good. Now I must take my leave." Kodachi 
pulled out her ribbon with a snap, twirling it in a circular motion, black 
rose petals flying from inside the spiral onto the floor. "I shall return!" 
She declared haughtily, leaping out the open bedroom window. 
	Eyeing the mess of rose petals strewn about her floor Akane 
groaned. "You better," she muttered. "Because I'm sure as hell not 
cleaning up this mess." 

	Landing softly on the roof directly above Akane's room 
Kodachi gazed at the night sky. "Life is difficult indeed," she theorized. 
"It is a trick of the gods that I would be forced to battle my dearest 
friend to retain my title. Perhaps this is a sign to alter my situation..." 
	Kodachi lingered on this thought for several moments before 
swiftly moving into a run. She had resolved things with Akane and 
knew the match would not effect their long standing friendship in the 
least. That was all that mattered. 
	Lost in her thoughts the dark gymnast did not hear the sound 
of three very irate martial artists heading her way or see the large 
bucket one was carrying. Ukyo was in the lead, still smirking and 
shooting retorts at Ryoga, who closely followed still snarling, unaware 
that the pursuing Ranma was carrying a bucket of cold water to toss 
Ryoga's way if his anger at Ukyo persisted. 
	It was because of this that state of unawareness that Kodachi 
did not stop the bucket from slamming into her face. The impact 
causing her to fall from the roof, situation unseen by the three exiting 
martial artists who were consumed in their own matters. However, it 
was observed by Sakura, who had long since given up on meditating 
and was simply watching the antics of her friends. Jumping into action 
the street fighter gathered Kodachi in her arms and vaulted back onto 
the roof of the dojo. 
	"Hey," Sakura started softly. She was gently fanning the 
gymnast with one hand while holding her securely with the other. "You 
okay? Kodachi?" 
	Dimly Kodachi blinked violet eyes to focus on the form of her 
rescuer. Her eyes widened with surprise at seeing the lovely girl from 
her afternoon match. Pushing herself to her feet she none-the-less kept 
the close contact. Leaving their faces only inches apart. 
	Sakura broke into lascivious smile. "So," she teased. "What's a 
nice girl like you doing in a dojo like this?"
	"Ever so clever," Kodachi purred. "I don't believe we've been 
properly introduced my lady. I've told you my name but you've never 
told me yours."
	"Sorry about that," Sakura apologized while moving into a 
formal bow. Lifting her head to lock green eyes with violet ones she 
smiled. "I'm Kurasawa Sakura. Now that we've been officially 
introduced... mind telling me what you were doing up here anyway?"
	"Kurasawa Sakura," repeated Kodachi sounding mesmerized. 
"There's no reason to be curious. How can such minor details occupy 
my mind when I've just met the woman of my dreams?" Moving away 
from Sakura the gymnast had her back facing the street fighter. "A 
wonder that I did fail at such a task while attending an all girls school." 
	Shifting her stance Kodachi faced Sakura once more with her 
hands hidden firmly behind her back. "Ah well," she sighed. "It matters 
not for now we have met. My dearest Sakura..." Kodachi trailed off, a 
sensuous look on her sculptured features. "I wish to give you... this!" 
	Green eyes widened as an object flew towards her at top 
speeds. Snatching the projectile nerves calmed as it was revealed to 
be a bouquet of black roses. Meeting Kodachi's steady gaze Sakura 
chuckled, "You really like roses, huh?"
	Before Kodachi could respond the roses emitted a burst of 
murky gas that surrounded Sakura in a haze. In shock the street fighter 
unwittingly breathed in the gas causing her to break into a coughing fit. 
Falling to her knees green eyes looked upwards in confusion. 
	"What'd you do that for?" Questioned Sakura through her 
coughs. 
	Crossing to Sakura the gymnast knelt gracefully and gave a 
gentle push. Body frozen, Sakura was helpless and fell on her back. In 
an easy movement Kodachi straddled the street fighter. "It has been an 
observation of mine," she purred. "That once I have made my 
intentions clear to those holding mine affections they do find means of 
escape. You incite a most interesting emotion in me Kurasawa Sakura 
therefore I cannot risk you departing." 
	"No kidding?" Coughed Sakura in strained tones. The gas was 
having a restricting effect on her muscles. Making it nearly impossible 
to talk. Using all her strength she could only manage to lift her arms a 
few scarce centimeters. 
	"Indeed," Kodachi continued wearing a sexy smile. "I jest not 
about this. Allow me to seize your ruby lips with mine own. Such 
action will prove my regard..." 
	Green eyes widened as it became clear what Kodachi 
intended. Kissing the dark gymnast wasn't a problem but the situation 
surrounding it was. Being drugged wasn't exactly an enjoyable premise 
for a romantic interlude to Sakura. Whatever had happened to 
Kodachi in her past to make her think that her affection would only be 
accepted by heavily drugged people must have been horrible. The 
very idea of the event that caused such a psychological reaction 
wrenched at Sakura and made her heart go out to Kodachi.
	Before Sakura could dwell any further on this and before 
Kodachi could make her move, a small metallic object sliced through 
the air between them. Sakura painfully shifted her gaze, sighing 
inwardly with relief upon spotting the projectile. It was a miniature 
spatula.  
	Pulling back from her intended embrace Kodachi raised a 
dark eyebrow. "Is there a problem?"
	"A problem?!" Shouted Ukyo at the top of her lungs. Pulling 
out her battle spatula Ukyo took a vicious swing at Kodachi who 
eluded her attack. "If you don't get off Sakura I'll give you a big 
problem!" 
	"Oh my..." Breathed Kodachi, sounding nothing at all like 
Kasumi. Forming a wicked smile she gazed at the frozen Sakura. "You 
never told me you had other suitors beloved." Focusing on Ukyo 
again, whose battle aura was flaring, Kodachi mocked, "Especially 
ones so common."
	Ukyo released a low growl then let loose a barrage of 
miniature spatulas at the black rose. A shocked Kodachi was barely 
able to evade the assault. Deciding the altercation was becoming too 
much, even for her, at such a late hour the gymnast turned to bound 
away. 
	A trail of black rose petals followed Kodachi as she exited 
calling, "Farewell my dearest Sakura!"
	"Common," snarled Ukyo. Sheathing her battle spatula she 
observed the gymnast's retreat. "I'll show her who's common." 
Whirling around Ukyo glared at Sakura who wore a look of fear on 
her frozen features. "And what about you?! Why didn't you help me 
out, huh? What were you two doing up here anyway?" 
	Blinking as Sakura did not reply Ukyo walked to the street 
fighter and studied her carefully. Running long fingers tenderly down 
Sakura's cheek she murmured, "You're never this quiet..." Tilting her 
oak brown head Ukyo pulled Sakura into a sitting position. "What did 
that snake do to you?" 
	"Paralysis gas I bet," stated Ranma while landing at his 
iinazuke's side. Bending down blue eyes gazed into flaccid green ones. 
"Yup," Ranma sighed. "Dachi got her all right. See how she can't even 
move her eyes without effort? The gas slows down your brain's 
synapses reactions. Basically leaves you frozen unless you put an 
extreme effort into moving." 
	"Does it wear off?" Asked Ukyo worriedly. Sakura was 
gazing at her with an unreadable look in her green eyes. 
	"Oh yeah," Ranma assured. "It wears off. Dachi may be off 
her rocker but she's not cruel. It'll take a couple of hours before she 
can move again." Moving his gaze upwards he studied the night sky. 
"We better get her inside though, it looks like it might rain."
	Ukyo swiftly gathered Sakura in her arms. Clutching the street 
fighter close to her in a protective embrace Ukyo gazed at Ranma. 
"What happened to Ryoga?" She asked wearing a playful smirk. 
	"Ryoga?" Ranma asked innocently. "He had a sudden change 
of heart." 
	"Right..." Ukyo drawled. Planting a soft kiss on Sakura's 
forehead she leapt off the roof. She could feel the restrained surprise in 
the street fighter she held. Tilting her head downwards Ukyo locked 
their gazes. "I'm speaking as someone who cares for you Sakura," she 
whispered. "Go for a girl who's little more normal next time, huh?"

	"You sure you're okay?" Queried Ukyo. "Ranma honey and I 
can walk you home if you need. You don't have to go to school if you 
don't want."  
	Ever since the roof top skirmish yesterday night the 
okonomiyaki chef had been carefully observing Sakura for any side 
effects. Ukyo refused to let the street fighter out of her sight for a 
moment. While Sakura was flattered by this attention on the part of the 
woman she loved it was starting to wear at her nerves. Mainly because 
she knew it was nothing more than worry on the behalf of one friend 
for another. 
	"For the last time," Sakura groaned. "I'm fine. I'm going to go 
talk to Akane. If that's okay with you!" Shaking her head irately 
Sakura joined Akane and her friends who were discussing the 
upcoming gymnastics tournament. 
	"What's with her?" Ukyo muttered to herself. 
	"I dunno Ucchan," murmured Ranma thoughtfully. "But I think 
Sakura might actually like Kodachi."
	"You're kidding! That jackass?" Cried Ukyo. "She tried to 
poison her!" 
	Shrugging Ranma stared at Sakura who was now talking with 
Ryoga. "They're both martial artists. We're not the most normal 
people. We can accept certain unusual aspects of a person that other 
people won't. Take your Jusenkyo curse... didn't I accept that pretty 
easily?" Ukyo nodded warily at this. All their curses had been met with  
understanding from the others. "Besides," Ranma wore a sly grin. 
"Dachi is pretty cute."
	Ukyo snorted at this and Ranma peered into her sandalwood 
eyes. "Are you jealous?" He questioned softly. 
	"J-jealous?" Stammered Ukyo. "Of Kodachi? Of course not! 
Why would I be jealous? Sakura and I are just friends! I l-lo... I have 
you Ranchan. Why would--"
	"Hey, hey..." Said Ranma soothingly. "Calm down. I didn't 
mean it to sound like an accusation. It would make sense that you'd be 
a little jealous. You and Sakura were together for awhile and our 
relationship has only just begun."
	Smiling softly Ukyo tucked herself under Ranma's arm to 
snuggle closer to him. "Thank you," she sighed. "For being so 
understanding. But it isn't necessary. It isn't jealousy I feel. It's more... 
a sinking feeling. I have it when I'm around Kodachi. I just don't trust 
her Ranchan." 
	"And you don't want someone you can't trust chasing after 
Sakura," Ranma supplied. The couple were walking towards the 
school behind Akane and the others. 
	"Exactly," replied Ukyo giving him a warm smile. "Sakura is 
one of my few friends Ranchan. I don't have many and I tend to be 
pretty protective of the ones I've got. The problem is, I have no right 
to stop Kodachi from going after her. I've given up any claim to 
Sakura by being with you. It also doesn't help my situation that Sakura 
is angry at me for some reason. Probably involving Kodachi..."
	Pausing in his approach Ranma uttered, "You speak of the 
devil..."
	"What?" Ukyo questioned baffled. Following her iinazuke's 
gaze she spotted the lithe figure of Kodachi landing in front of Akane. 
"Why that little..." She hissed. 

	"Akane my dear," Kodachi began sweetly. "How goes your 
training in the upcoming event? Well I hope? I would be most 
disappointed if I did not face a challenge in you."
	"I bet," Akane smirked. "It's going well Dachi. Ryochan is 
training me and he says I'll be ready in no time."
	"Indeed?" Queried Kodachi with interest. Circling Ryoga she 
studied him carefully. "Quite a fine specimen of masculinity Akane. 
Well done. I'm pleased you picked a creature of some prospect." 
Ryoga released high pitched nervous laughter on this comment. Before 
Kodachi could question Akane about this reaction a voice demanded.
	"And what are you doing here?!" 
	The group turned to face a raging Ukyo whose battle aura was 
once again flaring. Sakura watched intrigued. It was the third time 
she'd seen her former lover's aura and two instances had occurred due 
to Kodachi. Why is she so angry? Wondered Sakura. She wasn't able 
to contemplate this further because her thoughts were interrupted by 
her arm being clutched. Green eyes blinked as she saw Kodachi 
hanging onto her wearing a sensuous expression. 
	"Why I came to see my beloved Sakura of course!" Explained 
Kodachi winsomely. Facing Sakura now she proffered a single black 
rose. "I apologize for the interruption we had last night my love." 
Saying interruption, Kodachi fixed her gaze on the fuming Ukyo. "Be 
sure it that it won't happen again next time we meet?" Kodachi was 
now tenderly tracing the jawline of the street fighter who looked 
pleased by this action. 
	Snarling now, Ukyo drew a miniature spatula and flung it at 
Kodachi who nimbly evaded it. Leaping onto the high wall surrounding 
Furinkan the dark gymnast whirled around to declare, "Until we meet 
again Sakura darling!" 
	Bounding away, the usual trail of black rose petals followed 
her along with the peels of her high maniac laughter. 
	"Oooh!" Raged Ukyo. The echoing laughter grating her 
nerves. "She's nuts!" 
	"Naturally," stated Kuno calmly. Ranma jumped visibly at the 
appearance of his friend. It seemed at times that the kendoist could 
emerge from nowhere. "Kuonji Ukyo, my goddess of okonomiyaki. It 
would be most wise if whatever grudge you bear against my sister be 
forgotten. She is not entirely in her wits and such an enemy is wily." 
	"Oh yeah?" Asked Ukyo curiously. "How wily?"
	"Most," Kuno said solemnly. "It is also advisable that you do 
not object to her current infatuation for your boon companion Sakura. 
My sister's whims are not taken lightly and interference in her quest of 
the heart will be objected to harshly if continued. She is not adverse to 
using her schooling in the art of alchemy for unethical means."
	Whirling around Kuno faced Akane who stared at him warily. 
"And you, Tendo Akane! Already a vision of you in your leotard 
drives me to madness! I await your battle in the rhythmic gymnastics 
tournament eagerly." 
	Turning the kendoist walked slowly into the school building 
with the rest of the group following suit. All except Sakura who stood 
staring at the black rose Kodachi had given her. Tipping her gaze 
upwards green eyes locked on the direction Kodachi disappeared 
into. Wearing a soft smile Sakura moved to walk inside. 

	Inside the dojo Akane was continuing her training  with Ukyo. 
Ryoga being absent after having once again wandered off, this time in 
gym class, for parts unknown. Currently Ukyo was stealthily evading 
Akane's ribbon which was, as Ryoga had said, improving rapidly. 
Wearing a silly grin Ukyo used the momentum of her heels to leap 
towards the high ceiling and hang upside down from the rafters. A 
mischievous glint in sandalwood eyes she systematically dropped 
several miniature spatulas, to form a circle around Akane, trapping her 
in essence.
	"Hey!" Complained Akane, staring at the cage of small 
spatulas. "You're supposed to be helping me train." 
	"Oh, I think you've trained enough," Ukyo replied while falling 
gracefully in front of Akane. "You're much better than you were only 
yesterday. I have no doubt whatsoever that you'll wipe the ring with 
Kodachi." 
	Pausing to gaze at Ukyo thoughtfully Akane questioned, "Just 
what is with you two anyway? That was some display you pulled 
today at school."
	Sighing deeply Ukyo looked up from gathering her tiny 
weapons. "I don't know how to explain it Akane. I realize that she's 
your friend but..." Trailing off Ukyo searched for a polite wording. "I 
don't trust her. She just gives me the creeps, okay? I'm sorry if that 
doesn't make any  sense but I don't understand it much either. I just 
get a bad feeling when she's around." 
	Mulling over this Akane finally met sandalwood eyes and 
murmured, "Well, I can't say I haven't heard that before. Dachi doesn't 
exactly inspire overwhelming feelings of love in most people. I'm really 
her only friend. She and Sakura are getting along though..." Ukyo 
visibly tensed at this. 
	Inclining her dark head to one side Akane studied her friend 
closely. On the mention of Sakura and Kodachi together the normally 
easygoing Ukyo became a bundle of nerves. Watching her carefully 
Akane noted a steady tick in the brunette's jaw. 
	"You're jealous," stated Akane with astonishment.
	"I'm not jealous!" Ukyo cried desperately. Running her fingers 
through thick brown hair she muttered, "Why does everyone keep 
saying that? I am NOT jealous! I just don't trust Kodachi around 
Sakura that's all. If someone stable was interested in her, sure fine, no 
problem. But your friend is a certifiable lunatic." 
	Taken aback by the forceful tone in which Ukyo spoke Akane 
shook her head. "Whatever," she murmured. "It doesn't matter to me 
either way. Can we start training now?" 
	"Gladly sugar," replied Ukyo moving into battle stance. 
Mimicking this action Akane readied for combat when a tiny form 
entering the dojo caught her eye. 
	"Ryochan!" Exclaimed Akane overjoyed. Dashing past Ukyo 
she picked up Ryoga piglet who looked weary with exhaustion. 
"Where have you been?"
	"Tokyo University rules," Ukyo said dryly. She read the 
bumper sticker stuck to his yellow bandanna. "You got kidnapped by 
some fraternity guys, huh?"
	Nodding his head venomously Ryoga piglet squealed angrily. 
"Don't worry," soothed Akane. "Tomorrow you can go back there 
with Sakura and roam the campus until you find the people who 
bothered you."
	"Bothered him?" Ukyo snickered. "More like pickled him 
alive. Check it out... he reeks of alcohol. They let you into their stash 
of sake Ryoga?"
	Bending her head slightly Akane smelled the small figure of 
Ryoga piglet. Gazing at him a bit shocked Akane shook her head. 
"Doesn't matter! He didn't have anything to do with it. They made you 
drink it, right Ryochan?"
	At this question Ryoga could only offer a wide desperate grin 
that caused Ukyo to chuckle. "Maybe you ought to put in for 
membership at that fraternity Ryoga. Chug-a-lug..." Ukyo continued to 
snicker although both Akane and Ryoga piglet were glaring at her. 
	Sniffing tersely Akane crossed the dojo to set Ryoga piglet 
gently down on the floor. "Just watch this quick match then we'll get 
some hot water so you can give me advice on my technique, okay?" 
Ryoga piglet nodded his affirmation and Akane smiled. 
	Facing off Ukyo barely had time to blink when Akane came 
barreling at her. Unfortunately, the dark girl didn't look to see if her 
path was clear. On stepping forward her right foot landed unsteadily 
on the ball they'd been practicing with earlier. In a swift and 
thunderous action Akane flew high into the air only to promptly crash 
to the ground again. 
	Stunned for only a moment both Ukyo and Ryoga went 
running to Akane who was holding back tears. Gazing at her friend 
with concern Ukyo felt her all too familiar sinking feeling again.

	Averting shimmering green eyes Sakura eyed the shadow that 
had been trailing her halfway through her daily run around the Nerima 
district. Screeching to a halt the street fighter whirled around, her long 
white bandanna flying, to announce, "You know... the idea following 
someone is based on being hidden. By me noticing you I'd say you 
really aren't doing that good a job."
	Chilling high pitched laughter filled the night air and a shiver ran 
down Sakura's spine. Instantly she knew exactly who it was pursuing 
her. 
	"Kodachi?" Sakura questioned hesitantly.
	Stepping out of the shadows the dark gymnast wore the usual 
smug look on her sharp features. Upon seeing her Sakura released a 
loud sigh. 
	"Do you do this to everyone or am I special?" Asked Sakura 
with a playful twinkle in her eyes.
	Smiling Kodachi replied, "Special is a poor description for 
your charms of which there are many but it is accurate enough to 
illustrate why I'm following you." Her face became serious and the 
gymnast stepped forward in a tentative movement. "I wish to apologize 
for using that paralysis gas on you. It was" Kodachi searched mentally 
for the correct wording. "Wrong. It was wrong." 
 	Blinking at this uncharacteristic change in personality Sakura 
responded, "Hey, it's okay. I mean, you didn't do any permanent 
damage..." Shooting Kodachi a roughish smile Sakura attempted to 
put her companion at ease. "I'm going to head back to the dojo. Want 
to come and see how Akane is getting along?" The dark gymnast 
visibly relaxed at the question and nodded in quiet concession. 
	They walked in the cool night air in compatible silence for 
several blocks before Sakura worked enough courage to question, 
"Why did you use that gas on me anyway? It wasn't like you needed 
it." At the second statement Kodachi appeared stunned. 
	"I was unaware that it was unnecessary," replied Kodachi 
softly. "As I said that night, my favors are usually taken harshly by 
those I grant them to. I expected such a reaction in you and did not 
wish to risk suffering through such a trial again. So I chose to 
incapacitate you to diminish the pain on both our parts." 
	Sakura reflected on this for a few moments. Lifting green eyes 
she studied Kodachi closely. In the pale light of the moon her features 
were softened and gymnast no longer seemed distant. The gentle 
person underneath the haughty veneer of confidence was shining 
through and Sakura appreciated that Kodachi trusted her to reveal 
this. 
	"Well," Sakura entwined her fingers with Kodachi's, who was 
shocked at having her hand held. "Don't ever use that stuff on me 
again, okay? If you want a kiss, just say so, or take initiative." 
	Snapping out of her shock Kodachi formed a wicked smile. 
"Take initiative, you say?" She purred. "I like the sound of that..." 
	Chuckling Sakura replied, "I thought you might." 
	Entering the dojo the street fighter blinked at the stillness of her 
temporary home. It was never this quiet. Not even in the late hours of 
the evening. There was always some kind of commotion. Retaining 
peace was impossible in a house with so many boarders. Just as 
Sakura was adjusting to the unusual lull in view of the normal chaos a 
loud scream of frustration pierced the air. 
	Meeting each others gaze the companions both identified the 
person behind the scream, "Akane!" Breaking into a run they rushed 
inside the dojo to discover what had disrupted the short lived serenity 
this time.  

	The inhabitants of Akane's room winced at the loud scream 
she emitted upon attempting to stand. Unofficial dojo doctor Kasumi 
sighed deeply as she guided her younger sibling back to her bed to sit. 
	"Akane," Kasumi chastised gently. "Don't try to stand. I 
already told you what your ankle needs rest. The sprain won't be 
healed for nearly a day or so. Until then you'll just have to take it 
easy."
	Falling back onto her bed Akane grumbled her agreement. 
After her accident Ukyo had rushed her into the house so Kasumi 
could look at her injury. The eldest Tendo sister had plans to become 
a doctor before the death of their Mother. Plans she had to abandon 
to take responsibility for the daily duties of the household. In her spare 
time Kasumi contented herself by reading the latest medical journals 
and texts. Studying the art of healing through independent methods 
outside the traditional system. 
	Most of the house was gathered inside Akane's small room 
with the exception of Soun and Genma who were playing their nightly 
game of shogi. While Nodoka had left to attend her weekly fencing 
class. 
	"You're such a klutz Akane," Nabiki stated dryly. She was 
calculating the financial affect of the accident on her pocket computer. 
"Do you have any idea how this is going to alter the odds on the fight? 
Your substitute had better be good... that's all I can say."
	"Substitute?" Questioned Akane puzzled. 
	"Duh Akane," said Ranma. He was leaning against the far wall 
by Ukyo. "You don't expect to still compete in the match against 
Dachi do you?" 
	"Well I... I hadn't really thought about it..." Akane trailed off, a 
brooding expression on her face. 
	"Ranma is right Akane," Ryoga announced firmly. Crossing the 
room he sat on the edge of her bed. "You're in no condition to fight. It 
would be best if you chose a substitute for the tournament." 
	"It isn't that simple," sighed Akane wearily. "Where I am going 
to find someone only a day before the match who is a good martial 
artist and looks nice in a leotard?"
 	All in the room formed similar thoughtful faces as they 
contemplated this question. Simultaneously they all focused on the 
form of Ukyo. 
	"Hey!" Yelped the okonomiyaki chef. "There's no way I'm 
putting on a leotard. What if I get splashed, huh? The reputation of the 
Anything Goes school would be in the toilet. Uh-uh. No way am I--"
	 "Akane!" Cried Kodachi as she rushed into the room with 
Sakura close behind. "What happened?"
	Blushing with embarrassment Akane replied, "I had a little 
accident while training." 
	"Will you be able to compete tomorrow?" Kodachi asked 
softly. She was now kneeling at her bedside. 
	At this question Ukyo averted her glare from Sakura, who 
was squirming uncomfortably under it, to Kodachi. Sandalwood eyes 
narrowed. "That's it," she hissed. More loudly she declared, "Ryoga!" 
Pointing at the lost boy who stared at her with confusion Ukyo 
continued. "Get up. We're having an all night training session. Akane," 
Ukyo said staring at the other girl. "You've got yourself a substitute." 
Locking on Kodachi, Ukyo smiled harshly. "You're in for one hell of a 
match sugar. Because, unlike Akane, I have no problem whatsoever 
about kicking your ass." 
	Rising to her full height Kodachi raised an eyebrow looking 
skeptical. "Is that so?" She asked, sounding totally unimpressed. 
"Perhaps you might care to stake something of value on the outcome 
of the match then? After all," she smiled sweetly. "You are going kick 
my ass." 
	Sandalwood eyes narrowed by another fraction. "Fine," Ukyo 
said slowly. "What do you want to wager?"
	"Sakura," Kodachi declared smugly. 
	"Wait a minute..." Began Sakura nervously. She stood 
between the two girls who didn't notice her presence.
	"You got it!" Announced Ukyo. Interrupting Sakura and 
pushing her aside. Poking Kodachi in the chest Ukyo stated, "I win 
and you leave Sakura alone. No more freaky black roses, no more 
stalking her, nothing! Understand?"
	"Perfectly," replied Kodachi. "And when I triumph over you I 
shall demand that you cease all interference in my relationship with the 
beauteous Sakura. Agreed?" The black rose proffered her hand to 
Ukyo as formal consent.
	Ukyo reluctantly took her hand and shook in a short strong 
movement before exiting the room. "C'mon Ryoga," Ukyo ordered. 
"Now we really have something to work for."
	Leaping upwards Ryoga shot Akane a bemused look before 
following after Ukyo along with Ranma. Kodachi meanwhile was now 
sliding open the window to Akane's room. Perched on the edge of it 
she turned to offer a kind smile that was usually unseen.
	"A speedy recovery to you my dearest friend," said Kodachi 
warmly. Gazing at Sakura she continued. "Have no fear. I will 
thoroughly thrash my new opponent. As Kuonji said so aptly earlier, I 
also have no qualms about her destruction that I would have had about 
Akane's." Finished speaking, the gymnast leapt out the window calling, 
"It should make for an interesting match." 
	Rid of the future combatants the Tendo sisters stared at the 
frozen form of Kurasawa Sakura. Slowly but surely over the past 
minutes her chi energy had been rising. It was now glowing with 
incredible strength. "HOW," hissed the street fighter through her 
formerly clenched jaw. "In the hell did that just happen?!"

To be continued... 

This was inspired by the works of Rumiko Takahashi, Wade 
Tritschler, Jim Robert Bader, and many other cool folks. All
characters come from Ranma 1/2 except Sakura who graces
us from Street Fighter. 

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