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Otaku Reflected

Episode One, Part One
A Prelude to Chaos

by Jared Ornstead
aka Skysaber


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	To say that Oberon and Titania did not get along would be rather like 
saying that Belldandy tends to be polite or that planets tend to be 
fairly heavy. The two would infrequently reconcile, but then things 
tended to blow up before very long. Hera and Zeus, for example, were the 
very spirit of domestic bliss when compared to Oberon and Titania.
	Oberon *did* tend to keep tabs on things, and was therefore interested 
when all the dimensional comings-and-goings of his latest scheme to 
obtain a mortal paramour failed to rouse his estranged wife from her 
Citadel. With Ravenshart out of the action, he had to use other spies, 
but that was something he had in number.
	The report from Shadoweye was something that Oberon found *very* 
intriguing.
	The faerie had been around for a very long time, but there were things 
far older than they were. One was a fellow named Puck who had briefly 
been within Oberon's service for the chance to sow a little mischief. 
This brief service had lasted about seven hundred mortal years, and had 
ended when Puck had decided that Oberon was more interested in causing 
chaos than mischief. To Puck, aka Robin Goodfellow, there was a 
considerable amount of difference between mischief and chaos.
	Titania had spent some time with Puck recently, and apparently had 
learned of Alternate Universes from that mischievous being.
	Up until this revelation, Oberon and Titania had played only with Three 
Worlds, though they knew of others. The Faerie Realm was their home, the 
Mortal Realm a lower energy world where inherent faerie abilities were 
great powers, Makai- a land of demons and dark beings (though they'd 
gotten rather placid of late and weren't nearly as much fun as they'd 
used to be).
	Other mortal planes got Oberon to thinking, and he started looking at 
the possibilities therein. Magical energies got his attention, and he 
noted that his chosen paramour existed on one of those other planes. He 
cast his mind's eye on these other realities and found amusement.
	Here, the one known as Ranma was a powerful mage, and married to a 
Asgardian!
	Here, another version of Ranma walked worlds with ease and had powerful 
allies.
	Here, in a universe with a faster time rate, yet another Ranma had 
married a girl named Akane Tendo and fathered a child named Ranko. Now it 
was the *daughter* who adventured (mainly because her home life was such 
a *hell* that just about any excuse to get away was welcomed) and crossed 
planar boundaries.
	Oberon's gaze was stopped as a black cat crossed his path. "Puck."
	"Nowadays it's Toltiir," acknowledged the currently feline Elder. "Don't 
go any further, old friend. Some of these realities have guardians, and 
many would not hesitate to strike you down."
	Oberon considered as the image of the Elder faded. He had forces 
aplenty. He would concentrate on *his* Realm, for now, but sending a 
highly placed UnSeelie Lord in to stir things up (and possibly net him 
one of those more interesting Ranmas) seemed well within his current 
abilities.
	Oberon smirked. Why, he might even start a collection.

=====

	In the local California park a young man in exercise shorts ran laps 
around the lake. It had been raining heavily lately, and he was splashed 
with mud all over his bare feet. Which he felt was all the better, as 
pulling feet out of sucking mud to retain a running pace was all that 
much more exercise.
	It wasn't that he was all that fanatical, though he could be when 
required. It's just that he had an overpowering mind and an intense 
curiosity about the limits of his own body, and a sometimes desire to 
expand them. Something about the health of the body and of the mind being 
linked. He couldn't explain it, he just knew that it worked. If he kept 
his body satisfied, then his mind had more power.
	However, it was a very peculiar desire for the age. And it drew some 
very unusual attention. Three fairies consulted in the bushes.
	The first yawned, being newly awakened. "Huh? Wow." She tugged the 
sleeve of her sleeping sister. "Look, Flora. Look at that mortal."
	The second faerie awoke as the third served both her sisters tea, being 
a much earlier riser. The second smacked her mouth a few times, sounding 
of morning breath. "What is it? Oh!" Her eyes snapped wide, sleep 
forgotten. "Yes, I see him, Fauna. Quite a specimen, isn't he? Reminds me 
of the old days, when we had a prince creeping behind every bush."
	The first hmphed. "He's not a prince, at least he doesn't look like one 
anyway. It's so hard to tell since they gave up royal families. But 
anyway, look at the way he's moving."
	The third abandoned her domestic task. "I say, isn't that combat 
practice?"
	The first nodded. "On such a peaceful world too. We aren't due to need 
another hero until the present empires fall, and that's a little while 
away yet."
	"It seems such a pity to let a good hero go to waste like that." The 
third sighed, going back to her chores, munching on a very large sandwich 
with all sorts of meat, lettuce, tomatoes, and such things piled between 
slabs of bread
	The young man, oblivious to this conversation, began running atop a 
rough wall made of logs. It was low and uneven, made up of trunks of many 
varied lengths, for children to climb over and practice balance. He ran 
across it, not without trouble though, having to cut his speed by quite a 
bit.
	The second faerie sipped her tea ruthlessly, refusing to care. "Oh, what 
does it matter anyway? They all carry iron these days. It's not like we 
could do anything." She secretly sniffed. "It's been *ages* since we got 
a good transportation or shapeshift in. I've almost forgotten how to turn 
a man into a toad."
	The first was gleaming. "Oh *no* he doesn't!" She sang. The other two 
peered over her shoulder and marveled.
	"That's right!"
	"Look at that. No shoes even, and he's heading toward a faerie circle!"
	This was too good a chance to miss. The three swiftly consulted. "I vote 
we make a toad out of him."
	"Waste of a good hero."
	"Shall we have him bring down an evil overlord?"
	"This world hasn't got anything else these days. It would just get 
replaced by another. Whoever heard of bureaucracy, anyway? Stuff and 
nonsense!"
	"Whatever it is, we'd best do it fast! We won't get an opportunity like 
this again for decades!"
	"Wish granting?"
	"Old fashioned, but good. Just give him whatever's on his mind? We 
haven't time to approach him properly."
	"Agreed." The other two chorused, not having the slightest qualm about 
letting anything happen so long as it was more interesting than making 
tea, waiting for a new era of dragons and things.
	The youth was just finishing up his morning run, his body protesting 
beautifully. He was satisfied, thinking that it was nothing like Ranma's 
conditioning, but who could compete with anime?
	That was when his foot crossed the circle of toadstools and sank into 
the mud. A flash of light and he vanished. A sparkling rainbow of 
energies rippled and faded over the toadstools, leaving the faerie circle 
unexpectedly empty.
	"You really shouldn't have done that."
	The three faeries whirled around from their chores to see a minuscule 
woman standing behind them, dressed in an elegant little white gown with 
faerie sprinkles glimmering all over. While the first three faeries were 
rather dumpy and a little plain, this new one was perfectly proportioned 
and indeed, if she were five feet taller and had hidden her wings, might 
pass for a very attractive mortal.
	Which was one of her favorite pastimes.
	"Mistress Titania!" Flora whispered, quickly executing a curtsy. "We 
were not expecting you, Your Majesty." The other two dipped into curtsies 
as well, each one showing varying degrees of astonishment and guilt.
	"Who was that mortal?" Titania played with the tip of her pearl wand. "I 
can only say that the guardians of the dimensions he disrupted were not 
pleased."
	The three faeries all looked guiltily to the ground, then to each other, 
fidgeting.
	"Well?"
	Titania did not need to raise her voice. Ever.
	Merryweather, the third faerie, bobbed a curtsy and whispered something 
too low to be heard.
	"What was that?" The Queen of the Fae demanded.
	"Wedon'tknow." 
	"What?" Having to repeat herself was almost unheard of for the Queen of 
Faerie and she was actually becoming quite interested. It had been an 
appallingly dull few centuries and anything anyone was *this* anxious to 
hide had to be interesting.
	"We don't know, Highness." Merryweather repeated, playing with her 
fingertips without looking up.
	Titania blinked for several seconds. "You don't know." She repeated. 
"You granted a dimension spanning wish without even knowing the name of 
the mortal who was to receive it?"
	That was daring. More daring than even *she'd* normally consider. 
Without knowing the recipient's name beforehand, a wish could not be 
undone if things didn't turn out the way you liked.
	"Why, pray tell, did you do that?"
	Flora gulped heavily. "Um, well... it'd been so long since we'd seen a 
hero, you see, and..." She broke off when she saw Titania smiling. Unless 
she was trying to charm someone, Titania did not have a nice smile. It 
was always pretty, unfailing polite, and unmistakably fiendish.
	"Oh, really? A hero, you say? How interesting. Tell me more about him, 
and why you chose to send him across so many dimensions."
	"We didn't know he would travel through the dimensions, Highness." Fauna 
pled, trying to better their predicament.
	"How could you not?" Titania resumed playing with both tips of her wand, 
then froze as a thought struck her. She blinked again. Oh, my. Things 
*were* getting interesting weren't they? "Please do not tell me that you 
granted an OPEN wish?"
	"As Your Majesty wishes." Flora bobbed a very relieved curtsy, thankful 
to have gotten out of that.
	"Oh, my." Titania remained frozen in place, blinking in surprise. A wish 
to an unnamed mortal and *no one* involved knew the terms? This could be 
as interesting as the last war between the Seelie and Unseelie courts. 
She smiled again.
	"We didn't *know* that he would wish to travel through the dimensions." 
Fauna pled. "Most mortals wish for gold, jewels or for something like 
that. How were we to know that he would decide to travel off somewhere?"
	Titania felt her ancient, yet smoothly attractive, face nearly crack 
into a genuine smile. These three really had no idea what they'd done! 
Oh, it would cause all sorts of trouble but what interesting thing 
wouldn't? This was entertainment fit for *decades* if not centuries even 
if the mortal was boring! Just seeing the punishment decided upon  by the 
thousand or more dimensional guardians who'd had their universes 
threatened.
	The concept of what would be should the mortal prove interesting...
	If the mortal was an interesting sort this could be a whole new sport 
that would stretch on for millennia at the very least. She would have to 
find Oberon and rub his nose in it.
	Titania feigned a sigh. "The worst has happened." She lied as only a 
member of a royal court can, hiding her glee. Mischief occurred to her 
and she wondered if she could drag Puck in on an aspect or two on this. 
At the very least she could get the ball started.
	She raised both her head and her wand.
	"And because it is those of the Fae that caused it to occur, it is up to 
us to help solve it." ~Or make it worse.~ "There is much cleaning up to 
be done." ~Rather the opposite, of course.~ "From the reports of the 
dimensional guardians over a thousand different dimensions were disrupted 
because of the mortal's travel Gateways."
	"Wow, try saying THAT five times fast." Flora giggled. Somehow she knew 
that they weren't going to get punished for this, at least not by Titania.
	"Saying what five times fast?" Merryweather asked distractedly, coming 
out of her funk.
	"Different dimensions disrupted."
	"That isn't all that hard a tongue twister." Fauna remarked, "And it 
doesn't contain any humor either, Flora. So I don't see why you're 
laughing. After all, it isn't as though you could interrupt a normal 
conversation with it. Those words don't occur very often."
	"Only when you are very likely to be in trouble." Titania regained 
control of the conversation with an icy glance, having spent this time 
summoning her favorite scrying mirror, which she turned back to. "As I 
was saying, most of the disruptions were trivial. A bit of snow here or 
there where it was not supposed to be, a pool of water in a desert or a 
dry patch on the sea floor. Most of these are self-correcting. But I can 
tell of at least three dimensions that will have more long-term..." 
~Results!~ "Ahem, problems."
	"THREE?" All three faeries cried out, aghast.
	Dimensional distortions occurred occasionally. Usually they could be 
taken care of by a trivial manipulation or by finding the right alien to 
invade and wipe out all trace of the affected civilization.
	One couldn't have inaccurate time lines running about. Well, it happened 
all the time, actually. Just few people were allowed to be aware of it. 
Those sort of things were considered to be a privilege and it got messy 
if too many were allowed to get involved in them.
	Messy suited Titania perfectly. 
	She stroked the rim of her mirror. "First you must find this errant 
mortal. Then he must be returned. The Guardians of each gateway must be 
appeased that we are doing all we can."
	"That would be a good tongue twister." Flora remarked.
	"What is?" Merryweather asked.
	"Gateway's Guardians."
	"No it isn't." Fauna argued.
	"Yes it is. Gateway's Guardians five times."
	"No it isn't. A good tongue twister has to have at least five words that 
sound the same and start with the same letter."
	"For some reason, I'm not surprised that this problem started because 
you three granted a wish." Titania murmured, expecting them not to hear, 
or at least to pretend to not have heard, which was more likely among the 
Fae. 
	From her assistant, whom she'd discretely contacted on the side, Titania 
had learned that despite the way they behaved, these three were some of 
the oldest and, in their own way, wisest faeries who lived in the vast, 
interdimensional Courts of Faerie.
	And among the most innocent as well, strangely enough.
	~All probably due to the fact that they'd never *attended* Court.~ The 
Queen groused inwardly to herself.
	If it would have helped, she would have threatened and browbeat them at 
how dangerous and important their mistake was, except she knew that they 
already knew, and that this was their way of coping and helping to solve 
this problem.
	~Several points against them all.~ 
	And yet, here the Queen thought. If they could be but trusted to 
continue in the happy, bumbling way that had *started* this wonderful 
mess, things might become more interesting all on their own.
	~Hmm, set them tasks and see what happens.~
	"Ahem!" She went on. " I believe that since you are the instigators of 
this, that it shall be your task to select a suitable hero or heroine to 
go and fetch him."
	Flora, Fauna and Merryweather stared, eyes wide. "OUR task, Your 
Majesty?"
	Titania nodded, pleased and already counting their misadventures and 
failed attempts. "Yes. You are at fault. For the glory of the Fae you 
shall fix it.
	"The Guardians need *OUR* help?" Flora managed finally.
	"Yes." The Queen of the Fae repeated herself- AGAIN. ~My, what an 
unusual century this was becoming.~ "The realms of Faerie have helped the 
Guardians seek out heroes many times throughout the eons. And for all 
your arguing, you three have some of the best instincts when it comes to 
choosing heroes and heroines."
	Being a Queen, lying came easily to her. She really didn't care if they 
were good or not.
	No, that must be corrected. She did care. She preferred if they were 
bumbling imbeciles. But couldn't be bothered to determine if they were 
true experts. She could not have replaced them on any account even if 
they were competent. The situation was already in motion.
	"Not that we've been able to do any of that for centuries anyway." Fauna 
grumped. "There just isn't any use for heroes and heroines in this world, 
and all the young people are too interested in playing games to be in 
noble training. That young man we wish-granted was the first one we've 
seen in *ages* that had the potential to become a hero." The faerie 
remarked bitterly, revealing that they did know something of the proper 
selection.
	The Queen gave an imperceptible shrug. "Well, this Earth is wide, and 
the three of you will need to find a person to bring him back. A girl." 
~To start with. Smother the smile, mustn't let them suspect.~
	Three sets of eyes glimmered in interest. It had been a *long* time 
since their expertise had been needed.
	"For what?" Fauna asked eagerly. "We'll need to know if we're to find 
the right person."
	Titania glanced at the mirror, reading the strange symbols easily. 
"According to a certain dimension's Guardian, their history was disrupted 
by the mortal's passing. They have a hiccup in their past, basically a 
gap in the cloth of Fate leading up to a person who doesn't exist, and 
never has. They will need a girl to help them as they fill that empty 
role. Send them one. She needs to be young, adaptable, and all those 
things a normal heroine needs."
	"A HEROINE!!!" They cried out, aghast.
	"But Majesty!" Merryweather protested. "In this day and age? That's 
impossible! They've *always* been scarcer than good heroes and finding 
one when so *few* people care about *anything* but themselves?"
	~Drat! They DID know a thing or two about hero selecting. Hmm, one could 
only ask that they were at the least hopelessly out-of-date.~ The 
slightest frown coursed the brow of the pale Faerie Queen as she thought 
about this.
	Fauna frowned, tapping a finger thoughtfully. "There is that sport we 
saw watching that strange picture box in that other mortal's house. 
Remember? I believe they called it fencing. I'm sure that if we began 
with that..."
	~Oh, Good. Incompetence at last.~
	"Still, a girl... who practices with swords... We cannot go near the 
Cold Iron remember?" Flora whimpered, most of her cheerfulness gone.
	"Most objects are no longer created out of total Cold Iron." Fauna 
reproved. "And in any case, we managed to wish-grant the first mortal 
remember? HE did not wear Cold Iron. We will just catch the girl when she 
too doesn't."
	"Is there anything else for us to do, Majesty?" Merryweather asked, 
turning to Titania, who had been listening.
	Titania tapped her palm with her wand, thinking.
	The Queen spoke. "Yes, I'm afraid the Unseelie know of this. A 
dimensional Guardian reports that because of this disruption, at the end 
of a crucial battle, a major arch-villain of our kind vanished instead of 
being vaporized. That problem will have to wait until she reappears, but 
as the first dimension reporting problems and this other one are 
currently within close quantum orbit of each other, there is a very good 
chance that the villain will appear in the dimension of your young girl 
as well." Titania glanced at her mirror one more time. "Find the girl, 
send her off. Then find a way to let her defeat the villain."
	She disappeared suddenly.
	"Well, I guess we have something to occupy our time other than sleeping 
and drinking tea." Flora said, smiling as she stretched her fingers, "Not 
as good as changing princes into toads, but I must say it's nice to be 
important again."
	"You know, I think I know of the *perfect* girl for this." Fauna said 
thoughtfully.
	"Here's something that might make your job easier." Titania said, 
suddenly appearing out of absolutely nowhere (which was pretty much the 
accepted mode of travel among the Fae). "The dimension the wish placed 
the male mortal in is the same one in which the girl is needed. When she 
is finished there, you may return them both to their homes." The tiny 
queen vanished, leaving the three faeries alone in the deserted, muddy 
area.
	"You know, we have here the combination for a fairy tale!" Flora said 
excitedly, "A relatively handsome mortal..."
	"Relatively? I would say something else entirely!" Merryweather said.
	"Yeah, like ugly!" Fauna said caustically.
	"You mean cute!"
	"Well, we know what *your* tastes are like. After all, YOU chose that 
Galen for Ella's Prince Charming."
	"It was my turn!" Merryweather protested. "And anyway, *you* got to 
choose the prince that woke Princess Aurora. *I* would have chosen that 
darling one with those deep blue eyes."
	"Would you two listen to me?" Flora demanded, "What *we* have here is a 
beautiful chance for a fairy tale. We have two heroes, or at least a 
heroine and a hero, both of which will be beautiful..."
	"But what if the girl isn't?" Merryweather asked.
	"If you ask me the boy isn't already so bye-bye to THAT idea." Fauna 
muttered.
	"Well, nobody asked *you*!"
	"Oh, hush!"
	"Would you two listen?!" Flora snapped. "AND we have a missing arch 
villain wandering around the place."
	"But we also have two Guardians waiting for us." Merryweather pointed 
out, "Come on, I know the most perfect girl for this! And even if she 
isn't beautiful, we can make sure she turns out to be at least 
conveniently attractive when she enters the dimension."
	"At last! A new fairy tale!" Flora said as the three faeries slowly 
vanished.
	"Do you think Titania and the others would mind though? I mean, we're 
not precisely sharing." Fauna said, uncertain at the last.
	"We've got happiness in mind. And happiness is always good." 
Merryweather pointed out.
	"I guess you're right."
	All three fairies vanished.
	~Oh, this is *perfect!*~ Titania thought, from her present disguise as a 
bush. ~I have GOT to rub Oberon's nose in this!~ 
	She vanished away herself.
	The muddy area around the pond was empty once more. A cold wind blew 
slowly, scattering a shower of leaves over the faerie circle. All that 
was left were several footprints left to dry in the mud, and as the gray 
sky slowly released the drizzle that had been threatening all morning, 
even those marks were demolished.

=====

	The red haired young man appeared mid-step on the front door of the 
Tendo dojo. He stopped, looking around himself, recognition dawning. "Oh 
no. Not this!" Quickly he scanned the place more thoroughly.
	Yup, looked like it.
	The young man shrugged.
	In his mind he tapped upon a vast reserve of adaptability. This could be 
a dream, or real, but reality had always seemed less than the last word 
on real to him. Either way, adopt the parameters and begin to play the 
game. 
	Besides, he had control of his dreams that bordered on the absolute. He 
could stop time, reverse it, change fundamental laws... it had been 
awhile since he'd had anything that could classify as a nightmare. If 
this was a hallucination he was planning on enjoying it. 
	Either way, no good railing against it. He might as well have some fun.
	Okay, Ranmaverse. That meant martial arts. He'd studied some but 
anything earthly would be unable to cope here. Swiftly he ran through the 
exercise of will that would alter reality to suit his whims. Adding 
abilities and powers that would allow him to get along comfortably here.
	Nothing happened.
	Odd. He hadn't been trying anything extreme. He focused again and threw 
more certainty into it. This *would* happen, he would not allow it to be 
otherwise. 
	Still nothing, except he got slightly dizzy.
	The young man's brow furrowed. When was the last time he'd failed at 
this? Never. He could remember wrestling carnivorous witch dreams to the 
ground from his earliest childhood. Very, very strange. It was like the 
power to alter things just wasn't there to be used, which ruled out 
hallucination immediately.
	So this was either real, or a very, *very* weird dream.
	The young man tried to float. The last time he *couldn't* fly in a dream 
was so far lost in the mists of time that it might as well be never.
	That had something to it, he rose about an inch, but the effort was 
completely out of proportion to what he was used to. He relaxed and 
settled back to the ground, clutching the gate for support and struggling 
not to throw up from pain and nausea. Well, it was bound to happen, 
wasn't it? Too much power, not enough perception. Some of the rules had 
changed. Whatever this was it wasn't a normal dream.
	He looked at the sign beside the door, finding that he could understand 
it. Suddenly grateful that he'd consistently bought dubs (it would be odd 
always looking at people's feet to read what they were saying) he cleaned 
the mud off his feet and slipped on a pair of canvas shoes. Altering the 
universe was a problem to be tackled later, like when he really needed 
it. He knocked on the front door. Nabiki answered. 
	She blinked.
	The young man opened his mouth to say "Nabiki Tendo, I presume?" But 
never got that far. The young lady STARED at him and then started to 
laugh.
	"I'm sorry, you look just like that guy on TV. Jared Ornstead on 
Skysaber."
	Jared rocked back on his heels.
	In shock he mumbled out. "Um, since when did I become a TV show?"
	Nabiki sobered instantly. "You've never *heard* of it? It's the most 
popular animated sitcom in Japan. Don't tell me you've never read about 
it or seen the merchandise."
	He blinked.
	She laughed again. "Oh! That shocked expression! It's *right* off of the 
series! C'mon in, I have to introduce you to everybody. They're not going 
to believe this!"
	Hesitating, somewhat fearful, the young man followed the young lady into 
the house, remembering to kick off his shoes at the entrance. Nabiki 
stopped him just outside the parlor, having him wait just outside by the 
veranda while she stepped into where the family was eating.
	"Hey gang," she sang. "You're not going to *believe* who just showed up."
	"Who is it, Nabiki?" Kasumi's voice asked.
	"Man, I hope it's not Kuno again." Ranma groused.
	"Nothing so ordinary, Ranma." Nabiki crowed.
	"Is it Ryoga?" Akane asked hopefully. "Has he found his way back yet?"
	"Ja-red." Nabiki singsonged, in *exactly* the same way his brother did 
when calling him downstairs. Jared poked his head around the veranda 
screen doubtfully.
	The assembled residents stared at him, then broke up laughing.
	"Oh, man! He looks just *like* that guy!" Ranma rolled off his pillow, 
laughing too hard for balance.
	Akane clutched her gut, weeping tears. "Hahahaha, he's, haha, even got 
the, hahahaha, facial expressions!"
	Genma and Soun were clutching each other, unable to speak or do anything 
but laugh.
	"Oh my." Kasumi was smiling merrily. "He DOES look like him, doesn't he?"
	Jared stepped into the room, looking askance at the occupants.
	Even Kasumi began giggling.
	Jared threw a despairing look at the heavens. Seeing this the household 
rolled, unable to speak or even hear themselves over their merriment. 
With a resigned smile the redhead sat down and waited for his hosts to 
recover. However, everything he did seemed to draw points and gales of 
laughter, from a smirk of the lips to a shake of his head. Eventually he 
excused himself and went out to sit on the veranda.
	His good humor was intact but his eyes were a little crazy.
	Kasumi, by far the noblest and most self-controlled of the Tendos, soon 
brought him out a cup of tea. She placed it beside him, her eyes merry 
and bright.
	"Here you go."
	He politely waved it away. "Thanks Kasumi, but I don't drink tea. 
It's..."
	"...Against your religion." She finished for him. "This is spiced apple 
cider, no alcohol. You really *are* like that animated character." Her 
eyes suddenly flew wide. She put a hand to her cheek. "You... you know my 
name?"
	His face fell into his hands. "This *can't* be happening! Yes, Kasumi. 
You are a bright angel and one of the most brilliant examples of 
endearing love ever to grace the Earth."
	Akane leaned out onto the veranda. "Wow! You not only have the character 
you have the lines too! Where was that from? I don't remember which 
episode."
	The rest of the family appeared around him. Soun Tendo spoke. "Well, it 
*could* have been from that part with Rebecca." The others regarded him 
like the idiot he was. Soun put his hand behind his head and laughed in 
embarrassment. "No, I guess he never said that to Rebecca, did he?"
	Genma spoke across folded arms. "Could it have been Jane, I wonder?"
	Jared did a double-take. "Who?"
	Everyone, Kasumi included, was rolling on their backs in the grass after 
that comment. Their laughter was almost painful when the redhead 
shamefacedly recalled that there *was* a girl named Jane he'd been 
friends with for several years, and people kept accusing them of being 
love interests.
	He didn't know why he kept forgetting that.
	Attention refocused on Jared when the laughter had died down. "So where 
*did* that line come from?" Nabiki pressed him. "It's not from the 
Shelley series, and you certainly never said that to Lisa or Paula. Could 
it be from the Amy special?"
	The redhead blinked up at them. "You *know* about all that? Look, I just 
made it up. And how can you *possibly* know about all of my friends?!"
	The household suddenly regarded him in amazement. "You mean you honestly 
don't know?" Nabiki asked, somewhat in awe. "Here, let me show you 
something." The family took him inside and sat him down before the 
television set. Nabiki went to a cabinet and pulled out one of a whole 
line of tapes with similar sleeves. She showed it to him.
	"Have you ever seen this before?"
	Jared accepted the proffered video tape. It had a standard cardboard 
jacket, very real in his hands, emblazoned with the name 'Skysaber' in 
dashing, colored letters. In all it looked exactly like all the anime 
he'd ever bought, except that it was his face and name cartooned on the 
front.
	And on the back a summary of that time he'd worked in the local library.
	All the color fled from his face. He looked up to see everyone watching 
him. "So I'm an animated series?"
	Akane regarded him in shock. "Wow. So you really don't know about it? 
Say, what's your real name anyway?"
	He sighed. "My name, insofar as I can recall, is Jared Ornstead. Though 
on the internet I go by Skysaber. My mother's maiden name is..."
	"...And your shoe size is nine." They all chorused, interrupting and 
quoting his sarcastic rebuke to stuffy bank tellers from memory.
	He shivered uncontrollably. "Don't *DO* that!"
	Nabiki leaned into him. "What is your name, really?"
	Jared blinked back at her.
	The young man composed himself. "Nabiki, I can offer you two 
possibilities. One, I am totally bonkers and just *think* I am who I say 
I am. Or Two, I really *am* who I say I am. Either way the only answer I 
have to give you is the same. My name is Jared, and I know this may sound 
crazy, but I remember YOU guys as the animated series."
	Ranma leaned back, smiling. "No way. Who'd want to make a series out of 
us?"
	Jared turned to regard him. "What, aren't you cursed that when you get 
hit with cold water you turn into a girl?"
	Ranma's jaw dropped and his eyes bugged out. "What!? How...how?"
	The redhead turned to Nabiki. "And you take pictures of him asleep or 
when he's changing and sell them to the highest bidder, which just 
happens to be Kuno?"
	Nabiki's eyes flew wide and she hid behind her arms.
	Jared shook his head. "Look, I know Genma turns into a panda. I know 
Akane never tastes her own cooking until she's already poisoned every 
person she can catch with it..."
	Kasumi had delicately put her hand over his mouth. "I don't think we 
need to hear any more, Jared."
	He looked up at her, nodding. "Yeah. I guess I never realized before. 
It's all the *crummy* stuff that people think is funny, isn't it?"
	She sat beside him, blushing. "Not always. For instance there is the way 
you dance in the bathroom."
	The redhead recoiled. "You know about *that!*"
	Nabiki laughed behind her hand. "Yeah, funny how you always hold the 
towel over exactly the right places. Well, *almost* always."
	Jared blushed furiously, turning naturally rosy cheeks a deep red. Well, 
he'd seen *them* in the tub. He guessed it was only fair...
	He bowed his head. "Yeah, well at least I have my girlfriends 
*sequentially*" Intending that as a dig against Ranma.
	"Except Shelley and Rebecca." They all chorused.
	The redhead winced. "Don't remind me."
	Ranma was leaning against a pillow. "Man, I wish I knew how you got 
chicks. And why are you so afraid of them, anyhow? I mean, half those 
girls... Sheesh. *I'd* have figured out what to do from some of the 
places *you've* been in."
	Jared looked at him.
	"Can I just say I prefer wedding rings? And you're one to talk, Ranma. 
You've got girls like *anyone* would envy!"
	Ranma blinked. "Huh? Whaddya mean?"
	"The names Ukyo, Shampoo and Kaori mean anything? You're surrounded by 
women that any man could DROOL over! Not to mention all the attractive 
ones lying around the sidelines."
	Nabiki tapped the redhead on the shoulder. "Who are you talking about? I 
know Shampoo, but those other two?"
	Jared blinked at her. "Huh?" Then grew suspicious. "Say, what part of 
the series are we in, anyway? Has Happosai shown up? What about Kodachi? 
Have we had the martial arts takeout race?"
	They looked at him uncomprehending. Genma and Soun showed shock at the 
first name, the others...
	Jared's head sank into his hands, groaning. "Great. I get flung into an 
animated cartoon and all the stuff I could use to establish my identity 
hasn't happened yet. Look, on the first day Ranma got here he was a girl, 
right? Carried in by his dad who was a panda?"
	They nodded.
	"Okay then. Girl Ranma was carried over the panda's... left shoulder. 
Akane was relieved there wouldn't be an arranged marriage and took Ranma 
into the dojo for a little sparring practice? Ranma defeated her with 
ease? Then later *she* walked in on *him* in the bath and thought he was 
a pervert and hasn't forgiven him since? Even though *she* was the 
daughter elected to marry him?"
	They nodded, a bit stunned.
	Jared refocused himself, pleading. "Okay then. Look, um, it wouldn't be 
fun for you if I started spouting off about all the things *I've* seen. 
Can we just strike a deal and not mention any of the things in *my* 
series?"
	If silence was consent he got a round of firm agreement, but it was most 
likely they were just too shocked to react.
	Nabiki cocked her head. "You're going to hear about them eventually, you 
know."
	The redhead considered this. Most popular series? Man, would he ever! If 
it was anything like TV back home then only the most reclusive wouldn't 
recognize him on sight! He'd probably run into people wearing Skysaber 
T-shirts and able to quote half his dialog from memory.
	Jared's face had gone somewhat pale.
	"This is not good."
	Seeing his distress Kasumi moved to make it better. "There now, being 
famous is nothing to be ashamed of. I'm sure there are many ways that you 
can make it work for you. I'm sure Nabiki would be glad to help you."
	"But at what price?" He asked. Then Jared allowed himself to be soothed.
	Nabiki was regarding him. "Say, Jared. Have you got a place to stay?"
	He indicated the negative.
	"Oh, well then you can stay in one of our guest rooms." Kasumi offered 
before Nabiki could try charging rates. Which was good, as Jared didn't 
have a yen on him.
	Nabiki seemed to sense this. "Hey Jared, haven't you got *any* money?"
	He cocked an eyebrow at her.
	"Right." She concluded. "Well, as your agent perhaps I could arrange a 
small loan..."
	Both eyebrows fired.
	"I think we can do a sixty-forty split." Nabiki offered.
	Suddenly the shock of his acclimation crested his resistance and the 
redhead laughed, clutching his gut and doubling over. "Oh, Nabiki. How 
*typical!* Hahahahaha! Oh, man! Hehehehehe!" A grunt, then more laughter. 
"Nabiki, I'm willing to *consider* you... hahahaha... only because 
I...ohohoho... know of your talents. But... hehe, Don't try to... 
hehehe... use them on... haha... me."
	Nabiki couldn't make up her mind to smile at him or scowl.
	"Say Jared." Kasumi asked gently. "Isn't that the Standard Light Urban 
Survival Pack you're wearing?"
	The redhead rolled back up from where he'd been laughing, touching a 
hand to his waist pouch. "Huh? How do you know...? Oh. I should have 
realized. Yes, this is it. Why?"
	"May I see it?" She asked gently.
	He handed it over in utter trust and without a word. Kasumi opened the 
zippered pouch and removed the wallet, then proceeded to count out 
several thousand yen. "I needed some money for shopping. Would you like 
to come along?"
	Jared accepted the wallet and waist pouch's return. He strapped one on 
and looked into the other. Hmm, American dollars. On a hunch he focused 
for a second. Yup, the bills were now Japanese yen. 
	He'd have to learn more about this.
	Real or dream was immaterial, it was just important to learn the rules.
	Akane was looking at him in awe. "The Standard Light Urban Survival 
Pack? Cool! Does this mean you're carrying the Nerd Toy?"
	They knew all the pets names for all his stuff? Sheesh! Well, it was 
only to be expected, he surmised. He knew what her underwear looked like. 
You could probably learn anything from anime.
	Jared took out the laser pointer, thumbing the knob. With a vicious 
electric hiss a beam of pure energy shot forth from the pen, elongating 
into three feet of pure green lethal energy. 
	He nearly dropped it in shock. This was *not* how he remembered his 
laser pointer!
	Ranma leaned back casually. "Yup. He's got it."
	Jared released his pressure on the firing knob and the green energy 
blade vanished. "Sure, Kasumi, I'd love to go."

===

	The sorceress braced herself, closing her eyes and lifting her arm to 
shield her face against the descending blow of the enchanted sword she 
knew would end her life.
	The lady waited.
	And waited.
	Finally, the noises registered. The sounds were not the clashings of her 
faerie castle being destroyed around her as they had been only moments 
ago. They were instead mechanical, mortal, and human in nature; the 
cacophony of one of those worlds where technology had been discovered and 
run amok.
	The sorceress warily dropped her arm, looking beyond the torn sleeve of 
her gown at the side of a brick building. Checking around herself she 
discovered she was indeed on a mortal world, one with the Fae power so 
dormant as to be nonexistent in most people.
	And one utterly, and completely vulnerable to her style of influence.
	After leaning against the building for long moments, the depleted 
sorceress regained her breath and pushed herself to a standing position. 
By this time an officer of the law had poked his head into the alley to 
observe her. Almost idly the faerie ensnared his mind.
	She sat down upon a barrel head, smoothing her torn skirts. "Now," she 
gave her new servant commands. "Tell me of your world, and how I might 
gain power in it."

===

	"I found him!" Merryweather called, sitting beside a toadstool with a 
completely incongruous video monitor implanted in its side.
	"Where?" Flora and Fauna appeared over her shoulders, hovering on their 
tiny wings.
	"He's only just warped in." Merryweather pointed out on the screen.
	"Well, we'll put a stop to *that*" Flora waved her wand, agitating up a 
good cloud of sparkles. Then she shot them out in a beam toward the 
monitor.
	The beam rebounded and transformed her into a toad.
	"Oh my goodness!" Fauna cried.
	"What could have happened?" Merryweather asked, turning away from the 
screen and using her own wand to restore Flora.
	Flora sighed, straightening her dress. "I should have realized. He 
hasn't fulfilled his wish yet. And without the power to undo that, which 
we don't seem to have, we're not going to be able to keep him from 
gaining whatever it is he wished for."
	"What *did* he wish for? I don't seem to recall." Fauna put one hand to 
the side of her chin in thought.
	"I don't seem to remember, either." Merryweather groaned.
	"I'm sure it will come to us in time." Flora quipped. "But for now, how 
are we going to stop him until we can get him back home?"
	"Don't you have that backwards?"
	"Hmm?"
	"Shouldn't it be 'how are we going to get him back home so we can stop 
him?'"
	"Maybe you're right."
	"Come. We've got to get that heroine moving. She looks like she'll be 
our only chance, now that direct intervention is out of the question." 
Flora vanished.
	The other two followed, appearing in the rain, concealing themselves in 
some bushes behind a bus stop.

=====

	In a plane of mists and soft light, a young woman with long hair stirred 
her head from lying on the ground to see a figure in a familiar uniform 
approaching. The young woman's eyes widened as they found recognition. 
	"Sailor Pluto."
	"Please do not be afraid." The tall, green haired woman said as she 
strode through the mists toward the awakening young lady. "As you have 
said, I am Susan, Sailor Pluto, and Guardian of the Key of Time."
	The young lady spent several long moments deliberating that.
	"I know this might be rather an obvious thing to ask." The young lady 
finally said, rising slowly to her hands and knees. "But where am I?" 
	Then Fiona shook her head and tried to clear it. "No, come to think of 
it, that's really a dumb question. Obviously I'm somewhere in the mists 
of time, near the Gate of Time which *you* guard." She shook her head 
again and brought herself unsteadily to stand. "All I really want to know 
right now is: Why am I here? I mean, I know that I was tired. But I 
rarely ever fall asleep on the bus, let alone the bus stop! And to be 
perfectly honest, if I was dreaming this I don't think I'd need to go to 
the bathroom quite this badly."
	Susan smiled then, "But you aren't asleep, Fiona Lim, nor are you 
dreaming. You have been called by Destiny." And a few Faeries, but Susan 
wouldn't mention that. She rarely ever did go into those kind of details. 
"You have been transported from your world to ours in order to fulfill a 
great need we have for one such as you."
	Fiona stared at her for a long moment. "You need high school students so 
bad you're importing them?"
	Susan was unruffled. "Our timeline has been disrupted. As the Guardian 
of the Key of Time it is my responsibility to repair the damage. You were 
chosen because of your qualifications, among them your age, yes." The 
Sailor took a step back into the mists.  "Come, follow me, and I shall 
explain."
	The girl followed after the Sailor, mystified, unable even to *think* of 
what to think when faced with something as strange as this occurring. 
Especially on a Monday morning.

	After a meaningless amount of time walking Susan stopped. As Fiona 
caught up, the air before them coalesced into a mirror-like surface, 
showing a glowing, blue ball that the girl easily recognized as Earth. 
	"This is my universe." Sailor Pluto said. "And this is where the problem 
has come to plague us. Several hours ago, a wish was granted to a young 
mortal of your world. In your dimension, there is a cartoon known as 
Sailor Moon. Do you know of it?"
	"Know of it?!" Fiona laughed, though the sound was more bewildered than 
not. "I'm a major fan of it! I've watched every single cartoon they have 
in English."
	Susan nodded, "That will make understanding far more easy. You have 
heard of the Moon Kingdom? And the Negaverse Wars that forced Queen 
Serenity to use the Silver Imperial Crystal, sending all her children to 
the future... our present now?"
	"Of course. It was the subplot and secret of the whole first season."
	"That may be the last 'season' you will be familiar with. The wish has 
placed the young man from your world into a position to disrupt the flow 
of time. Our Sailors are still weak and forgetful from having faced Queen 
Beryl. It is a vulnerable time for them. By himself this boy would be of 
little concern and easily neutralized, but there are other factors that 
he now serves as a balance against."
	"And your point is?" Fiona continued to dream wistfully of bathrooms.
	Susan turned an inscrutable gaze on her young guest. "There is an evil 
factor that has gained contact with our world at the same time as the 
young man from yours. The balance of Fates places him against them. I 
cannot remove him to send him back to your world without first untangling 
that web."
	"So I'm supposed to take this evil force out so that you can get rid of 
the guy, am I right?" Fiona displayed her sharp wits.
	Pluto looked inscrutable, thinking inwardly that that was not at all a 
bad idea. If she shifted her own plots around a bit that would be an 
ideal plan.
	"I'll take that as a yes." Fiona glowered at the inscrutable expression, 
trying not to be obviously rubbing her legs together.
	Pluto turned her back to face the mirror showing the Earth. "That was 
not the only reason for our calling you. The boy's entry caused damage to 
our world beyond his mere presence and the attention of this evil power. 
The very fabric of our history has been torn, including, among other 
things less severe, critical damage done to the past of the Moon Kingdom."
	Pluto turned to regard her young companion. "As the young mortal entered 
our dimension, the entire Silver Millennium was altered. It is a 
disturbance that I will need your help to correct."
	Susan went on to instruct. "Our Silver Millennium bears almost no 
resemblance to what it was. The alterations have swept our past and will 
shortly impact our present. As a precaution and a measure to prevent our 
original history from being swept aside, it is my intention to use the 
majority of my skills to buffer against the onrushing change. I am also 
going to be taking advantage of certain changes to work against the 
others, keeping them in check until our original history can be restored. 
To do this, I am going to introduce a divergance of my own, that I am 
hoping will act with some alterations against the others to hold them all 
at bay."
	Susan didn't usually explain in *any* detail and thought she was giving 
her young charge quite a treat. Fiona was trying hard not to imagine her 
eyeballs turning yellow. Fiona was certain this was dramatic and all 
that, but the long speeches were becoming *very* uncomfortable. Her 
fantasies had never included her squeezing her legs together to avoid an 
accident while the long introductions were going on.
	Susan continued. "You no doubt have knowledge of the fated destiny that 
binds Serena and Darien together, a Prince of Earth to wed the future 
Queen of the Moon. Now our disturbed past is spawning a companion fate, 
one with an odd sense of balance that *might* have belonged, and yet 
truly does not. This ripple in reality has set in motion a destiny where 
a princess of the moon must marry the future King of Earth. So, that 
those destinies not be tangled and draw forth unseen consequences, I will 
create within this disturbed fate a second Princess of the Moon."
	Susan waved her staff dramatically and called forth a door from the 
mists. A pink one whose frame was set with dozens of silvery moon 
crescents. "You will serve as advisor to..."
	"Thank God!!!" Fiona saw a door with a half moon on the front and dove 
through faster than thought.
	Susan found she was speaking to air and there was a rather large surge 
of light from beyond the doorway. Her thought of having the door open 
dramatically to reveal a construct of Fate that would last for the 
duration of the present emergency suddenly grew wings and flew out her 
ear. Her mouth opened and closed a few times.
	The door opened again a moment later and Fiona stepped out in a long 
white gown. "Magic Toilets? I can't even figure out what happened, but at 
least I don't have to go anymore." She looked down and took hold of the 
skirt of her gown. "Hey! I look like I'm dressed for a ball in the Moon 
Kingdom!" She pirouetted and spun, coming to a stop before Sailor Pluto.
	"Okay, I'm ready to listen now."
	Susan blinked at her several times without saying anything.
	The universe sweatdropped.

=====

	Jared had what he casually considered to be his 'hind brain.' Named 
whimsically enough when he'd read that dinosaurs usually had two brains, 
one in the usual place and one at the hind end of their spine. This was 
because their bodies were so huge that the nerve impulses took so long to 
reach the hind set of limbs that they'd be even more clumsy and ungainly 
without one.
	Jared was neither clumsy nor ungainly. In fact running across poles was 
only one stunt he'd done in a normal universe. By any non-anime standard 
he was almost unnaturally dexterous. But his feet seemed to have a mind 
of their own. It wasn't that they disobeyed him, but they remembered 
stuff. It was freaky. Several times he had been stuck in a strange town 
with no local maps and no one to guide him and been able to find his way 
about flawlessly anyway.
	He could retrace near any path he'd followed and could get to nearly 
anyplace he'd ever been. In fact there had been that one time, first day 
in a new town, he'd just dropped off his luggage at a new place before 
being dragged off to do something else. The other person had driven him, 
dropped him off, and left him without a word how to get back to his 
place, no one to direct him, and only his feet to take him there.
	He'd gone beeline back to his apartment.
	Jared supposed that made him a reverse Ryoga. He'd been lost fewer times 
than Ryoga had found his way. And that's why he needed no greater proof 
of anything being real than the fact that his feet were mapping the 
territory he was now on. They weren't following any trails, nor were they 
reporting to him any nearby trails they'd followed. This was new turf.
	But at least after today he'd be able to find the market from the Tendo 
place.
	As he and Kasumi approached the market they were drawing interested 
stares from the passers by and shopkeepers. He grew severely 
uncomfortable when several people just stopped what they were doing to 
stare at him until he'd passed out of sight.
	"Ah, Kasumi? Could we maybe do something about my appearance? I appear 
to be instantly recognizable."
	She looked sideways at him but did not seem displeased. "Well, the 
clothes you wear *are* very distinctive, Jared. Do you have anything 
besides shorts?"
	Well, the pair he was wearing *was* a little distinctive, wasn't it? 
They were blue with an elastic waist, and due to some manufacturing error 
the drawstring was quite long, hanging down to just below his knees.
	He'd found the day after he'd bought them that the knotted loop at the 
end of the drawstring tended to bounce off his knees as he walked. 
Somehow he'd adjusted his gait so that with every step the knot would 
bounce forward off the knee, never really falling back and alternating 
between one leg and the other as he took each step.
	Come to think of it, it was every bit as noticeable as Ranma's walking 
on fences. But he liked the feeling.
	He slipped the loop over his left thumb to stop its bouncing and reached 
into his waist pouch, pulling out his favorite pair of shades.
	Kasumi sighed. "Now you're even *more* distinctive, Jared."
	He shrugged, realizing she was absolutely right. But lacking a suitable 
disguise ha was stuck between the choices of uselessly pretending not to 
be him or flaunting it. "Okay, Kasumi. I guess I'll just get noticed 
then. Should I go home?"
	She shook her head, smiling. "No. After all, I have a great deal to get, 
and your mother trained good pack animals."
	He mock-scowled at her. "That's *my* line." But it was true. A shopping 
cart could carry more than him, but not by much. He and his brothers 
could empty a car full of groceries (groceries for a *large* and hungry 
family) in a single trip. It didn't even require all of them usually.
	Kasumi just beamed. "Oh, well. Stay close by, will you? I have a lot to 
get today and I may need more now that you'll be living with us." She 
turned on an angelic grin. "And to quote you, 'I've no idea how they get 
it to me, but I've never come to the end of my expense account yet, and 
supplies for my support group are as approved an item as I can think of.'"
	Hearing Kasumi quoting *him* was enough to trip several of his weird 
circuits. Even if he couldn't recall what situation she'd been quoting, 
just hearing her get *his* cadence right was downright eerie.
	Whispers began in the marketplace.

===

	The faerie sorceress walked into an internationally renowned 
dressmaker's shop, dropping stacks of this ridiculous paper money it was 
so easy to conjure, and demanding to be served.
	~A world of money indeed. Loyalty, land and honor all available for a 
price?~ It seemed intriguing.
	Well, she would see. The faerie simply dropped a stack of bills upon the 
desk of the flustered serving girl waiting in the place where a guard or 
page ought to be, and demanded a level of service that would've gotten 
her thrown out of any royal clothier's where they didn't know her on 
sight.
	Instead, the matron of the shop was summoned and personally began 
showing the sorceress the styles of the age. Intrigued to find her 
information correct thus far, the faerie asked what the ladies of power 
wore and was shown to a private side chamber where women were brought out 
to model the season's styles for her.
	They began with what they called business suits.
	Business suits, the sorceress concluded after seeing her first, were 
attire fit only for servants. They were livery for servants without 
masters, and as dreary and without luster or grace as it was possible for 
garments to be, without a proper ruler to decree their style and give 
them color or direction.
	It was a silly way to run a world.
	Aspiring to be a slightly higher rank of servant amongst hordes of 
others had never been one of this sorceress' wishes. She ordered the 
livery taken away and demanded to see their gowns, and when those 
uninspiring rags failed to please her she began to dictate to them her 
wishes.
	She was a daughter of Morgan le Fae. Her mother had raised her to be a 
queen and a queen she would be. How lucky for her to be snatched from 
disaster and come upon a world of servants, ruled by chief servants, only 
waiting for an appropriate ruler to appear. It needed only for her to 
take over the reins of as much of their world as she pleased. From what 
the policeman had said there were not even any true kings to seduce.
	Perhaps that was for the best. She could never understand what her 
mother had gotten out of it anyway.
	Besides, if the officer who was now her servant had said the truth, then 
anything could be had for money here anyway. Faerie gold was easy to 
conjure but could not withstand the touch of iron. These silly papers 
could be conjured by the warehouse full in any denomination desired, 
without that weakness.
	Infinite wealth in a world where anything could be had for a price? A 
silly world indeed.
	Conquest by purchase. She could buy herself a large kingdom and then 
suit it to her tastes. Something where there was a great deal of land 
available all at once, so she could arrange for something in a few weeks, 
as opposed to waiting tedious years for the mortals to make up their 
minds.
	She would have to find out if there truly were governments for sale, as 
the officer had said. That ought to speed up the process by quite a bit. 
How much easier that would be than to enchant them all one by one. And if 
they were reluctant for some reason, they were merely peasants, a few 
calamities should convince them otherwise. 
	Speaking of calamities brought to mind those who always sought to 
prevent them. It ought to be interesting to see what sort of heroes 
lurked here. Her mother had always found destroying knights to be an 
intriguing way to pass the centuries. But then, there were no Knights of 
the Round here. In fact, scrupulous morals were not much of an issue at 
all from what she'd seen. Girls parading their lack of virtue over 
paintings hung from buildings in order to sell a brand of bottled drink? 
It was a world of dry tinder and she the only match.
	As the dressmakers fitted her for her new gowns the sorceress wondered 
which of the nations were available for sale and how she might go about 
buying one.

=====

	With trembling hand and hesitation bordering on phobia Sailor Pluto 
handed Fiona a transformation pen. "In order to put pause on the tangling 
of Fate you shall stand as the of Protector of Earth, though remember you 
have no duties. This is to put a patch on the reweaving of destinies 
only."
	"Gee, I though Darien already had that role."  Fiona took the pen gladly 
and began to run her fingers over it, turning it over and examining it 
adoringly.
	~Gulp.~
	"No, that was not to be his role. Darien was a Prince of Earth, yes. But 
in spite of that being his origin he was destined to become the consort 
and protector of the New Queen Serenity."
	"Oh. How do you make these things work? Just hold it over your head and 
shout, Earth..."
	Susan removed her hand from the young lady's mouth. "We'll go over that 
when it comes time." ~Which it never will, so don't worry.~ "Now, this is 
very important, in our original timeline, Earth was just another adjunct 
to the Moon Kingdom. What is rapidly forming is a history where there was 
an alliance of civilized worlds, each with its own rulers under the 
united reign of Queen Serenity. While not a *bad* thing this is not what 
time was meant to have been. And so we must act to prevent it. What I 
need you to do is..."
	"Why must we prevent it?"
	Susan smiled evenly. "Well, among other things, if this change is 
allowed to proceed unchecked you will eventually be married to the King 
of Earth. So..."
	"Is he cute?"
	Susan blinked again. "Is who what?"
	Fiona looked up from her examination of her transformation rod. "This 
king guy, is he cute?"
	"He doesn't exist yet." Sailor Pluto answered honestly.
	"Then how am I supposed to marry him?"
	The green-haired Sailor spent several moments unbending that. With 
relief, she sighed. "Don't worry. You won't have to. Now..."
	"'Cause I could never marry him if he wasn't cute."
	Susan just smiled mysteriously to let the other person think what she 
wanted, but inwardly decided that maybe her interpersonal skills needed 
some work. Being alone for long stretches of guardianship hadn't been 
supposed to impact them *too* badly, she'd thought. But when it came to 
there being a complete inability for her to converse with another human 
maybe she'd been alone too long.
	"And had a nice car." Fiona related. "'Cause if he didn't have one then 
how could he take me out to the movies on dates?"
	Sailor Pluto continued smiling, her left eye twitching almost 
unnoticeably. 	"That is not supposed to matter, you know. We are working 
to prevent..."
	"Would he have a big house?"
	Sailor Pluto blinked and tried *not* to sweatdrop, failing ever so 
lightly. "I'm sorry, why do all the possessions of this nonexistent 
person trouble you so much?"
	"Would *you* marry him if he was poor? What if he couldn't even afford 
to give you dresses or chocolate?" The girl stared up at the Sailor.
	Susan blinked in rapidfire staccato, then smiled weakly. "It's not my 
job to marry him. I have to work against him even showing up."
	Fiona turned up large, soulful eyes. "But what if it was?"
	"Excuse me?" Sailor Pluto froze to immobility. ~Wasn't there something 
about having some control over time that was to prevent being caught 
off-guard like this?~
	Fiona sighed. "Suppose I couldn't, and *you* had to. Would you marry 
this king if he was poor?"
	"He's going to be a king." Susan finally replied. "He could have any 
house, as large or small, as he wanted, and own the nicest car there ever 
was..."
	Fiona frowned. "If you have *too* nice a car then you can't ever park it 
'cause other people would ding it up." She intoned wisely.
	~Were all people this hard to deal with?~ 
	"Fiona, if this person comes into being he would be the King of Earth. 
He could use the continent of Africa for a parking lot if he wanted."
	The young lady was shaking her head. "Nope. Africa isn't close to 
anything. Who'd want to walk that far?"
	Pluto was going insane. 

=====

	Jared was humming a slavery dirge when they finally got to the Tendo 
home. He was loaded under packs and bags until he looked like a pack 
animal in truth. Yet still he somehow managed to navigate the doors and 
squeeze in.
	The crowd that had followed them home from the market dispersed.
	Jared had found the whole expedition odd. Okay, so he could ordinarily 
carry alot of stuff. But *nothing* like Kasumi had loaded him down with. 
Bulk was not a problem, he could deal with it. He'd carried a rolled-up 
8'x12' Persian carpet over one shoulder through a practical maze of 
doors, turns, and steps before. But half the bags here were of canned 
goods and staples, bags that weighed *alot* and would normally cut 
through his fingers if he tried to carry them too far.
	The weight hadn't been a problem, not at all. And his unnatural 
dexterity had done the rest.
	Kasumi guided him into the kitchen and began unpacking him. He'd lost 
his shoes at the door (even burdened as he was it wasn't a problem to 
obey house rules) and assisted Kasumi by rapidly untangling himself, 
laying down his load on available counter space.
	"Thank you, Jared. That was very sweet of you."
	Okay, relieved from civic service for the evening. He could deal with 
that. He removed a book he'd insisted they'd buy from one bag and went 
out to sit on the grass and enjoy the lack of sun. He lay back opening 
his book and soon saw the clouds and branches were not the only things 
blocking out the light.
	"Kodachi."
	The Kuno female scion smiled down at him from the tree above him. "Well, 
I can see poor Sasuke was right. You really *are* the very image of that 
character. Tell me, can you laugh?"
	"Mad Scientist, Villain, or plain?"
	The gymnast nodded, sweeping him up into the tree alongside her with her 
ribbon. "That was answer enough, my fine one. Tell me, are you all that 
you are said to be?"
	He shifted uncomfortably. "That depends on what I am said to be. But it 
seems likely that parts of it, at least, are exaggerated."
	She released him. "Well, then. A modest superstar. I am thrilled that 
you sought me out to make my acquaintance. We'll meet again." Kodachi 
leaped away laughing.
	Yup, she was loony.
	But it was a happy loony. Jared had hung out with far crazier people. He 
went and grabbed his book and went inside. Maybe the videos could tell 
him something.

=====

	Sailor Pluto had finally figured part of this out. She'd summoned this 
abnormally quick-witted girl here to help her take care of a few things. 
But before they'd gotten that far the girl had managed to get herself 
bonded to the blank template Pluto had created to temporarily put a stop 
to certain disasterous changes. The reason they'd called Fiona in the 
first place was to guide the construct until Sailor Pluto could eliminate 
the tangle.
	Then she'd accidentally blended her assistant into her creation.
	It turns out that the average of a keen mind and a blank one wasn't high 
on the maturity scale.
	Well, the 'construct of Fate' created was clearly no longer simply 
disposable, not bonded with the girl's essence like that. There would be 
a chance she could separate them later, but that would have to be done 
*after* the present problems were dealt with.
	Susan really *did* need that gap in reality patched before it grew any 
larger. It was just that now the quick wits of the girl were part of the 
patch she'd been planning on using, and she didn't have another of either 
patch or girl.
	Sailor Pluto tweaked a few lines of destiny. It looked as if the girl 
would have to be employed as she was. Some swift damage control to 
restore a little of her original personality, then into the flow with her.
	Possibly the easiest thing about this all was that since she was to be 
plugging a blank hole in Fate, the entire universe would react to Fiona 
as if she'd always been there. The greatest conflict here would be that 
the girl was now the living embodiment of a fate Pluto didn't want to 
happen, rather than an advisor who could limit its impact.
	Once the hybrid girl had accepted that destiny it would be difficult to 
restrict her, but Sailor Pluto didn't see any *other* options floating 
around handily. 
	Starting over wasn't an option. Corrupting the heroine sent her was 
Pluto's fault. She wouldn't get another, and couldn't use any from her 
own universe as they had destinies there already.
	She wasn't about to use the boy.
	Fiona would require a close protector during this, the poor girl being a 
veritable golem of dimensional energies at this point, but would have a 
part of her personality restored and perhaps enough of those wits would 
remain she would hopefully get the job done right.
	Trying was Sailor Pluto's only option.
	Susan settled into the long task. Once she was done she could plug the 
girl into that empty slot in their history as she'd first intended, 
hopefully without confusing the girl too badly. There would be conflicts, 
but with her wits the girl could manage them without strain to this 
reality.

=====

	Ranma-chan came in from practicing to find Jared in front of the tube, a 
stack of Skysaber videos around him. He was looking slightly sick.
	Ranma-chan was drying her hair. "Hey, what's up? I thought you didn't 
*want* to know that stuff?"
	Jared turned a green face to look at her. "And I was right. You'd think 
from this that I'd never spent a normal day! And *some* of that stuff! 
Gah! Okay, I've had alot of friends, and most of them were girls. I guess 
that makes them technically girlfriends. But this has every single one of 
them trying to seduce me!"
	Nabiki leaned in. "Ranma, could you come out here please?"
	Ranma left. Behind him, Jared was putting away the stack of tapes with a 
look of disgust. Nabiki grabbed her confederate and dragged him away to 
the far corner of the lawn.
	"Ranma, I think this guy really *is* the genuine article. You've seen 
how he reacted to his tapes? Well, for scientific purposes, I made a pass 
at him. He didn't even *notice!* I always thought it was a bit far 
fetched that a guy that good looking could be so innocent about girls and 
still so good at all the romantic stuff. I mean, doesn't that seem odd to 
you? That he could be so good about the game yet indifferent, even 
oblivious, to victory?"
	Ranma wasn't an expert on these things, but it was always easier to 
observe from the outside, and anime (and sitcoms, for that matter) tended 
to grind your face in details like that.
	"Yeah, Nabiki, it's really strange." Ranma-chan agreed, thinking how odd 
it was that anyone could miss anything so obvious.

===

	From within a light fixture the three faeries looked on.
	"Well, we've followed him. Now what do we do?" Merryweather remarked.
	"He wasn't hard to find, dearie. It seems that more than half his 
belongings were enchanted by that little wish of ours. We'd have to be a 
great deal more out of practice than we are not to find so many items of 
Faerie."
	"How'd he get an everfull purse?"
	Flora tapped her wand agitatedly against her chin at Merryweather's 
question. She peered more closely at the belongings of the young man they 
were tracking. "Oh, my goodness! Do you see what he's done with it?"
	"What is it, Flora?"
	"A VERY solid multi-part enchantment. You'd think Oberon himself had 
done this one, and so very complicated too! I'm more the type to grant 
enchanted armor, myself. But I have to admit that in a modern society 
this enchanted gear would be more useful."
	Fauna flew up to look over her shoulder.
	"What does it do?"
	"Hush, dear. Best if he finds out and we just watch him go about it."

===

	Back in the house, Jared had abandoned for the moment his attempt to 
study the official materials and figured something out on his own. It was 
not random that his waist pouch and laser pointer both had powers. It 
seemed that both were items he was rarely without, and as such had 
undergone some sort of anime transformation.
	Made sense in a way. Normal life didn't make for great anime. Not unless 
that normal life was swiftly shattered by aliens, magic, mecha or 
battlesuits.
	That was why he was presently involved in examining his watch. Even more 
than his pouch or nerd toy this was something he'd always had with him. 
It was the One True Watch, so named because half his brothers had bought 
identical ones and they had mock arguments as to which was better. It was 
sleek, black and digital, and normal enough in appearance that you didn't 
at first realize that it had more computing power than NASA did during 
the space administration. It simultaneously tracked time in all zones of 
the world, had multiple, programmable alarms, acted as a stopwatch, a 
timer, kept track of telephone numbers...
	...He even had it remembering people's birthdays.
	It was *quite* a watch, and right now he was trying to figure it out. If 
anything, this deserved a place in what he was beginning to think of as 
his 'Superspy Survival Kit.' The interface had altered somewhat during 
the transition. But so far he hadn't found anything interesting.
	Kasumi came in. "Ah, Jared, there you are. I was wondering if you would 
call the Cat Cafe for me. I promised to invite Shampoo and Cologne over 
the next time we were having sweet buns, and Akane is on the phone right 
now."
	The redhead cocked his head at her curiously. "Then how do I call them?"
	Kasumi reacted with surprise that an explanation was required. "Use the 
nerd toy."
	Jared took out the object and looked at it. On a hunch he squeezed its 
middle. Two arms snapped out, unfolding like a Swiss army knife, one to 
speak in, one to listen from. His watch face began blinking. On impulse 
he typed the number Kasumi gave him into the watch's control panel.
	Through the nerd toy he began to hear ringing.
	Made sense. He'd grown up a nerd and nerds *liked* their toys to have 
more than one function. That the watch and nerd toy were somehow a linked 
set seemed somewhat obvious when he thought about it. Someone answered on 
the other end.
	"Cat Cafe, what you order?"
	"Shampoo?" He asked. "Yes, this is... uh, this is Skysaber. I'm over at 
the Tendo home right now. Kasumi just asked me to call."
	"You stupid crank-caller." The voice on the other end said. "No such 
person as Skysaber. Why you try and fool Shampoo?"
	He sighed. "Shampoo, it truly doesn't matter. Kasumi says they're having 
sweet buns tonight and asked that I call and invite you and your great 
grandmother. Would you care to come?"
	There was silence on the other end for awhile. "Okay, great grandmother 
say we come. But if you lie to Shampoo..."
	Jared got one of those weird whims that got him into so much trouble. 
Almost unable to help himself he slipped into a flawless copy of her 
accent and cried out into the phone. "Aiyah! Shampoo no believe 
Skysaber?! Skysaber kill!"
	You could *hear* the blinking on the other end.
	Shampoo's voice came again. "Oooh, you IS Skysaber! Shampoo send order 
right away!"
	Smirk.
	"Skysaber no ask you send order, Cat-Girl! Skysaber ask you come be 
guest, eat sweet buns with Violent Girl and Too-Too-Nice-Girl and Nasty 
Extortionist Girl and Shampoo's Airen! Be nice nice and bring great 
grandmother, okay?"
	Several silent moments, then...
	"Why anime star stay at Tendos?"
	More smirking.
	"Is contract. Strange person come to Nerima, has something to do with 
Ranma, yes? Skysaber have no....uhm, what word? Skysaber not know why, 
just come. Arrive at Tendos'. Maybe find out why here later."
	"You sure you Skysaber? You not nasty, violent maniac come to hurt 
Airen?"
	Rather than deal with the unspoken threat Jared handed the nerd toy over 
to Kasumi. She held it to her ear and began speaking to Shampoo while he 
collapsed, laughing, into the background.
	"Yes, Shampoo?" She smiled, as if the glow could be seen through the 
phone. "Yes, I'm afraid that *was* Jared. He's being very sweet letting 
me use the nerd toy to call you. You know how protective he is of it. 
Yes, that's right. We'll expect you in half an hour then. Goodbye."
	She handed the nerd toy back, the arms were already retracting into pen 
shape. The redhead rolled up and accepted it, slipping it back in his 
pouch.
	"Ah, Kasumi?" He asked, stopping her from getting up immediately. "Where 
did I get all this fancy stuff? It's not the sort of thing you normally 
find on an actor, artist, or whatever else I've been this week."
	She blinked. "Oh, that's right. You didn't get them until later, when 
you became an international superspy adventurer. If you'll excuse me, 
dinner is nearly ready and it needs my attention."
	She got up and left.
	Jared leaned back. Superspy? Why did that send shuddering chills down 
his spine? The whimsical label for the abilities his stuff had gained 
came back to haunt him. Why did it seem like everything he thought or did 
somebody was always viewing in the past tense and wondering why it was 
taking him so long to catch up?
	He'd never had the inclination toward espionage anyway. He would watch 
the tapes and learn more but it was frankly painful. All those little 
details that you never really wanted anyone to know about being plastered 
all over the screen and dwelt on.
	Good for laughs, but when it was your life being plastered it was as 
painful as a gut wound. Less traumatic to learn everything by running 
smack into it and getting a few bumps from the experience.
	Nabiki and Ranma were leaning in the door and had been staring at him.
	Jared leaned back to regard the ceiling. "Why do I feel like I'm not in 
control of this situation?"
	With a trepidacious hand, he reached out and picked up his book again.
	The phone rang.
	Soun emerged from his newspaper and indicated that he should get it.
	Jared lifted the telephone handset, in his distress forgetting himself 
momentarily and answering it in his usual mode of 'discourage 
telemarketers'.
	"Mouse fat, follicle and goose creature?" He said in the same tone of 
voice as a secretary answering for a business.
	The person on the other end spent minutes laughing until Skysaber 
finally hung up on him. Soun had disappeared behind his paper and was 
trying hard not to break out roaring in obvious, absurd glee himself.
	The phone rang again.
	Soun sobered himself completely for just long enough to indicate again 
that the young man should get it again.
	Jared answered with the next set of random words to pop into his mind.
	"Demented lunatics dot com."
	The newspaper shook with concealed laughter.
	Jared tolerantly reflected that this was going to be a long evening.

===

	Flora tapped her wand in great agitation, pacing back and forth 
thinking. "We have *got* to cause that boy trouble somehow. But how? If 
things go undisturbed as they are..."
	"He might have a happy ending?" Merryweather queried.
	"Now what would be so bad about that?" Fauna inquired, emerging from the 
depths of one of Nabiki's open manga.
	Flora didn't calm down in the slightest. "THAT doesn't concern me so. 
It's the *irregularity* of the whole arrangement that troubles me! Here 
he's got himself a whole collection of magical Fae items when we usually 
only give them out one at a time, and haven't given them for centuries at 
any rate. THEN there's the fact that there's not one, decent, limiting 
factor involved. No using it only til midnight, or by the light of the 
moon, or within the bounds of a forest, or even disappearing with 
sunlight!" Flora hopped and came to a disgruntled seat on the shade of a 
desk lamp. "I tell you we've not given out such a store of special items 
since the last dragon war mistake when the same prince had to fight the 
dragons, rescue a princess from a hill of glass *and* cure his father's 
rheumatism! It's unnatural."
	"Rheumatism?" Fauna blinked.
	"It was only a third rate curse." Merryweather explained.
	Flora wondered briefly what the other two were speaking about.
	"So are you objecting that he *has* those things or that he doesn't 
appear to have any use for them?" Fauna ventured to ask the older faerie.
	Flora's wand began to fountain sparks as her eyes came alight with 
excitement. She quickly floated to a bouncing little drop and ushered in 
her two friends. "Oh! That gives me an idea!"
	"Are you saying we should give him rheumatism?" Merryweather doubted.
	"I don't think it would work." Fauna hesitated. "If he has any control 
over..."
	"No, no, no. It was the *purpose* that gave me an idea." Flora enthused, 
finally getting what she felt was a good course of action. She resumed 
pacing, but it served merely to emphasize her words. "It should be plain 
that this boy wanted to become some kind of hero. I don't see why we 
didn't see that at first, after all, he *is* qualified. And what else 
could all that practice have been about? No, we only have to see that he 
gets to be properly heroic doing something and then we can turn him into 
a toad and leave him in a pond somewhere. It will be the end of our 
problems!"
	"No happy ending?" Fauna gently objected.
	"It can be happy," Flora conceded. "It just won't be ever after, is all. 
We'll let him slay the dragon or marry the princess or whatever and 
*then* zap him."
	"I don't like that plan." Merryweather began to get huffy.
	"Oh dear," Fauna looked back and forth between the two, knowing they 
would never compromise. And she *so* wanted a happy ending herself, too. 
She risked her own reply to Flora. "No, I don't think that would work. 
For one thing we haven't got any dragons or princesses handy."
	"There's at least one, the Moon Princess."
	"But she's spoken for. It's a Destined Romance. We're supposed to be 
good faeries. We can't interfere with one of those." Merryweather felt 
her objections were gaining some headway.
	"Oh." Flora deflated.
	Fauna used her wand and pulled out a manga that had no right in this 
universe. Stepping onto the pages, she indicated a few frames. "How about 
we put him in this story?" She asked of her fellows.
	"Does it have any princesses in it?" Merryweather floated over to see 
for herself.
	Flora floated over herself, reading a few pages that they used sparkles 
to turn. "Interesting. I see potential for the characters, but I'm not 
sure that this Herb person qualifies as a dragon."
	"How does it end?" Merryweather poked in.
	Fauna looked around. "Well, I'm not sure there's an *official* ending..."
	"You can't have a story without an ending!" The blue faerie protested, 
floating into the air in her agitation.
	Fauna appeared anxious. "Well, I don't know that there ever was a finish 
written by the author. But this is at least one of the more *influential* 
of the endings proposed by her court."
	She pulled out of space a printed out copy of The Bitter End by Zen. The 
three faeries perused it. After Fauna waved her wand and transformed it 
to manga format for easier reading, that is.
	"Not very happy, is it?" Merryweather concluded at the end of it.
	Even Flora was shaking her head. "No, we'd have to be Unseelie to do 
that one. Besides, this story is more about street brawling than any 
*true* quests. Haven't you got anything where the world is at stake?"
	Fauna pulled out another manga that had no right to be there. They 
flipped through it for some long minutes. "It has promise." Flora finally 
concluded. "And the power levels are about right. We wouldn't want all of 
that equipment of his to go to waste, though, and it doesn't seem to fit 
right for some reason. I would *like* to involve him in this. But perhaps 
we should think of something else as well."
	Sighing mournfully, Merryweather backed up against an untidy stack of 
Nabiki's recently-read and not yet replaced manga. Her tiny weight 
brought the stack down on her.
	"Oh!"
	"Merryweather!"
	Both other faeries flitted over and used their wands to unbury her. When 
they lifted off the last book Merryweather's eyes were round and she 
sparkled to the other two faeries. "I have an idea!" She offered 
excitedly.
	"What is it?" Her friends both chorused.
	Merryweather's expression grew cunning. "Okay, but if you agree to it 
then you have to agree to a happy ending."
	"We'll see." Flora primly refused to surrender.
	"Perhaps if we agree not to cause him hurt ourselves." Fauna tried to 
act as go between. Though it meant that they could cause all sorts of 
trouble and still lead him to some of the worst messes they could find, 
there still *might* be a happy ending.
	All the faeries had figured that out automatically. Both others peeked 
out of their fortresses of crossed arms and closed eyes, judging the 
other's reaction.
	"Agreed." Both replied at the same time.
	Merryweather then hopped up on the stack of books that had fallen on 
her, highlighting with her wand the title on an upright volume 'Skysaber.'
	"See? It's the *perfect* story!"
	The trio spent only moments perusing, even Flora emerged glowing. "You 
know, I think you're right!"
	The door opened and the three instantly vanished in diminutive clouds of 
short-lived sparkles. Nabiki entered her room, caught note of the 
disarray, and went to straighten her fallen manga collection.
	In moments she was lifting out the few that didn't belong. "Ranma 1/2? 
Sailor Moon? Hmm, interesting." Fitting a rice cracker between her teeth 
she sat down and began to read.

=====

To be continued...

=====

	The Oberon for this piece is one who has a great deal of power and 
experience, yet is bored beyond belief and so likes to savor each victory 
and make each kill last a long time.
	In other words he isn't used to working hard at anything, and isn't in 
any hurry to win at any case. He feels he has infinite opportunities to 
try without ever being in any kind of physical danger.
	Other words: Cocky, overconfident, yet remaining brilliant and powerful. 
Also his status in the Unseelie Court is a great secret, as he passes 
himself off in the opposing Seelie court as Titiana's sortuv rascally 
second in command. The getting out of this secret would hurt him more 
than any other thing a mortal could do.
	It would also ensure said mortal's demise.

Yes I am crazy, I don't just act that way!



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