Ah! My Goddess is owned by Kosuke Fujishima
Ranma 1/2 is owned by Rumiko Takahashi


For the Love of a Mortal
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by Anand Rao

Chapter 4: Demons Don't Dream, They Kill
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Ranma stared at his brothers' disappearing forms as they chased after 
the unknown demon.  He wanted to go with them; he wanted to fight; to 
help them, if necessary.  He glanced at Belldandy and tried to relax his 
face.  (I gotta stay with her.  -That's- my duty right now,) Ranma 
thought to himself.

"Are they going to be all right?"  Belldandy asked.

"They should be fine.  They two of them together could take on any 
demon, no problem!"  Ranma said nonchalantly.  

"You wanted to go with them, didn't you?"  Belldandy asked.

"Huh?  Well. . . maybe.  But it really isn't a big deal.  They should be 
okay," Ranma replied.

"If you're worried-"  

"It's all right, Belldandy.  Really.  Come on, I don't want you to be 
late for class," Ranma replied, walking through the front gates.

"How did you know a demon was there?"  Belldandy asked softly as she 
walked next to Ranma.

"We can feel them sometimes.  It depends how receptive we are to their 
presence and how good they are at hiding from us," Ranma replied.

"Was it a very powerful one?"  

"I don't know.  At least, it wasn't more powerful than Mousse.  He is 
the god of Concealment.  Only the strongest demons in hell can hide from 
him," Ranma said.

"Then they'll be okay?"  Belldandy asked once more.

"I told you not to worry!  They'll be fine," Ranma replied.

"Well, okay," Belldandy said, smiling, "let's get to class!"


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"Where'd it go?"  

"This way!"

"Are you sure Mousse?"  Ryoga asked.

"I won't lose him!  I may not be able to see him, but I can sense him 
easily!"  

The two gods were jumping from rooftop to rooftop following after the 
yet unseen demon.  They eventually stopped as they reached an abandoned 
alleyway.  "It's no use trying to hide!  We -know- you're there!"  
Mousse called out.  Suddenly, the form of a tall, lean man appeared in 
front of Mousse.  He was wearing a blood-red kimono and easily held a 
long black katana in his hands.

"Very good, godling!  Yet knowing of my presence helps thee not!  For 
Heaven itself trembles in my wake, and thou can not defeat me!"  the 
demon proclaimed.

"Kuno!"  Mousse exclaimed.

"What kind of game are you playing, Kuno?"  Ryoga asked disgustedly. 

"Game? This is no mere game!  Thy arrogant brother doth seek his death!  
Truly he is weak!  Can he hope to overcome -my- Master?  Why, he can not 
even face me!  He sends his two lackeys in his stead!"  

"We're his brothers, not his lackeys!"  Mousse yelled.

"Yeah!  Where do -you- get off calling him arrogant and weak?  No one 
gets to insult Ranma but us!"  Ryoga added.

"Feh.  Have at thee then!"  Kuno yelled as he charged towards Ryoga.

Mousse jumped into the air and launched a pair of daggers at Kuno.  In 
an amazing display of speed and dexterity, Kuno parried both the daggers 
easily.  "Damn!  He's all yours, Bro!"  Mousse yelled as he landed back 
on the ground.

Ryoga smiled as the demon charged towards him.  Kuno swung his katana 
towards Ryoga, trying to cut him in half at the waist.  The blade missed 
Ryoga by inches as he jumped back; Kuno continued his attack.  Ryoga was 
able to dodge every strike Kuno made, but he was giving up ground.  
Ryoga's smile changed to a frustrated frown; he -never- liked going on 
the defensive.  Kuno chased Ryoga out of the alley and onto a sidewalk.  
Ryoga stood near a light post, staring warily at Kuno.

"So, dost thou admit defeat?" Kuno asked.

"Defeat?  You haven't even -touched- me yet, you idiot!"  Ryoga yelled.

"I am in a generous mood, godling, and sought to provide thee with some 
warning of my prowess," Kuno explained.

"Just shut up and fight!  The sound of your voice is making me sick!"  
Ryoga retorted.

Kuno silently charged towards Ryoga, his katana singing softly as it 
whizzed through the air.  Ryoga ducked under the attack, the blade just 
missing some stray strands of his hair.  Kuno jumped back after the 
attack and simply smiled.

"Are you finished Kuno?  If you are-" Ryoga started to say as the light 
post he was standing next to tilted in his direction.  

"Pathetic.  Truly, to fall for such a simple feint," Kuno said as the 
light post fell towards Ryoga.

Ryoga nonchalantly held out his hand and easily caught the light post 
before it could hit him.  "You really are an idiot, Kuno.  Why do you 
think I'm known as the god of Strength?"  he asked as he hefted the 
large light post like a spear.  

"Dost thou thinkst that such a crude weapon will serve well against me?"  
Kuno asked, obviously unimpressed.  

"I think it will serve me just fine," Ryoga replied, throwing the post 
at the demon.  Kuno brought his katana in front of him and, on contact, 
it sliced through the post like warm butter.  

"Indeed.  Such a weapon is worthy of thee," Kuno said sarcastically.  He 
took a single step towards Ryoga and then he was suddenly wrapped in 
chains.  

"Never turn your back on one of us, demon," Ryoga said with a smile as 
Mousse walked out of the alley, dozens of thick chains streaming from 
his sleeves.

"Now, Kuno.  What are you doing here?"  Mousse asked.

"Is Knowledge truly power in thy eyes?  Then speak to that whore, 
Nabiki!" Kuno spat.  The chains holding him suddenly fell to the ground 
as he disappeared.  

"Damn! Where'd he go?" Mousse demanded, looking around.

"I don't know.  Kuno always -was- good at running away," Ryoga replied.

"Ryoga, do you think you could make it back to the University on your 
own?" Mousse asked.

"Sure, I got the map, remember?" Ryoga replied confidently.

"Are you -really- sure?" Mousse asked dubiously.

"Yes!" Ryoga snapped, "Where are you going?" he asked.

"I'm going to try to find Kuno, you idiot, what else?" Mousse asked.

"Hey!  Who are you calling an idiot, you blind, pathetic, no-good excuse 
for a god?" Ryoga demanded.

"Blind?  Pathetic?  Ryoga. . ," Mousse growled, stalking towards his 
brother.  


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Ranma, stifling a yawn, tried in vain to keep his eyes open.  He sat in 
the back of the large lecture hall that served as Belldandy's classroom.  
The professor, an old man, with balding gray hair, was droning on about 
the human body's skeletal system.  Ranma glanced to his right at 
Belldandy and grinned in amusement.  She was staring at the professor in 
rapt attention, conscientiously taking notes and actually listening to 
the lecture. 

Ranma looked back towards the professor as a folded up slip of paper 
landed on his desk.  He picked up the paper and looked curiously over 
his left shoulder. A few rows back, three girls sat huddled together, 
giggling quietly and looking openly at Ranma.  He smiled and waved to 
them, making sure that the professor was not paying attention.  He once 
again turned back to the front of the class and unfolded the sheet of 
paper.  

"Are you Bell's new boyfriend?  (Y/N)" was written on the paper.  

(Boyfriend?  Man, rumors start up quick around here! Better stop this 
before it gets outta hand,) Ranma thought.  He grabbed a pencil that 
Belldandy had lent him and wrote a large 'N' on the sheet of paper.  
Folding up the note, he hesitantly glanced at Belldandy.  He turned back 
towards the girls, and tossed the note back to them.

Akemi caught the note as it was about to land on her desk.  She unfolded 
it as Yuri and Natsuko leaned over her shoulder to read Ranma's reply. 
"I guess he isn't the one," Natsuko whispered in dismay.  

"Are you kidding? Did you see the way she was looking at him before 
class?" Akemi objected.

"Yeah, he's the one, all right.  He just doesn't know it," Yuri chimed 
in.

"Maybe we should. . . help things along," Akemi suggested. 

"That's a great idea!  Besides, it will give us a chance to get to know 
him better," Natsuko observed.

"Oh?" Yuri asked.

"Yeah.  If he doesn't like Bell, well, maybe he'll like someone else," 
Natsuko explained mischievously.   

The girls waited patiently for class to end, then hurried to Belldandy 
and Ranma's desks. "So Bell-chan, who's your new friend?" Akemi asked.

"Yeah, tell us where you've been hiding him!" Yuri mock demanded.

"Th-this is Ranma. He's an exchange student from the United States," 
Belldandy replied. 

"Hi, nice to meet ya," Ranma grinned in reply.

"Ohhh, he's an American!" Yuri exclaimed.

"But he looks Japanese," Natsuko commented.

"And he speaks Japanese really well," Akemi commented.

"Well, uh, my parents are Japanese," Ranma explained.

"So, do you have a girlfriend?" Yuri cheerfully asked.

"Uh. . . well," Ranma floundered.

"Oh goodness! Look at the time!  We really should be getting on to our 
next class," Belldandy interjected. 

"Yeah!  I don't wanna make a bad impression on my first day," Ranma 
said.  The couple quickly stood up, gathered their things and walked out 
of the classroom.

"You scared him, Yuri!" Natsuko accused.

"Interesting reaction though, wouldn't you say?" Akemi asked.

"Yeah, there's something there all right.  They just need a little help, 
I think," Yuri mused.

"So, are we going to help them, or what?" Natsuko asked.

"Of course we are!" Yuri exclaimed.  "After all, this is Bell-chan's 
first chance at romance, we -have- to help her."  The two other girls 
nodded their heads in solemn agreement, then decided their next course 
of action.


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"I'm sorry about that, Ranma," Belldandy said as they walked into their 
next class.

"Aw, don't worry about it.  People were bound to get curious about me 
sooner or later.  I just need to work on my cover story a little," Ranma 
replied.

"I guess. . ."

"So, what's this class about?" Ranma asked.

"Calculus."

"That's math, right?" Ranma asked.

"Right," Belldandy giggled.

"Hey, I'm a warrior!  I never needed to learn this stuff," Ranma 
protested.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to insult you," Belldandy replied, still 
giggling slightly.  "You gods are just like us, aren't you?"

"Huh?  What do you mean?" Ranma asked.

"You have strengths and weaknesses.  You're not perfect, you're just 
like human beings," Belldandy explained.

"Yeah, except we live longer, we don't get sick, we're stronger, better 
looking, we-"

"And so modest, too," Belldandy sniffed disdainfully.

"Um, yeah."  Ranma grinned sheepishly.  "Look, all I'm saying is, we may 
look and act the same, but we really are a lot different," he explained.

"What about demons?"  Belldandy asked. 

Ranma's face took on a subdued expression, but the professor entered the 
classroom before he could reply.  Belldandy quickly opened her math note 
book and turned towards the front of the class.  Ranma sighed and placed 
his head on his desk.  (Great.  Looks like I'll have to get used to 
sleeping during the day,) he thought.


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"You're pathetic, Kuno!  I knew Herb-sama should have chosen someone 
else for this job!"    

"Be Silent, Dog!  The situation was well in hand!  You and your foolish 
brother need not have interfered," Kuno spat back.  He was currently 
arguing with two of his colleagues.   One was a man with short black 
hair, wearing malleable tiger-stripped body armor with matching shoulder 
pads.  The other had short blue-black hair on the front of his head and 
brown fur and an extra set of ears on the back.  

"Mint's right, Kuno.  We saved your ass, but only cause Herb-sama still 
has -some- use for you."  The tiger-striped demon said.

"You can go back to hell now, Kuno.  Lime and I can take things for 
here," Mint said assertively.

"Surely not!  The task of destroying the god of Justice was given to 
me!" Kuno bellowed.

"Yeah, but you weren't supposed to let him know you were around yet!" 
Lime pointed out.  "Besides, you -know- the plan didn't include 
attacking him or picking a fight with those two idiot brothers of his."

"They were of no importance, I would have dispatched them quite easily 
if you had not interfered," Kuno sneered.

"Sure, Kuno," Ryoga replied sarcastically.   Mint and Lime quickly 
turned away from Kuno, searching for the god who had spoken.

"Yeah, you were -really- close to beating us, weren't you?" Mousse 
chimed in.

Mint grinned in feral delight.  "We're not supposed to touch Ranma, but 
no one said any one about the two of you."

"Get ready, Bro," Mousse advised.

"Heh.  This will give us enough points to at least even up with Ranma's 
score," Ryoga realized.  

"Although, defeating Kuno won't be worth too much," Mousse replied, just 
as Lime jumped towards him.


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Belldandy stared across the table at the god who seemed to be fidgeting 
nervously in his seat.  "Is there something wrong, Ranma?" she asked.

"Huh?  No, why do you ask?"

"You haven't touched your lunch.  Is. . . is there something wrong with 
it?"  

"I'm just. . . not hungry, I guess," he replied.  

"You're worried about your brothers, aren't you?" 

"What?  No, those two idiots can take care of themselves.   But they're 
going up against a demon!" Ranma exclaimed.  "They're gonna catch up to 
my score."

"Score?" Belldandy asked, thoroughly confused.

"Yeah," Ranma said moodily, sinking a bit into his seat. 

Belldandy frowned and continued to eat.  "What exactly do you mean by 
'score'?"

"Every time a god defeats a demon, he gets awarded a certain amount of 
points.  The amount of points per demon varies depending on the demon's 
rank and strength," Ranma explained.  "Oh, you also get extra points for 
killing one."

"You. . . you actually keep score on that sort of thing?" Belldandy 
asked, completely appalled by the idea. 

"Well, sure. . ."

"But, why!" 

Ranma blinked at Belldandy in confusion.  "Why?  They're demons, we're 
gods!  It's what we do," he explained.

"Why doesn't Kami-sama do something to stop that?  I mean, He can't like 
you killing each other."

"Well. . ," Ranma replied uncomfortably, "He tried.  Things didn't work 
out quite the way He expected."

"What happened?"

"Kami-sama set up the Double System.  Each god was paired up with a 
demon.  If one of the pair died, so did the other.  Kami-sama hoped that 
this would keep us from warring with each other all the time."

"It sounds like it would work," Belldandy replied.

"It didn't.  There was this demon prince named Saffron.  He was kinda 
crazy.  He started killing all the demons around him.  A. . . lot of 
gods; my friends, died then.  Kami-sama got rid of the Double System 
right away, and we declared war on Saffron."  Ranma's face took on a 
haunted look and his eyes lost focus.  

 "Oh Ramna. . . I'm so sorry!  I- I didn't know!"

Ranma blinked then smiled warmly at Belldandy.  "It was a long time ago, 
Bell."  He nodded his head encouragingly at her doubtful look.  "Really, 
it's okay.  Anyway, we've been fighting each other ever since.  Nothing 
major, just a skirmish here or there, usually one-on-one.  I don't think 
anyone is ready for another big war, and I doubt there's anyone left in 
hell strong enough to lead all the demons again."

"So you and your brothers just. . . fight and grant wishes all the 
time?"  

"We fight and train a lot.  The wish granting. . . well, it's kinda a 
part-time job, ya know?" Ranma replied.

"I'd think that granting wishes would be more fun.  It must be wonderful 
to help people like that.  I wish I could do that."  Belldandy sighed 
wistfully and smiled at Ranma.

"You shoulda thought about that a few days ago," Ranma quipped.

"Hmmm?  Oh yeah!"  Belldandy exclaimed.  "Ranma, what -would- have 
happened if I had wished that I could grant wishes?"

"I don't know," Ranma admitted.  "Maybe you'd become a-" Ranma suddenly 
clutched his stomach and grunted in pain.  "Oww. . ."

"Ranma!  What's wrong?" Belldandy asked, suddenly worried.  

"Ryoga's. . . hurt," Ranma replied.

"You can feel his pain?"  Belldandy asked, gently rubbing the spot on 
Ranma's torso where he seemed to be hurt.

"Yeah.  I'm connected to all of my family, but to Ryoga and Mousse in 
particular."

"Are you okay? Is he okay?"  Belldandy's voice quavered. 

"I'm fine, but I gotta go.  Those idiots must be in trouble."  Ranma 
gently removed Belldandy's hand from his torso and stood up. 

"Ranma. . ."  Belldandy suddenly clutched his shirt.

"Hmm?"

"Just. . . be careful, please?"   She looked down, refusing to meet his 
gaze.

"Hey, I do this sorta thing all the time," he reassured her, grinning 
confidently.  "I'll meet ya back at your house later."

"All right.  Bring your brothers along, I'll cook dinner for them," 
Belldandy offered.

"Great!" Ranma held Belldandy's hand for a few moments and smiled warmly 
at her.  "And don't worry, we'll be fine."  


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Ryoga gritted his teeth in pain as he pulled the blade out of his 
stomach. "You'll pay for that," he managed to say, glaring angrily at 
Lime.  

"Yeah, right," Lime snorted.  "You're dead, god; and you know it."

Mint turned towards Mousse, a smug grin on his face.  "You're next," he 
predicted.

Mousse took a step back, lifted his arms, and five short blades appeared 
in each of his hands.  He took a second to glance around the alley.  He 
knew that Kuno was down and out of the fight, lying on the floor behind 
him.  Ryoga was leaning against a wall on his left, blood pouring from 
his open wound.  Mint and Lime stood in front of him, several yards 
away.  (Ryoga, can you teleport?) he telepathically asked his brother.

(No. . ,) Ryoga replied.

"Damn," Mousse murmured.  He leaped into the air and threw all ten 
blades at the two demons.  Lime jumped back out of range of the blades 
while Mint quickly caught the five that were thrown in his direction.

"Thanks for the gift," Mint replied.  He threw the blades back to 
Mousse.  

"Damn, damn, damn!" Mousse repeated.  He dodged two of the blades, 
caught the third, and batted away the remaining two with his right hand.  
As quick and agile as Mousse was, the blades only distracted him for a 
second; plenty of time for a speed demon like Mint.  

As Mousse took care of the last two blades, Mint teleported behind him 
and slammed his elbow into Mousse's lower back.  Mousse flew forward 
with a grunt and landed face first on the ground. "Time to end this," 
Mint said.

"Spirits of Justice, heed my call!  Defeat that demon, once and for 
all!"  

Mint looked up just in time to see a large green ball of energy flow 
from Ranma's hands and hit him squarely in the chest.  "I thought you 
could cast that spell silently now," Mousse said as he heard Mint crash 
into the back of the alley.

"So I was feelin' a bit dramatic," Ranma said defensively.  "You guys 
okay?"  

"I'm fine.  Ryoga. . ."

"I know, I felt it," Ranma replied.  "Take care of him."  Ranma ran 
further into the alley, but found no sign of Mint.  He looked back, but 
could not see or even feel Lime or Kuno's presence.  He sighed and went 
back to check on his fallen brother. "How bad is it, Mousse?" 

Ryoga groaned and tried to sit up.  "I'll be fine, just give me a few 
seconds to catch my breath."

"Sit still, Moron," Mousse snapped then turned towards Ranma. "He's lost 
a lot of blood.  We need a healing spell and quick!"

"Right, right. . . got a phone?"  Ranma asked.  The god of Concealment 
reached into his robes and pulled out a small cellular phone and tossed 
it to Ranma.  "Thanks."  Ranma dialed a number and waited for the other 
side to pick up.

"Goddess Relief Office," a female voice greeted.

"Hey, this is Ranma.  Transfer me to Urd, will ya?"  

"Ranchan!" the voice exclaimed.

"Ucchan? What are you doing at the Relief Office?" Ranma asked.

"Just filling in while some of the other goddesses get better.  What are 
you doing on earth?" 

"Look, I'll tell ya about it later, but I -really- need to talk to Urd 
now," Ranma replied.

"Um, okay.  Call me later!" Ukyo put Ranma on hold and dialed Urd's 
extension.  After a few rings, the line picked up.

"Whoever you are, call back later, I'm busy!" an impatient voice 
snapped.

"Urd!  Wait, it's Ranma!"

"What do you want this time," Urd sighed.

"Look, I need ya to come to earth, right now."  

"Are you nuts?  Or have you finally lost your brains along with your 
manhood?" Urd asked.

"Ryoga was attacked by a demon and I don't know any healing spells, get 
down here, now!" Ranma barked.

Urd winced and held the phone receiver away from her ear. (Jeez, must be 
bad if he's actually talking back,) she realized.  "Fine, I'll be right 
there, just turn on your television."

"I don't -have- a television, and I doubt Mousse is carrying one in his 
robes," Ranma said, glancing questioningly at his brother. Mousse merely 
shook his head.  

"That means I'm going to have to teleport to your location." Urd sighed.  
"Ranma, do you know how much energy it takes to teleport from Heaven to 
Earth?"

"Urd. . ."

"Alright, alright. . . I'll be there in a sec," Urd replied.

"Good."  Ranma turned off the phone and tossed it back to Mousse.   A 
few seconds later, with a flash of light and a puff of smoke, Urd 
appeared in front of Ranma.  The platinum-haired goddess was wearing a 
black bikini top, a short black leather skirt and a large white lab 
coat. 

"Where's the patient?" she asked.  Ranma and Mousse stood aside and Urd 
knelt near Ryoga.  "Oh, that's a nasty one," she remarked, studying the 
wound.  She pulled a small vial out of her coat pocket and held it out 
to Ryoga. "Open up, sweetie." 

Ryoga's eyes widened in fear and he tried to back away.  "Uh. . . aren't 
ya gonna cast a healing spell?" Ranma nervously asked.

"If -someone- had turned on a television like I asked him to, I wouldn't 
have used up all my energy teleporting down here," Urd explained. "This 
potion is the only way.  Come on, Ryoga."

Ryoga shook his head rapidly.  "No thanks," he said weakly.  

"Urd. . . your potions. . ," Ranma began.

"What about my potions?" Urd demanded.

"They don't work!" Ryoga exclaimed, then groaned in pain.  

"Don't be silly, of course it'll work.  I just improved the formula for 
this one, too," Urd insisted.  Ranma cringed at the word 'improved'.  
"Now, open your mouth," Urd commanded.  She broke the seal on the vial 
and prepared to pour its contents down Ryoga's throat.  

"I don't want-" Ryoga began to protest.   Urd grabbed hold of Ryoga's 
face and held his mouth open.  

"You big baby," she snapped, quickly dumping the liquid in the vial into 
Ryoga's open mouth.  The god of Strength gurgled and coughed as the 
potion flowed down his throat.  The wound on his stomach fizzled and 
hissed, and slowly sealed.  "See? I told you!" Urd exclaimed, grinning 
smugly at Ranma.  

"I guess. . . it's okay," Ryoga said, surprise and relief flowing 
through him in equal measure. 

"Of course it is!" Urd snapped.  "Honestly, try to do a god a favor. . 
."

"Uh. . . I feel kind of strange," Ryoga said.

"What do ya mean?"  Ranma asked. 

"I. . .  I don't know.  I just. . ."  A bright blue glow surrounded 
Ryoga and be began to shrink and change shape.  "What's happening to 
me?" His voice rose a few octaves and he began to shriek, then grunt.  A 
puff of blue smoke exploded from Ryoga and the other three gods stepped 
back.  

"Ryoga?"  Mousse hesitantly queried.

Ranma turned towards Urd.  "Look, I don't know much about healing, but 
was that supposed to happen?"   

"S-sure. . . it's all part of the p-process," Urd weakly replied.  

The smoke cleared, and Ranma walked back towards Ryoga.  The god of 
Justice looked down and groaned.  Urd and Mousse quickly walked up 
behind him.

"What's wrong, isn't he healed?" Mousse asked.  He looked over Ranma's 
shoulder and blinked at what he saw.  "Um. I'm kind of blind.  He hasn't 
really turned into. . . into. . ."

"Yes, Mousse," Ranma sighed, "he has."  Mousse grinned, then began 
chuckling. 

Urd followed Mousse's gaze and blushed guiltily.  "I guess. . . I'd 
better work on an antidote," she said contritely.

"Yeah, before someone decides they want a fresh steak for dinner," Ranma 
wearily sighed.  Standing in front of him was a small, and very irate 
cow. 

"Moo!" Ryoga agreed. 

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End Chapter 4.  

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Notes:

Come on, you really didn't expect a pig, did you?

All forms of C&C welcome:  public, private, constructive, flames, MSTs, 
complete silence, and even compliments!  

Well, I never thought I'd finish this chapter, yet here it is. Chapter 
5. . . gods, it's not close to being planned yet.  I took a bit of 
creative license, I think, with regards to how the gods and demons 
powers work, but this fic is so far off canon already, so I didn't think 
it would matter.  If you think something would work better, especially 
you AMG experts out there, please let me know.  

I am currently putting all my effort into my UY-Ranma cross, so 
everything else will be on hold until it's done.  I got about 15 more 
scenes to write, but it's going fairly quick.  I need a title for it, so 
those of you who have been reading the WIP versions, please give me your 
suggestions.

Namaste,

Anand


Anand Rao
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anandr@deranged-otaku.com
http://www.deranged-otaku.com/

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