Greetings, I've done a little modification on chapter six since 
the last time it was posted.  And since it's been a while I'll repost 
the whole story as well.  Not much different on 1-5 though.


Legal: The characters of Ranma 1/2 were created by the great Rumiko 
Takahashi.
I am using them without permission, hopefully for the purpose of 
entertaining someone.  If anyone who has a right to sue me has that 
desire, I have almost no money.

	C&C is appreciated, you can contact me at brenda02@sprynet.com
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A Ranma 1/2 Fanfict
Surreal Genius
By Brendan O'Donnell
Part six

	Ranma shoot awake and rose to a seated posture, coughing and 
wiping the water from her face.  She looked up at Nabiki who was 
standing by her futon holding a bucket of water.
	"Do you mind?"  Ranma commented in an annoyed tone.
	"Hey you didn't wake up when I asked you and Noriko said this 
was the quickest option."  She responded with a wide grin.
	With an almost suppressed snarl Ranma stood and walked through 
the halls toward the Bath.

	A shadowy figure sat in a tree before the gates of a large 
school complex.  His eyes were scanning the faces of the students as 
they filed into the building.. He frowned.  "Ranma," he commented, 
softly.  Glancing at the clock on the tower he realized that his target 
had not arrived.  He leapt off the tree branch, and landed quietly, his 
brown cloak settling around him.  Looking at the school building he 
nodded to himself as he identified the window of the office.  With a 
slight grin he ran straight up to that window, pausing to ram his fist 
into the wall beside it.  The wall exploded.
	Entering through his just created opening the figure walked up 
to the filing cabinets on the wall and opened the drawer marked S.  
Identifying the folder he sought he opened it, and read quickly.  He 
frowned.
	The door of the records room slammed open and a secretary 
stepped in.  "What happened?" she commented while looking around the 
room.  The figure stood, and suddenly she found herself slammed against 
the wall.
	"Where is Furinkan High school?"

	Shampoo hummed to herself as she walked through the streets, 
taking a longer rout back to the Saotome house that she hadn't taken 
before.  She was feeling a joy that none of the homework in her bookbag 
could diminish.  In her village she was the descendant and chosen heir 
of one of the strongest matriarchs.  She was proud of her position but 
the requirements were tiring.  *Here in Japan, I'm just an incredibly 
beautiful exchange student.*  She thought to herself.  *And since I'm 
the only amazon in the entire city, I don't have play the role of 
supreme warrior to everyone I meet!  No one caries if I follow the old 
traditions or not!*  With a joyful laugh she leaped onto the top of a 
nearby stone wall and started running along it's length.  The sound of 
voices from  the other side prompted her to look and she stopped, 
frowning to herself.
	On the other side of the Wall a confrontation was underway.  A 
group of four or five extremely bandaged figures in sweatsuits were 
threatening a black haired girl in a school uniform.
	Shampoo frowned to herself.  *I shouldn't take sides but five 
to one doesn't even resemble fair odds* Before she could take action 
the five pulled odd-looking clubs and charged the schoolgirl.  Their 
target pulled a long black ribbon from her schoolbag and with an 
unnerving laugh she deftly deflected their attacks.  *Hmm, it's unfair 
in the other direction*  The Ribbon wielder started thrashing her now 
cowering attackers.  *Gloating over defeated opponents is ok, beating 
them is going too.*  Shampoo thought to herself a second before leaping 
off the wall.
	The ribbon wielding girl was cheerfully lashing her would be 
attackers, when suddenly a hand snapped out and caught it, pulling it 
tight.  She looked up into the face of the purple haired girl who had 
caught it.
	"You beat many enemy, should be enough, no need excess."  
Shampoo said.
	"You caught my Ribbon�  I see your no ordinary girl."
	"Shampoo no ordinary, she better." Shampoo replied with a smug 
grin.
	"No matter." Shampoo's new opponent replied as she dropped her 
ribbon and flipped one of her opponents clubs into the air with her 
foot.  "No one interferes with the black rose."  She added as she 
caught the club and lunged foreword, thrusting the weapon at Shampoo.  
Shampoo ducked under the attack, lashing out with a kick to her 
opponents legs, knocking her off her feet. Shampoo followed her first 
attack with a rising uppercut, however the Ribbon wielder had used the 
trip as the start of a handspring, which avoided the punch and threw 
her to land several feet away.
"Well, you are good."  Shampoo's opponent commented, pulling a black 
rose from her schoolbag.  "I'm Kodachi, the black rose,"  She said as 
she threw the rose into Shampoo's hands.  Turning she leaped to the top 
of the wall, paused and looked back at Shampoo.  "Be sure to remember 
that."  And with a laugh that sent shivers down Shampoo's spine she 
left in a series of roof to roof bounds.
	Shampoo looked after her brief opponent a moment then was 
reminded of the five sweatsuit clad fighters who were now weeping over 
their loss.

	In Akane's room the Kodachi's five opponents were seated on the 
floor before her bed.  On the bed Akane and Shampoo were siting looking 
at them.  "Akane,"  one tearfully began.
	"Please, you have to help us." Another added.
	Akane looked at them, "The entire Rhythmic Gymnastics team was 
ambushed?"
	"We were trying to repay the favor but she was just too good."
	 "And it's only a week till the big contest."
	 "You've gotta help us, Akane!"
	"It's Martial arts rhythmic gymnastics and you're the only girl 
in school who has any chance of beating that cheater!"
	"Actually there two girl now."  Shampoo commented with a smug 
grin.  Akane glared at her a second, then smiled at the girls.
	"Don't worry guy's, I'll help you out, and Shampoo might too."
	"Of course Shampoo help, Shampoo want second chance at rose 
maniac."
	"I'm not entering, but if you let me get some water I'll help 
you train."  Ranma commented as he straightened himself off the 
doorframe and walked out of the room.

	Ranma looked around the Dojo, contemplating the Rhythmic 
Gymnastic tools lying everywhere.  Shampoo was going from tool to tool, 
cheerfully testing them with the proficiency of an expert in many 
weapons learning the basics of a new one.  Akane was�  "Um, can I help 
you with that?"
	"Shut up!"  She called back as she struggled with the Ribbon 
which she had tangled around herself.  Hearing Shampoo giggle she 
pivoted to glare at the Chinese girl.
	"Akane not worry, Shampoo beat rose maniac easy at contest."
	"I'm the one the team asked for help, I'll beat her!"
	Shampoo opened her mouth a moment, then closed it as she 
glanced at her watch.  "No time for argue, Shampoo have date tonight." 
 With those words she exited the Dojo.
	Akane looked after her.  "She has a date."
	Ranma shrugged her shoulders and commented.  "Well in the 
village there were all sorts of protocols about her and the local boys 
her age, this is her first chance to just go on a date and relax."
	"Dates," Akane responded.  "She's been out with a different guy 
every night."
	"Well dating is pretty much a once in a lifetime experience for 
her," Ranma commented while smiling and shaking his head.  "Noriko and 
Shampoo talked for a while a few nights ago and they decided that if 
Shampoo did meet anyone she really wanted to take seriously she'd get 
me to help him train."  Ranma scratched her head.  "I guess it'd be 
easier to get the elders to accept her getting serious with someone she 
could genuinely say beat her.  Noriko's the one who knows about those 
tradition whatever's if you want to ask."
	Ranma crossed her arms as she contemplated Akane.  Stepping 
foreword she picked up a pair of Gymnastics clubs.  "Well, unless you 
want to call it a night we should start with the basic forms."
	"I'm not quitting!"

	"That's enough for tonight."  Ranma commented as she put down 
the ribbon she was holding.
	Akane slumped in exhaustion a few moments, then started a few 
stretching exercises.  "Can I really do this?"  She commented quietly.
	Ranma looked at her.  "Akane, you shouldn't underestimate 
yourself.  It wouln't be easy, but you can really improve.  Of course I 
would have to see Kodachi in action to judge weather or not you can do 
better than loose gracefully."
	"Thanks."  She responded sarcastically.  She focused her 
remaining energy into stomping out of the Dojo.
	Ranma walked after her, then frowned and looked up at the roof 
of the main house.  With a quick jump she crossed the distance.

	Akane sat in the furo, letting the hot water relax her as she 
recalled the intense training session she had just endured.  She heard 
a Kiah from outside.  She opened her eyes and sat up.  There was a 
muffled clattering from above her.  *Someone's fighting on the roof.*

	Wearing a well-worn Gi, Akane entered her room and opened her 
window.  Jumping out she grabbed the edge of the roof and pulled 
herself up.  Looking around she saw a figure with a red pigtail sitting 
on the top edge of the roof facing away from her.  "Hi Akane." Ranma 
commented.
	"Ranma�  I thought I heard someone fighting up here.."
	Ranma nodded.  "Kodachi.  Apparently she said something about 
preferring to get her 'fair fighting' done before the contest."  She 
stood and brushed a few black rose petals off her Gi.  "Akane," Ranma 
said as she turned and looked her in the eye.  "I see many hours of 
practice ahead of you.  Long hours."

	A figure stood deep in the shadows filling the Saotome yard.  
Looking up at the house, singling out one particular window.
	"Hi Mousse!"  called Noriko as she stepped into the yard.
	The shadowed figure looked at her and stepped foreword.  
"Noriko?"  He asked as his hand reached up to adjust his thick glasses. 
 "How did you know I was here?"
	Noriko responded.  "Oniichan just called to tell us that 
someone might try to ambush Shampoo.  So we started looking and I 
spotted you.  What are you doing here in Japan?"
	"My love for Shampoo will never waver, it inspires me to climb 
the highest peaks, to cross the deepest ocean depths!"
	"You know she isn't interested."  Noriko sighed to herself.  "I 
know how hard it is to let go of your pursuit of her, but your going to 
have to sooner or later."
	"Shampoo is my life.  However small the chance the hope of 
winning her love is more important to me than anything."
	Noriko reached into his sleeve and grabbed his hand.  Mousse 
looked down at her.  They both looked up toward the sounds of fighting 
that suddenly erupted from the room that was previously Ranmas.
	 "Don't,"  Noriko proclaimed, tightening her grip on Mousse's 
hand.  He looked down at her.  "Shampoo doesn't want help.  And she's 
good enough that she would almost never need it."
	There was a crash and Mousse and Noriko looked up again to see 
a feminine figure flying across the sky.  Mousse immediately turned in 
pursuit with a cry of "Shampoo!"
	Noriko glanced at the hole in the wall through which Shampoo 
was looking.  Noriko thought a moment, then started to run after 
Mousse.  *Dad better wait till morning before he fixes that.* In her 
mind she recalled the frequent times the Dojo and house had been 
damaged through her father and brother's fights.  A smile touched her 
face as she remembered watching in awe as they repaired the damage at 
fantastic speed, patching the damaged areas with a skill that left the 
patches almost invisible.  *Dad might even teach me a few of the 
maneuvers!*  She thought excitedly.  *He's always been hesitant about 
sharing what he and Ranma learned about Construction Martial arts, but 
if he's got to do the repairs himself he might decide to teach me 
enough to help!*
	Two more jumps brought her to the roof where Mousse was 
standing, the body of an attractive girl in a leotard cradled in his 
arms.  His glasses over his eyes he was looking into her face.  "I 
thought she was Shampoo." he commented, turning his head toward Noriko.
	Then glanced back down at the girl who now stirred in his arms. 
 She opened her eyes and looked up at him.  "Oh, thank you."  Her arms 
reached up and she quickly wrapped them around his neck.  "I was so 
frightened!"  She added hugging Mousse tightly.
	"Ah...  I just� that is I saw you�"
	"You're Kodachi right?"  Noriko commented.  Kodachi shifted her 
suddenly very cold gaze to her.
	"Isn't it past your bedtime little girl?"  Kodachi commented, 
making sure her arms stayed around Mousse's neck as he set her on her 
feet.
	"I've got some time."  Noriko responded with a grin.  "So what 
were you doing?"
	 "I was merely discussing sportsmanship with my future 
opponent, and that purple haired barbarian attacked me!"  She looked 
into Mousse's face.  "And then you saved me,"  She said as she pressed 
her body against his, "Please I must know who my handsome savior is."
	"Uh� I'm�"
	"Mousse!"  Noriko commented.
	Mousse quickly nodded vigorously.  "I'm Mousse!"  He took a 
deep breath, then frowned.  "And you shouldn't talk about Shampoo like 
that!"
	Kodachi looked at Mousse and asked timidly "Is, is Shampoo 
important to you?"
	"He's been chasing her for years, and she's been trying to make 
him stop just as long."  Noriko said.
	"She's a fool then."  Kodachi responded, looking into Mousse's 
lenses.  Raising her hand to his cheek she added, "How could any woman 
not want someone so handsome and strong."
	Mousse began sweating, and his face was almost completely red. 
 "Um, well, I need to, my�"
	"Spam?"  Noriko commented.
	"Spam!  I need to feed my Spam!"  He said as he pulled himself 
from Kodachi's grip and ran into the night as fast as he could.
	Kodachi took a step after him, then stopped and sighed as she 
looked to the ground.
	"You like him then."  Noriko stated as she stepped next to 
Kodachi.
	Looking down haughtily Kodachi said, "And who might you be 
child."
	Noriko directed a hard look at her, then adopted a crooked 
smile.  "Noriko Saotome.  Your best chance for eternal happiness with 
Mousse there."
	"And what makes you think so highly of yourself?"
	"Well, first off  I actually know him, and I have studied 
romance for most of my life.  Trust me if I can't get you together you 
were never meant to be."
	"Why?"
	Noriko smiled benevolently.  "I don't know you so I can't tell 
weather or not your right for Mousse.  I do know that you could well be 
right for making Mousse give up on chasing after Shampoo and that's 
something everyone wants done. I'll meet you at caf� Toramaru tomorrow 
at five."  She turned and started back toward the Saotome home.  
Pausing she looked over her shoulder.  "Don't forget now."

	Akane stumbled slightly as she walked along the top of the 
fence.
	"Keep up."  Ranma commented from where he was walking on the 
fence in front of her, his nose buried in a book.
	Akane scowled at him and picked up the pace slightly.
	"Remember your doing this for the fight.  Balance is one of the 
most critical elements of agility and it has to be second nature to 
you."
	Akane broke into a run and lashed out with a leg sweep as soon 
as she approached Ranma.  Who fell forward, grabbed the fence and 
pushed off into a handspring and landed easily on the fence.  With a 
scowl he jumped to the ground to pick up his dropped book.
	"You're the one who wanted my help.  If you want to take on 
Kodachi you have to squeeze every bit of training you can into your 
day."
	"I know!  You don't have to be so smug about it!"
	"I'm not being smug."  He responded in an annoyed tone.
	"No of course not Mister 'I took all those training trips so 
I'm so much better than you could ever hope to be.'"
	"You shouldn't feel jealous."
	"I AM NOT JEALOUS, YOU EGOTISTICAL SEX CHANGING WEIRDO!"
	With a slight growl Ranma stuck his nose back into his book 
ignoring the fact it was now upside down. book and started running the 
remaining distance to school.

	"I said I was sorry, Ranma!"  Akane commented in an annoyed 
voice.
	"And I said I accepted your apology.  That has nothing to do 
with training."  Ranma responded with similar annoyance as he whipped 
the Bo staff he was holding in a quick arc at Akane's legs.  As she 
jumped over the stick and landed back on the fence Ranma smiled 
slightly and nodded.  "Kodachi is good, so training for a few hours 
every night isn't going to be enough."  He shifted his hands to the 
middle of the Bo, and with a quick spin he aimed a swipe at her legs 
which continued into a strike at her midriff.  Akane jumped over the 
first, then vaulted over the second, grabbing the top of the fence to 
flip herself foreword to her feet.  Her hands slipped.
	"Akane!"  Ranma called as he dropped his staff.  Akane had 
avoided hitting the fence and landed in the road performing what Ranma 
recognized as a perfect breakfall technique.
	"Damn!"  Akane muttered to herself as she rose to a sitting 
position and quickly brushed off her sleeves and blouse.  Then she 
looked at Ranma's extended hand with annoyance.  "I don't need help!"
	Ranma pulled back his hand.  "Not with falling right and 
getting up of course.  Look I'm sorry you fell, but there is no point 
in training that doesn't push you too and past your current limits."  
He turned and picked up his staff.  "Another fundamental element of 
training is that when you fall off the fence, you have to get right 
back on.  Now hop up and give me three flips."
	Akane groaned to herself.  *Is beating Kodachi really worth all 
this?*  She remembered  Shampoo telling her, *"Akane not worry, Shampoo 
beat rose maniac easy at contest."*  With a scowl she jumped onto the 
fence, took three steps, then leaped into a front flip, landing on her 
feet  on the fence ahead of her, wobbled a moment, then smiled as she 
centered her balance properly once again.
	"One"  Ranma commented.