On Tue, 6 Jul 1999, Gregg Sharp wrote:

i have a picture of Ranma-yousei up on my webpage, that
is a clickable link to the entire story, as it is
rewritten.

have now seen.  interesting.

 "Mine!" Nabiki's reaction was so intense it was almost
violent. This brought a stare from Kasumi and Shampoo.

But you can rent him later.

 The catburglar riffled through the files until she
found the required information. It had been years since
she had been in the infamous Catseye gang, but this
Isao had shown up with evidence of her involvement.
Worse, her sisters were plainly visible on the photos.
Now this person kept coming up with little jobs
requiring her talents. Each job offered her the option
of buying a little more of the evidence. His apartment
had nothing. None of his haunts revealed the secret
cache these photos and films and other such bits came
from.

which is why she'd hired the current owners of the cafe to do some deep 
nastiness on him.

 "If the minotaur shows up, I'm outta here." Hitomi
didn't even look up from where she was sorting through
the files. She'd seen the minotaur once. Once had been

Hmm...

 "Somehow it doesn't surprise me." Isao spread papers
out, then quickly used the school
photocopier to make duplicates of the important bits.

Mainly the panty shots.

----Tendo-ke, Nerima-------------------
 A few hours later, Ranma-yousei was sleeping. The poor
boy had been exhausted by some ritual he'd prepared

"a ritual" would be better, or "some rituals".

more dark blue. "You also smell, you know that? Sort of
a baked cinnamon. Men are _not_ supposed to smell like
baked goods. I'd noticed that earlier. I can tell what
mood you're in by the scent." The colors had faded down
to violet.

men react best to vanilla and apple pie scent.  not sure about women.

 Upon seeing the albino and sensing the strangeness,
he'd hoped that here was another. It
had taken some time to determine that she was NOT a
dragon but was a half-breed. Of WHAT he was
not sure yet.

alien.

 "Oh...my..." Kasumi managed to say, holding her cross
to bar passage into the rest of the house. Watching
over Shampoo's shoulder the scene of Ranma fighting a
vampire in Akane's room, she couldn't believe she'd
ever thought that younger men were boring.

In conversation, that is.

 "You...saved me." Akane looked at the amazon with a
completely different viewpoint. "He...he would have..."

Is her hearing back on?

 "You are NOT leaving that in my room, are you?" Akane

Sure.  After all, we need an early warning system if it comes back.

 Downstairs, Genma was draining his third bottle. He
had *not* seen what he'd thought he'd seen. It had to
have been a hallucination, so there was nothing to get
worked up about. Ranma could *not* have been fighting
some snarling fanged guy with glowing red eyes in
Akane's bedroom. Absolutely not.

Obviously it was Akane again.

 In her room, Nabiki was smiling and mumbling something
about whipped cream and strawberries.

Having finally gotten to the part of the dream where Ranma took her out 
for dessert.

her friend's bed. If she dressed more like Nabiki or
Kasumi would Ranma pay more
attention to her?

Only long enough to determine that she wasn't possessed.

       As to the morality of Featherbrite engaging even
in such minor mind control, her morality is of an alien
nature. She doesn't "get" humans, even with her years
of experience.

We really need a scene at some point where Brite's meddling horribly 
backfires.

 "Oh no, Akane!" Nabiki hurried to her youngest
sister's room. Akane wasn't there, but there *was*
Shampoo sweeping up what appeared to be some sort of
black dust.

Nabiki suddenly felt the need to avenge her sister's killing by the 
wicked Amazon.

 Nabiki glanced into Kasumi's room and noted that Akane
was sprawled out over a futon and snoring. She wouldn't
admit how relieved that made her feel.

Otherwise she would have had to kill Shampoo.

 "Yeah," Nathan sipped at his coffee again. "Last reset
was in 2015. End of the world because of one man's
hubris. He had a clone of his deceased wife running
around. She was a lot like that girl."

Well, and a little help from other men's powerlust.

 Akane brightened. She could show her appreciation for
both of them by making them cookies! From overhearing
Shampoo talking to Kasumi, Akane knew that her home
village was a little on the primitive side. She'd
probably never had homemade cookies before. As for
Ranma, being dragged all over Japan and China, he
probably hadn't had them very often himself.

maybe...

 Akane smiled. Just as soon as she got home from
school, she'd be sure to whip up a couple of batches of
cookies.

arrgh.

 Shammi began to glow a fitful blue. "<You... YOU...YOU
DARE!!!>" This was hitting her right where it hurt. She
knew others considered her skills to be less than
stellar, and it rankled. "DIE!"

 Ryouga took a step back. "Uh oh."

Ah, she does know some Japanese...

 Nabiki and Shampoo instinctively moved a little closer
to Kasumi. All three noted that Holly was interested in
Ranma, but apparently couldn't have it. All three came

No, no, only akane thinks of Ranma as an 'It'. K,N, and S all think of 
the cursed one as 'he', especially after the bathroom incident.

 "WHAT?!" Nabiki blinked as she listened  to the offer.
She wondered what all this had to do with party
supplies. "No! Absolutely not! I am NOT the one that
hates boys! You want Akane!"

Reverting to normal behavior here...

 "Oh," Holly mused. "Don't know anyone who was abused
as a child who could use a long period of healing in
the Faerie Realm?"

 Nabiki stepped forward. "Excuse me, but I happen to
know someone who fits the bill, but you're gonna have
to get his agreement to come here."

and how does she know this about Kunou?
OTOH, she was conveniently absent the first time elder Kunou showed up, 
AFAIR, so she may well have known...

 "Akane, have you been cooking?" Nabiki sniffed the air
and immediately wished that she hadn't.

Since she had never cooked before, she wondered why Akane started now.

 Nabiki looked at what Kasumi was holding in her hands.
"Say, isn't that Mother's..."

 Kasumi lay the shattered pieces of the large mixing
bowl carefully in the trash, taking
a moment to point out to her new "little sister"  the
kanji on the bottom that read "Tendo."

Now this is just a gratuitious slam on akane, who reveres her mother's 
memory just as much as her sisters do.  Perhaps they can find it 
inexpertly glued back together?

 "Oh, Kasumi's mother make bowl? Oh. 

Maybe Ranma can > fix?"

 Kasumi's head snapped up. There was hope after all.
Maybe that trick of Ranma's...

Metal foil, remember?

 But then, so had Shampoo until Doctor Tofu arrived
with Mister Stomach Pump.

Just for reference, the only time Ranma actually became violently ill 
from akane's cooking, as opposed to just loathing the taste, he'd also 
eaten a stack of Kodachi's photographs a little earlier...and silver 
nitrate is *not* good for the stomach.

 As for the next day, nothing much

 Ranma had a long talk with his imaginary friend, which
made Akane wonder if she was the only sane person in
the household.

define "sane".  If you mean "not having mind bent by fairy magic", you 
and your father are it.

 "We'll leave briefly, come back when they've all
passed out. If we put Nabiki and Ranma to bed, surely
the boy's shyness will be overwhelmed." Soun nodded. If
nothing else, he knew Nabiki. If Nabiki wanted
something, she wouldn't hesitate to go after it. At
least she didn't go around finding things and signing
her name on them to indicate they were HERS. Keeping
her away from magic markers had been a problem that
year.

cute.


more later,
SKJAM!