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The Virus:

An anime fanstory by
Chris Jones
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The following story contains some LIME elements. Nothing too
ecchi, but enough to make you think... Enjoy!

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Day 0 - Patient Tenchi:
    
    "In hindsight, I should have realized it was all Mihoshi's
fault."

    - Professor Washuu (in a speech given to the American CDC on day
783 of the 'Nerima Virus' epidemic.)

    * * *

    The research was coming along nicely, Washuu thought. Her
sequencer was finally starting to shed some interesting light on
Tenchi's hidden power. While it was not going to provide a
definitive answer, it did give her some clues.

    "Ahh ee aloth one et?" Tenchi asked, his tongue hanging out of
his mouth since it was attached to a small clip. He *would* have
pulled it off, but both his arms and legs were very firmly attached
to Washuu's apparatus as well.

    "Just a few more seconds, Tenchi!" Washuu exclaimed, rubbing
her hands together in glee. Her computer 'binged' and started to
flash. "My, oh my!"

    "Wha ih ih, Wauu--"     Washuu yanked the clip off his tongue.
"What is it, Washuu-chan?" Tenchi asked as the scientist started to
let him loose of the machine.

    She led him over to the computer monitor, that was currently
flashing the familiar image of the double-helix pattern of DNA.

    "This is from the blood sample I took earlier," Washuu said in
explanation

    Tenchi began to shiver and look around for something more
substantial to wear than just his boxer-shorts.

    "Ummm... I'm afraid I'm not sure what it means," he admitted.

    "Well, let's zoom out a little bit. There," she said,
adjusting the view so that Tenchi was presented with the image of
twenty-three paired chromosomes. Here, this chromosome only has one
leg!"

    "That's because I'm a boy," Tenchi said. "Right? I may not
have been the *best* student in biology class, but I do remember
than women have two 'X' chromosomes and men have both an 'X' and a
'Y'."

    Washuu nodded. "This is a trait that's unique to humanoids
from only two planets in the galaxy, Tenchi-kun!"

    "Umm, Earth and Jurai?"

    "Bingo!" Washuu bapped him cutely on the nose.

    "So this was what you attached me to the machine for?"

    "Oh, no," Washuu admitted. "This all came from the blood
sample. I just wanted to see you sweat. You're so cute when you're
nervous."

    Tenchi groaned and stalked away.

    "Don't you want to hear more about my fabulous discovery?"
Washuu called after him. She giggled cutely when he didn't answer,
and got back to work.

    After she was alone, Washuu got a little more serious and
started to really work on her discovery. Her race, and almost every
other humanoid race in the galaxy used recombinant genes to create
'gender'. Every person had genetic data in their cells to code
necessary male and female proteins. Terrans and Juraiians on the
other hand passed down only half the genetic data for gender from
each parent. While men like Tenchi had one 'X' and one 'Y'
chromosome, women did not have *any* male data hiding in their
cells. In fact, from hair samples she had collected, Washuu knew
that human womens' extra 'X' genetic data tended to become inactive.

    It brought up some interesting possibilities. She would have
to ask Katsuhito about his family. If Noboyuki and Achika had been
distantly related, then maybe...

    Still, it was conjecture she didn't have time to work with
without more concrete data. Instead, she settled for trying to
'distill' Tenchi's DNA so that she could more thoroughly test it.
Since her trans-replicator was still being reconstructed thanks to
Mihoshi's last 'accident', she settled for using a slightly more
primitive method.

    When used correctly, certain viruses could be made to recreate
*any* genetic strain. Using a fast replicating variant of a Juraiian
cold virus she happened to have in stock, Washuu set about
programming it to pump out massive quantities of Tenchi's 'X'
chromosome.

    After a small glob of yellowish gelatin had grown in the petri
dish, Washuu closed it in a protective case, which began to shine a
pinkish light on the dish.

    "Set the nutrient feed, and... I'm off!"

    Washuu then left the case and went off to another part of her
lab to start working on the trans-replicator, which was a
significantly more complex task than sequencing DNA.

    Alone, the yellowish glob continued to grow. After several
hours, the yellow goop threatened to overflow its dish. A robotic
arm with a needle tip swung down from the top of the case and began
to siphon off pure DNA, filtering the viral parts of the mixture
into a waste container attached to the arm.

    It was at this point that Mihoshi entered the lab, skipping
cutely over the monofilament trip-wire the scientist had rigged in
place since the blonde policewoman had managed to destroy her laser-
sensor entrance detection system.

    Mihoshi had been good that week. She was actually messing
things up faster than Washuu could fix them.

    "Washuu? Washuu-san?" Her call was met with silence, Mihoshi
ventured further into the lab. "Washuu-san! Dinner's ready? Don't
you want to eat? A healthy balanced diet is important for your
health!"

    In short order, she came across the specimen case, where the
pink light had begun to flash in pre-programmed sequence.

    "Oooohhh... Pretty...."

    Mihoshi leaned up over the control panel to get a better look.

    "What's that yellow stuff?"

    Not quite press her face up against, the glass, Mihoshi leaned
a little further in, brushing the control panel.

    An continuous, thundering arc of electricity shot through the
cabinet, scaring Mihoshi back. She squealed, and started to press
buttons randomly to fix whatever she had done.

    The light in the case flashed pink, then yellow and eventually
purple, but the. Alarms started going off. A Ryo-ohki plushie popped
out of the cabinet above the specimen case and started to 'miya' in
a metallic tone.

    "Oh no! Washuu-san will be so angry!"

    Mihoshi continued to press buttons until the light shown a
steady pink.

    "Whew! I think that's it!"

    "What did you do, fluff-brain?!" Washuu demanded.

    Mihoshi spun around in a panic and backed into the case.
Desperately trying to right herself, she fell back over the control
panel and head first through the swinging doors of the specimen
case. Yellow goo splattered everywhere, and the robotic arm was
thrown clear of the case. It impacted another piece of apparatus
where it began to spark and burn.

    Washuu sighed, and tapped a few controls on her omnipresent
computer hologram. A glob of foam dropped out of the ceiling of the
laboratory and settled around the nascent electrical fire.

    "Do you know how many *hours* of work you just ruined,
Mihoshi?" Washuu asked in irritation.

    "Waaahhh!" Mihoshi bawled, her hair thick with the yellow
goop.

    Washuu sighed and pulled Mihoshi out of the wreckage and
started to escort her out of the lab.

    "Go take a bath, Mihoshi," Washuu commanded. "And tell Sasami
that I won't be coming down to dinner. I'm going to have to
*completely* rebuild the specimen chamber."

    * * *

    That night, after everyone had been regaled by Mihoshi's tales
of terror in Washuu's lab, Tenchi made his way to the furo to soak
after a long day.

    He didn't intend to fall asleep in the hot water, but he was
feeling very groggy for some reason. Tenchi woke quite a bit later
when his father knocked on the door. The water had gotten cold and
Tenchi was feeling rather sick.

    He took a cold pill and went to bed.


* * *
Day 1 - Initial Outbreak:

    "Hello?"

    "Yes, this is Noboyuki Masaki. I'm afraid my son's not going
to be in class today."

    "You do realize, don't you, that this is the eighteenth time
this semester, Masaki-san?"

    "Yes, of course. He has a rough time... uhh... training with
his grandfather. I've tried to talk the old man out of it, but you
know how the older generation is."

    "Yes," the vice-principal noted. "So what shall I put down
this time? Sprained-ankle? Second-degree burns? Exploding house?"

    "Actually, my son's sick in bed. He's got a high fever and the
sniffles."

    "Lovely."

    "Thanks!" Noboyuki hung up the phone and dug in his pocket for
his address book. His secretary wouldn't have left her apartment for
the office yet and he was feeling sniffily as well. It was probably
better to stay home and recuperate a day than spread it around the
office.

    "Edube be," Ayeka asked, stull clad in her pajamas. "Bud do
you habe addy fadial tiddue on did planed?"

    "Hmm," Noboyuki noted. "It looks like we've all come down with
something."

    "Got a cold, huh?" Ryouko asked. "Hmm, you don't look so good,
Princess. You'll never catch Tenchi with bags under your eyes or a
red nose."

    "Dud ub, you. I'b nod id the mood ride now." Ayeka stalked off
and back up the stairs.

    Noboyuki grimaced, noting that he was beginning to get chills.
"It doesn't look like any of us are going out today, Ryouko. Do you
think you'd mind going into town and picking up a few things?"

    "Sure," Ryouko said, looking forlornly after her playmate. It
just wasn't any fun if the princess didn't fight back!

* * *

Day 8 - The Jusenkyou Factor:

    "Hey, Masaki! Are you sure you're up to this so soon after
being sick?"

    "Sure, coach," Tenchi answered. "I'm really looking forward to
the competition. I've been training with my grandfather since I was
little."

    "What you do *isn't* Kendo, Masaki," The athletics director
snapped off. "More like, I dunno..."

    "I've already talked to the event coordinator," Tenchi
countered. "Furinkan has a number of esoteric martial artists, so
the captain of the Kendo team has agreed to meet me in a
unrestricted match."

    "Oh yeah," the older man looked at his clipboard. "I wondered
what that memo was about."

    Smiling, Tenchi adjusted his warm-up suit and boarded the bus.

    The trip into Tokyo only took an hour or so. Tenchi rather
enjoyed the peace and quiet. Furinkan High itself, however, was a
pretty rowdy place. The crowd when he arrived was actively cheering
and jeering various athletes from other schools as they gathered
around the school.

    With the other students from his school who were
participating, Tenchi went into one of the extra locker rooms to
suit up. He doffed his warm-up suit and replaced it with a hamaka.
Doing his best to avoid the crowds, he went out into the gymnasium
where the first few contests were taking place.

    The first match was being fought between two martial-arts
gymnasts. Tenchi had heard of the sport and knew that it was
catching on all across the country, but had never actually seen it
played. He was impressed by the girls' deadly combination of grace,
fearlessness, and wicked skill. Tricks that Tenchi considered
'dirty' were apparently a large part of the game. Just so long as
the two didn't actually touch each other, it was pretty much
'anything goes'.

    Eventually the girl in the black leotard with the rose motif
drove the other girl from the ring with a well placed water cooler
to the face. Untangling her ribbon from the cooler, the girl made an
imperious gesture to the crowd, which was evenly divided between
cheers and boos.

    "The winner, Kodachi Kunou of St. Hebereke High!" the referee
announced over the cacophony.

    "Wow," Tenchi breathed out loud.

    "She's from another school," the person sitting next to him
said, "But her brother goes here so she's a favorite anyway."

    Tenchi nodded to the girl in thanks.

    "Wanna buy a program?" she asked.

    "Uhh..."

    "It's okay," the brown-haired girl said. "You could place a
bet instead."

    "That wouldn't really be proper," Tenchi apologized. "I'm
competing later in the unrestricted Kendo tournament."

    "Ooh! You'll be fighting Kunou-chan, then. Good luck!"

    "Thanks!"

    While Tenchi thought that the girl was rather attractive, she
seemed to be much more interested in selling him something than
actually chatting. Also, he couldn't help but see three or four
faces that would be very upset if they saw him talking to anything
female.

    After the ring had been cleared, Tenchi watched as a young man
in Chinese clothes with a braided pigtail hopped up into the ring.
His opponent was a scarily large Judo champion that Tenchi
recognized from his own school.

    The fight was an education in martial arts. Coji, the Judo
champion, was large and strong, but the pigtailed youth was faster
than Tenchi thought humanly possible. Coji soaked up the lighting
fast blows, however, and landed a solid hit that sent the pigtailed
youth sprawling.

    "Go, Coji!" Tenchi shouted in support.

    Unfazed, the pigtailed youth leapt to his feet and began to
trade harder blows with Tenchi's classmate.

    "Sure you don't want to place a bet?" the brown-haired girl
asked.

    "Well, okay," Tenchi gave in, excited by the competition. He
pulled out a couple five hundred yen coins and handed them to the
girl. "A thousand on Coji," he said.

    The girl took the money and started to check her notebook.
"Coji Fujisawa against Ranma Saotome... That will get you thirty to
one odds."

    "Wow..."

    *Kathunk*

    Tenchi's head snapped up at the meaty sounding thud. Coji had
just impacted the mat of the ring, stars in his eyes and blood
running freely from his nose. Ranma's nose was bloody as well, but
he was standing defiantly over the larger boy, his hands still
raised in the punch that floored Coji.

    The referee gave a count and declared Ranma the winner.

    "Too bad!" Nabiki said in way of condolence. "If you'd like to
place any further wagers, please ask for me. My name's Nabiki."

    "Uh, yeah," Tenchi muttered, seeing his thousand yen walking
away in the girl's pocket. He sighed forlornly and got up to help
move Coji from the ring.

    After he had wiped his nose, Ranma helped as well.

    "Hey, good fight," Ranma said to the groggy Judoist. "You
really surprised me with that hit in the face. I didn't see it
coming."

    After he blinked himself back awake, Coji nodded and shook the
other martial artist's hand. "You've got a hell of a left. It felt
like you hit me fifty times!"

    "Fifty-three," Ranma clarified.

    Tenchi chuckled as he helped his classmate to his feet.

    "You're pretty good," he offered after Coji stumbled off to
the showers.

    Ranma beamed with pride. "I've been training since I was an
infant. I'm heir to the Saotome school of Anything-goes Martial
Arts. I've trained all over. Even went to China for a while."

    "Tenchi Masaki," he introduced himself. "Kuroho High. You go
to school here?"

    Ranma nodded. "You're gonna fight Kunou, right?"

    Tenchi nodded and shook the other martial artist's hand. "Good
luck in your fights."

    "You too."

    After not too much longer, more fights began as preparations
were finished on the other rings. After only a few minutes, Tenchi
was called into the ring to fight a blue robed kendoist.

    Tenchi bowed to his opponent. Instead of bowing back, however,
Kunou began to make a speech.

    "Fare thee well in combat, noble warrior. Know that you shall
indeed burn today in the righteous flame that is Blue Thunder, the
shining star of the High-school Kendo world. Only one as pure and
noble as I--"

    "Whatever," Tenchi muttered as Kunou continued to rant.

    The referee explained the modified rules of the contest.
Rather than formal Kendo rules, judges would count critical hits for
a technical knockout after eight minutes. A real knockout or ringout
would also win the fight.
    
    Tenchi nodded, indicting his acceptance of the rules. Kunou
had never stopped ranting.

    "--ance of Heaven is slow but sure! In the name of house
Kunou, have at thee!"

    Tenchi leapt into the fray, his own bokken brawn.

    Kunou was a real challenge. Tenchi estimated that Kunou fought
just above the same level he did. In the end, Tenchi managed to
salvage the fight by sidestepping one of the other kendoist's long
strikes and rapping him against the back of the head with the hilt
of his bokken. Kunou flipped out of the ring and landed head first.

    After the fight, which Kunou claimed he couldn't possibly have
lost for some odd reason, Tenchi got to talk to Ranma and Nabiki
again for a little bit. All in all, he was very happy with the
outcome of the fight. Nabiki was sharp and intelligent, if a little
mercenary, but she was fun to talk to as she commented about the
other matches. Ranma seemed a little egotistical, but the man had a
cunning mind and tactical knowledge that Tenchi felt rivaled his
grandfather's. Tenchi genuinely enjoyed talking to the two as they
commented on the fights.

    Eventually it was time to come home. Tenchi offered the
distraught Kunou a rematch at the next tournament, and made his way
back to the bus.

* * *

Day 9 - Patient Zero, Nabiki Tendou:
    
    Nabiki felt like hell, but there were dozens if not hundreds
of bets to collect on. She had spent most of the time after the
tournament in bed the night before, not even coming down to eat
dinner, but some things were just too important to be sick for.

    At school, Nabiki went about her usual business and did her
best to concentrate on class. There were a lot of winnings to take
off the students, so she contented herself by tallying her notebook.
It took her mind off her headache and chills, and made it easier to
get through the day.

    By lunch, she wasn't feeling so bad at all. There was more
sneezing, but Nabiki's sinuses had mostly cleared, and she wasn't
running a fever any more.

    The sneezing increased after lunch, so Nabiki took a seat at
the back of the room, and a box of kleenexes to sneeze into. She had
to leave class a few times.

    "Are you feeling ill, Miss Tendou?" Hinako asked in her
afternoon English class.

    "I was this morning, but I'm *achoo* doing quite a bit better.
I wonder if I'm al-- *achoo* --llergic to something. *ACHOO*"

    "Maybe you should see the nur--"

    "*ACHOO*" Nabiki's sneeze tore through her tissue.

    "Are you oka--"

    "*ACHOO* *ACHOO* *ACHOO* *ACHOO*"

    "Breathe, girl!" One of her classmates shouted.

    "**ACHOO**" Nabiki fell from her seat with the force of the
sneeze. She was having a hard time breathing, and began to panic.
"**ACHOO** **ACHOO** **ACHOO**"

    "That's eight in a row," a smartass in the front row noted.
Nabiki made a mental note to charge him later as she sneezed twice
more.

    Sitting in the floor, Nabiki looked around to make sure she
hadn't accidentally knocked anything over.

    "Why don't you go to the nurse?" Hinako said in concern.

    "I'm okay," Nabiki said after a few seconds. "I think maybe
one mo-- ***ACHOOOOOOOOO***"
    
    She felt her blouse rip in the back. She was trembling, and
her head was spinning.

    She looked down to see that her arms were oddly hairy all the
sudden.

    "I'm okay?" she said. Her voice echoed in her ears,
surprisingly deep and resonant, almost like..."

    "No," Nabiki looked down again and noted a distinct lack of
curve on her chest. One hand going to a non-existent breast, Nabiki
thrust the other up her skirt... *his* skirt, Nabiki determined
after an exploratory grope.

    "Ranma's a dead man," Nabiki-otoko pronounced in his new, deep
voice that sounded strangely like his father's. "I don't know how, I
don't know why, I just know that this *has* to be Ranma's fault."

    Hinako's eyes were bulging out. "I didn't know you changed,
too!"

    "Jusenkyou?" One of her classmates asked.

    "I've never been, thank-you," Nabiki growled, scrambling to
his feet. The fact that he was a boy in dress was secondary to the
fact that his feet were being crushed in Nabiki's leather shoes. He
pulled them off, and strode to the door of the classroom.

    "I'm going go to kill Ranma now," Nabiki muttered, flexing a
newly bulky bicep.

    At the head of the classroom, Kunou began to sniffle, not
really understanding what just happened. He sneezed once and wiped
his nose.

    "What?!?!" he asked when the entire classroom began to stare
at him in horror.

* * *

    Nabiki may have been fit, strong and male, but he was not a
martial artist. Ranma felt really bad about cold-cocking the guy in
a dress who just attacked him out of the blue in the middle of
history.

    Scared, not sure what was going on, Ranma and Akane cut out of
class to take Nabiki to Dr. Tofuu's clinic. Akane started to sniffle
on the way there. They started to run.

* * *

    Back at Kuroho High, Tenchi began to feel sniffley again.

    *Hmm,* he thought, sneezing in class. *I wonder if I did
overexert too soon after being sick.*

* * *

    "I've never seen anything like it," Tofuu admitted as the warm
water dripped off of Nabiki's unchanged body. The very scared, very
wet young man in front of him had the same fingerprints, dental
work, and distinguishing scars as Nabiki Tendou. There was no event
that could result in a Jusenkyou-like change, however.

    "In Ranma's case, there is Jusenkyou, but here..."

    "Give it to me straight," Nabiki demanded, wincing at the
line. "Am I gonna be like this forever?"

    "It's too soon to tell," Tofuu admitted as he handed the boy a
towel. He readied a syringe for drawing a blood sample. "It's
possible that..."

    "What, Doctor?" Akane pleaded.

    Tofuu grimaced, injecting the needle into Nabiki's elbow. He
drew several CC's of blood and capped off the syringe. "Well, Nabiki
just got over a cold, and you do both live in close proximity to
Ranma. It's possible that somehow the changing factor in Ranma's
body was transmitted via a virus."

    Nabiki shook her head. "If that was the case, this would have
happened before."

    Ranma nodded in agreement. "I don't get sick often, but I have
before."

    "And Uncle Saotome gets colds from time to time, but we don't
all turn into pandas," Akane seconded.

    *Or pigs,* Ranma thought to himself.

    Tofuu nodded in agreement, but had a concerned expression on
his face. "I can't help but feel the cold had something to do with
it. I want you to treat this like a cold at any rate. Lots of bed
rest, lots of liquids. You know the drill."

    Nabiki nodded.

    "I'll research this sample and see if there's anything I can
do. In the mean time, you should remember that this is probably a
temporary effect."

    "Okay," Nabiki said noncommittally. "God, I hope I'm not stuck
like this," she said.

    After they left, Tofuu considered the blood sample carefully.
Sighing, he divided it into to test tubes and put one in his
refrigerator. The other he marked 'Biohazard - TCDC'. He picked up
the phone.

    "Tokyo Center for Disease Control," a pleasant voiced
receptionist answered.

    "Doctor Najima, please," Tofuu asked. "This may be an
emergency."

    After a few seconds, there was another voice on the line. "Ken
Najima, what can I do for you?"

    "Ken, its Tofuu. I've got a problem."

    "The all-knowing Tofuu Ono is calling *me*?" the other doctor
asked with a chuckle. "I'm flattered."

    "There's no time for kidding, Ken. You remember my sex-
changing patient?"

    "Yes," Ken replied with a little bit of hesitancy, sensing the
urgency in Tofuu's voice. "The boy with the 'curse', right? What's
the deal?"

    "An unrelated girl who lives in the same house spontaneously
changed sex today. It's a long shot, but it's possible that the
changing factor was transmitted via air-borne microorganism,
probably a virus."

    "You're kidding, right?" Ken asked, a quiet tone of dread
creeping into his own voice.

    "I wish I was. It gets worse. Her sister's coming down with
the same cold she had before changing, and the both of them,
including the original patient were at school all day today."

    "Good God, Tofuu. Do you have any idea what you're saying?"

    "I have a blood sample." Tofuu offered. "There's an elderly
woman in my community who may know more about the 'curse', but..."

    "I'll be right over," Ken said. Tofuu heard a rustle in the
background.

    "I've probably already been exposed," Tofuu warned.

    "It's too late to worry if she's been to school. By now, the
entire city's got it."

* * *   

    Later, when Ranma and Akane had escorted Nabiki back to the
house, they found Kasumi and Soun in bed with low-grade fevers.
Genma was sick as well, but not feeling quite so bad. Ranma and
Akane didn't tell Soun or Kasumi so as not to alarm them, but Genma
saw them come in the door.

    "Man, looks like Nabiki's cold is spreading!" Ranma said.

    "What if what Doctor Tofuu said was right?" Nabiki-kun asked.
"If everyone who gets my cold gets sick, then--"

    "***ACHOO***" Genma sneezed, knocking himself--

    "Uh-oh," Ranma said.

    --knocking herself down.

    "I preferred being a panda, I think," Genma-onna muttered.

    "Well, Pops, you're a lot less ugly a woman as you are a man."

    "It's time for a training trip, boy," Genma said, making sure
all her parts were safely concealed in her gi.

    "Huh?"

    "Your mother sees this and she *will* gut me."

    "*ACHHOOO*"

    "*ACHOOOO*"

    "That would be daddy and Kasumi," Nabiki noted.

    "AGHGHGHHHH!" A high pitched, overly emotional voice cried
out. "My manhood!"

    "Oh my!" A deep baritone answered.

    "This just hit critical," Ranma said, rubbing his chin.

    Akane wiped her nose, which had begun to run.

    Ranma, Nabiki and Genma looked at her critically.

    "What? Oh... Oh, NO!"

    Nabiki, still wearing a gi he had borrowed from Tofuu patted
his sister on the shoulder. "You better change into something that
won't tear when you change."

    "NO!" Akane screamed, running upstairs, past a confused young
man in a nightgown.

    "Whatever has happened to me," Kasumi-kun asked. "I seem to
have... changed. Nabiki? Uncle Saotome?"

    "I'll call Doctor Tofuu," Genma volunteered.

    "I'll go talk to Akane," Nabiki said. "It's probably too late,
but..."

    "It's a long story, Kasumi," Ranma explained. "We should
probably tell your... uhh... Dad. Hey, Mister Tendou. Welcome to the
club."

    "WAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"


* * *

    Later that night, Hiroshi Honda and his parents boarded a
plane to San Francisco to visit his aunt. He'd miss his friends at
Furinkan, but it would be nice to get out of the madhouse for a day
or so.

    He just wished he wasn't feeling so crummy. Oh well, he'd save
the manga Daisuke lent him for later and sleep for a bit and see if
he didn't feel better by the time they landed for the stopover in
Hawaii.

* * *

Day 10 - Patient Oa, Tenchi Masaki:

    The sneezing was pretty bad, Tenchi thought, but the sex-
changing was completely unexpected. Luckily, he was in the bathroom
at the time, trying not to interrupt math with his loud sneezing.
One large sneeze later and...

    "Tenchi-chan," she mumbled. "Washuu must be playing tricks."

    Adjusting her pants to stay up around her now too-slender hips
and her shirt not to bind too badly, Tenchi ignored her new anatomy
and snuck out of the building.

    She called a cab and went home, building up angrily the entire
time. She knew exactly what she was going to say to Washuu, and
demand that the scientist change him back.

    When she got home, she found Ryouko laughing hysterically on
the front porch.

    "What's the big..."

    Ryouko leapt up to peer into Tenchi's face. "Tenchi?"

    Tenchi nodded, thankful that her short cropped hair and
ponytail stayed with her.

    Ryouko began to guffaw and chortle.

    "This is Washuu's fault, isn't it?"

    "I have no idea," Ryouko admitted, but--"

    "Tenchi-dono!" A purple-haired young man in Juraiian robes
rushed out of the house and skidded to a stop just in front of
Tenchi.

    "She got you too, huh?" Onna-Tenchi asked. "Ayeka?"

    The young man nodded. Looking past her into the house, Tenchi
could see a frightened blue-haired little boy with strawberry
colored eyes peeking around the corner at her.

    "Sasami-chan," he breathed, real anger entering his voice for
the first time.

    Tenchi stormed into the house past the girls and into the main
room.

    "Washuu!!!" He yelled.

    "Right here, Tenchi-ku... er..." Washuu was sitting on the
sectional sofa next to two distressed woman. After a few seconds,
Tenchi realized that one was his father, but the other seemed quite
a bit too young to be her grandfather. The relation was obvious,
however. She was also wearing her grandfather's thick spectacles.

    "Grandfather?"

    The young-looking woman with long dark hair nodded and
shrugged. She went back to watching the television.

    "How do you explain this?" she demanded, turning back to
Washuu.

    Washuu pointed to the television.

    Tenchi watched, horror growing on her face.

    "As the entire Nerima ward has been cordoned off," the
reporter began. "Reports are already starting to trickle in
regarding cases of the sudden 'Nerima Epidemic' in the rest of the
city. So far, no cases have been reported off the island of Honshu,
but the prime minister has ordered an immediate emergency halt to
all rail, air, and sea travel in Japan."

    "Oh my god," Tenchi muttered, staring in shock at the
television.

    "We go now live to Megumi Hisara. She's... err... with Doctor
Tofuu Ono and Doctor Ken Najima of the Tokyo Center for Disease
Control. Megumi?"

    'Megumi' was a man in makeup and a too-tight dress. He was
standing with a microphone next to two women. One had glasses and
longish brown ponytail. The other had short-cropped hair. The
caption at the bottom of the screen listed their names and a '-
formerly male' in parentheses.

    "Doctors," Megumi asked. "What can you tell us about the
virus?"

    Doctor Tofuu spoke into the microphone. "It very closely
resembles the effects of a 'Jusenkyou Curse', which is apparently a
virus that is transmitted through fresh water that causes the victim
to change anatomy drastically with the application of hot and cold
water. Unlike Jusenkyou, however, the sex-change that comes with the
Nerima virus is not affected by water and is apparently transmitted
in an airborne virus.

    "So..." Megumi prompted.

    "If you've been in Nerima in the last forty-eight hours,"
Tofuu said, "You've almost certainly got it."

    "It spreads so quickly," Ken agreed.

    "Is the change permanent?" Megumi asked the two doctors.

    "We just don't know yet. It's too soon to say," Ken said.

    "What are the signs that one is infected with the virus?"

    "Once you've been exposed," Tofuu said, "You won't show
symptoms for six to twelve hours. Afterwards, there's another six to
twelve hours of flu-like symptoms. Head-ache, fever, congestion and
sneezing. It's usually during the sneezing phase that the change
occurs. Afterwards, there is little sign of the cold-symptoms. We've
not been able to confirm it yet, but a carrier is contagious from as
little as an hour after he is exposed. This is one of the fastest
viruses we've ever seen."

    "Do you know where the virus originated?"

    "We're treating Patient Zero right now," Ken said. "For her...
er... his and his family's safety, we're not releasing any names.
We're also investigating any possible connections to the
aforementioned Jusenkyou virus. Other than that, there's not a lot
we can tell you. We're victims too, so..."

    Megumi sighed, a disappointed look on his face. "Can you tell
our viewers what to do to keep from being infected.

    Tofuu shrugged.

    "Stay indoors," Tofuu shrugged. "And wash your hands
frequently. There's a large chance that you or someone in your
family has already got it, even if you don't know about it. It's not
painful, other than psychologically, and we have yet to observe any
life-threatening symptoms."

    "This is bad," Ken said. "But it's not the end of the world."

    "I'm sorry to break in," the anchor's voice cut in, "But we've
just received reports of a possible Nerima Virus breakout in Hawaii.
American officials have already isolated the island."

    "It's spreading so fast," Youshou-onna said, clicking off the
TV in disgust. "I've been in contact with my parents. Earth is under
quarantine until the virus's progress can be halted."

    "It only affects humans," Washuu said, gesturing to herself,
Mihoshi and Ryouko, who retained their normal forms. "Only Terrans
and Juraiians are at risk."

    "Do you know what it is?" Tenchi asked in a quiet, calm voice.

    "Sasami was the first to change," Washuu explained.
"Apparently it affects children faster. I took a blood sample and
began to test it. There are massive amounts of strange proteins and
a certain virus in her system. There's also an inert genetic
signature along with the strangest DNA I've *ever* seen inside the
virus.

    "Genetic signature?" Tenchi asked in confusion.

    "Yours," Washuu exhaled heavily. "And the virus is a variant
on a Juraiian adenovirus strain. It's a strain of the same virus, in
fact, that I use for certain genetic experiments."

    Everybody in the room stared at Mihoshi. The policewoman began
to cry. "I didn't mean to infect the world! I'm so sorry!!!!
WAHHHAHHHHHHH!!!!"

    "I've checked the logs in my lab," Washuu continued. "At one
point Mihoshi exposed a controlled viral sample to eight different
kinds of radiation, nutrients, and high voltage. The viral sample
was *supposed* to produce a volume of DNA found in Tenchi's X
chromosome. After the exposure, I'm not sure *what* it was doing.

    "We were all so sick the next day," Ayeka said.

    Washuu nodded. "No doubt infected by the Juraiian Adenovirus
mutant Mihoshi took out of the lab with her. I chose a non-deadly
strain just in case something like this happened, though. There's no
cure for it, but the virus is common on Jurai like the common cold
is here. It's just not life-threatening in most circumstances."

    "How does a cold bug change someone's sex?!?!" Tenchi demanded
in anger.

    "That was what I wanted to know," Washuu continued. "I need to
get in touch with that Doctor Tofuu to find out more, but he's
already given me a clue. That 'Jusenkyou' thing. I did some research
into it. Jusenkyou is apparently a set of natural springs in China--"

    Tenchi's mind snapped alert. Something about what Washuu
said...

    "--each with it's own tragic curse. There's apparently a virus
in the water that infects a biological host and forces it to change
shape and mass whenever it's affected by a trigger, cold and hot
water in this case. There are some odd telepathic and telekinetic
effects that are really interesting. The physics involved are really
quite--"

    "The day before yesterday, I met a martial artist who went to
China," Tenchi interrupted.

    "If he is indeed a Jusenkyou carrier," Washuu said without
missing a beat, "what probably happened was that you infected him
with a weak, mutant Juraiian Adenovirus. In order to adapt, the
mutant virus dropped your genetic material and assumed similar
pieces of his, in this case, the material that allows him to change
shape. You were infected by the new virus, as well as the 'Patient
Zero' they're protecting in Nerima. He's probably immune to the new
virus, since it comes from his genetic material already."

    Tenchi exhaled heavily. "Can you cure it?"

    Washuu said, "..."

    "You haven't even started trying yet?" Tenchi asked hopefully.

    Washuu grimaced. "Like the reporter said, it's one of the most
infectious diseases ever to attack this planet. Mihoshi's just
talented that way, I guess. Less than one percent of Sasami's cells
are unaffected by the genetic material introduced by the virus. I'd
have to genetically resequence everyone on the planet to make them
immune. I could release another virus, but the chance for mutation
in the wild is just too high."

    "So we're stuck..." Tenchi's slender shoulders slumped.

    "Aha! Not so fast there!" Washuu countered with a smile. "I,
naturally, since I'm the most brilliant scientist in the universe,
have projected out the virus's effects. After a few hundred hours of
exposure, the human body starts defending itself against the new
proteins. Of course, it can't rid itself of them entirely, but most
humans will be able to change back and forth with cold and hot water
like our friend from Jusenkyou. Some may even be able to do it at
will."

    "You should probably contact that Doctor Tofuu guy, then,"
Tenchi noted. "There will be a lot of relieved people out there."

    Washuu nodded and went into her lab.

    Tenchi-chan sighed and grimaced. "Well, theres no--"

    Ayeka-kun ran past him and into the hallway. Tenchi heard the
bathroom door open, and Ayeka's growl of anger.

    "Come here, Ryouko!" Ayeka shouted.

    "Whatever for, my darling *Prince*," Ryouko teased.

    "I need you to open the bathroom door."

    Ryouko chuckled and dragged Tenchi off after her. Tenchi
opened the door, a little surprised that it did indeed open onto the
women's bath.

    Ayeka stripped his clothes off as he ran, and dived into the
hot water. Tenchi didn't know wether to avert her eyes or not.

    "What are you doing, *Prince*," Ryouko taunted. "Going to stay
in hot water till you change back?"

    "Yes," Ayeka answered. "I most certainly will."

* * *

    Back in Nerima, the shit, as they say, was hitting the fan.

    "Boy Shampoo no able to catch Airen!" A certain amazon wailed
in a deep voice. The effect was not... masculine.

    Cologne sighed at some length. "Chaos infected this town
before. I suppose I'm not surprised."

    "I still love you, Shampoo" a nearsighted girl with long black
hair declared.

    "Shampoo not interested in Mousse as boy and Shampoo
*certainly* not interested in girls. Mousse chance is worse now than
ever before!"

    "At least their curses have apparently been cured," Tofuu
noted over the top of her bowl of ramen.

    "Yes," Cologne noted in a deep, gravelly voice. There wasn't a
lot of difference between a withered old woman and a withered old
man. "Mousse and Shampoo are cured, but my son in law is not, it
seems. It was almost as if the virus originated with him."

    "I don't think there's much question about that," Tofuu
admitted. "So is there anything you've found out?"

    "The victims all have affected auras," Cologne volunteered,
drawing out his pipe. "Rather like Jusenkyou. There's an alien
component as well. Something not of this earth. I'm afraid that
Amazon medical lore can't touch this one. If it could..."

    "You wouldn't be male right now." Tofuu sighed.

* * *

Day 14 - US Patient 0, Hiroshi Honda:

    "This is probably my fault, you know," Hiroshi whispered to
her mother as they sat in her aunt's... err... uncle's apartment in
San Francisco.

    "It's possible that you were carrying the virus, son, but
there were others from Nerima on the plane."

    The two turned to the television and watched. Hiroshi knew
more English than her newly male mother, so he translated.

    "I'm Bernard Shaw," the middle-aged black woman announced.
"And this is CNN. It's been three days since the first case of the
Nerima Virus was reported in San Francisco--"

    Hiroshi's father began to cry dramatically as only a man
turned into a woman can.

    "-- and there are now cases of the virus in virtually every
city in North America. All travel into and out of the United States,
Canada, and Mexico has been halted by local governments and the
U.N.. CNN has reports of massive number of North Americans fleeing
the country to South America and Europe. The first unofficial
reports of the virus are turning up in England and France.

    "The governments of China and Russia have threatened military
action in order to stop the virus's spread, but rumors have already
reached CNN about widespread infection in Southeast Asia and Eastern
Europe. The American Center for Disease Control has stated that
there will probably be no halting the virus.

    "Reaction to the virus's sex-changing effects are mixed in the
United States and Canada, particularly with homosexual, lesbian, and
transsexual communities. Some view it as a blessing, rather than a
curse.

    "In related news, Representative Karen White from California has
introduced a bill to the U.S. House that would make doctors liable
for all costs associated with breast implant removal surgery."

    Hiroshi sighed and clicked off the TV. "This is all Ranma's
fault. I know it is."

* * *

Day 20 - Futaba Shimeru:

    *Man, Misaki looks good today," Futaba thought to himself. She
was wearing hose instead of socks, since the new school rules
permitted it. School rules were permitting just about anything in
the way of dress code these days.

    At any rate, Futaba just couldn't keep his eyes off the gentle
curve of his girlfriend's calves under the silky sheer fabric.
Misaki had been lucky. She was one of the few individuals seemingly
able to completely control their gender at will, making her
effectively 'immune' from the Nerima Virus. Futaba was too, but he
and his family hadn't felt the need to tell anybody. Both he and
Misaki suspected it was caused by the gender changing element she
had been exposed to a while back.

    Futaba, unlike most of his classmates, was enjoying the
virus's effects immensely. For the first time in over a year, he
didn't have to worry so much about... control...

    Getting bothered from fantasizing about Misaki's legs, Futaba
changed into a girl in the middle of class. Nobody really noticed.

* * *

Day 23 - The Sailor Senshi:

    "I'm the beautiful warrior for love and justice and in the
name of the moon....Hey, quit laughing!"

    "I'd laugh too," Rei muttered, crisping the offensive youma
with a Burning Mandala. At least the Senshi of Fire had put on pants
after transforming. "There's not a lot that's funnier than boys'
legs in a miniskirt, Usagi."

    "Rei-kun! You're mean!"

    "Don't call me that, Meatball-head!"

* * *

Day 30 - Ryouga Hibiki:

    "This is all your fault, Ranma!"

    "Probably," Ranma said as he reclined on the verandah.
"Lookin' pretty cute, P-chan!"

    "Shut up!" Ryouga muttered as she skidded to a stop in front
of the porch. Her hand went to her chest to keep it from jiggling
under her yellow tunic.

    "I figured you'd be happy to be cured," Ranma said. "You are
cured, aren't you?"

    Ryouga nodded in defeat. "Just traded one curse for another,
if you ask me..."

    "Ryouga-kun?" a voice called out from inside the house.

    "Akane?"

    Indeed, the youngest Tendou came out in a loose tank-top and
shorts. Ryouga almost cried in relief. "Akane! You didn't change!"

    "Uh... Hi, Ryouga-kun," Akane said, looking away slightly.

    Another young man, one Ryouga didn't recognize, stepped out on
the front porch. "Hey, Akane. Did lost boy show up--oops!"

    "Nabiki!" The tall, muscular, even intimidating Akane-kun
yelled at his 'brother'.

    Ryouga-chan began to weep.

    "We all change with hot and cold water now, Ryouga-kun," Akane
explained in embarrassment. He tugged uncomfortably at the tank-top
that looked like it was painted over his bulging muscles. "Have you
tried a hot shower yet?"

    "WAAAAAAAHHHH!!!" Ryouga cried.

* * *

Day 40 - Ataru Moroboshi:

    Lum loved Darling. She kept telling herself that. It was
important thing to remember, now that she would likely never be
allowed to leave the planet by intergalactic law. Luckily, she, Ten
and all the other non-terrans seemed to be immune to the virus.

    Darling was *not* immune however. It was a shock for her, but
after a few Days, Lum realized that she loved Ataru enough that it
didn't matter if he was a she.

    She was even more relived when the first reports of viral
immunities and people who could change back and forth started
creeping up.

    "Darling, come down to dinner, cha?" She pleaded at the locked
door.

    "Just another few minutes, Lum-chan!" a breathless feminine
voice called out from inside. "I'm almost done... ah... studying!
Yeah, that's the ticket!"

    Lum wanted to cry! Darling hadn't been out of her room in
days!

    "Darliiiing! Let Lum-chan play tooooo!" she said, scratching
at the door.

* * *

Day 66 - Hot and Cold Running Tenchi:

    "Come here, Tenchi-chan!" Ryouko purred as she floated lazily
over the living room. "I've got some lovely cold water for you!"

    "I thought you didn't like women," Ayeka sniped. "*I*
certainly like Tenchi as a man," she said, glancing down once at
Tenchi, who was desperately hiding in the hollow under the coffee
table.

    "But Tenchi's just so *cute* when he's a she!" Ryouko
protested. "Don't you think so, at least when you change?"

    Ayeka blushed and looked straight ahead at the television. "I
don't know what you're talking about."

    "Surrree ya don't, Princess!"

* * *

Day 89 - Nodoka Saotome:

    "Please, Nodoka-chan! Not so rough!"

    "Heh... You know you like it, Genma."

    "Unnhhh... Oh, god! Oh... it's so tight..."

    "Now, who's manly? BWAHAHAHAHAHAH"

    "At least I have hair again like this," Genma sighed under her
breath.

* * *

Day 104 - Miki Koujiro:

    It had been a slow day in the infirmary that day. It was okay,
because Miki was silently weeping as she watched news on her
portable satellite television. There were now confirmed cases of the
infection on every continent, including Antarctica.

    Her dream had been realized at last.


* * *

Day 130 - Keiichi Morisato:

    "Still haven't been able to change, Bro?" Megumi asked, clad
in a loose, revealing jumper that had become quite the fasion in the
last few months or so.

    Keiichi, still wearing a plain dress borrowed from Belldandy
shook her head as she worked over her engine blueprint. "It's okay,
though. I'm certain that I will eventually."

    A slender pair of arms wrapped around Keiichi-chan's torso and
closed around the girl's bosom. Keiichi had to keep from gasping as
the lithe fingers touched off little sparks as they dragged across
her nipples through the fabric of the dress.

    "And I don't mind," Belldandy said as she pulled Keiichi away
from her blueprint and closer to her. "Keiichi-san is still Keiichi-
san, regardless of her gender. The spirit inside is the same."

    Trembling, Keiichi turned her face up to stare into
Belldandy's loving, desiring gaze. Belldandy shifted position so
that her own long slender legs surrounded Keiichi. Being much
smaller, Keiichi was, in effect, sitting in Belldandy's lap.

    "Bell-chan..."

    "Oh, Keiichi-san..."

    "Well," Megumi noted, a naughty expression on her face. "I'll
just leave now before things get too spicy. Ne?"

    Keiichi didn't notice her sister leave since Belldandy's lips
were ever so slowly descending to meet hers. As they touched, one of
Belldandy's hands slid up to gently caress Keiichi's cheek.

    "I'm almost anxious for Urd's potion to wear off so I can
change back," Keiichi whispered when their lips came apart. "Then I
can show you my love as a man."

    "It'll just take a few more months," Belldandy said, giggling
quietly. "Don't rush it. Your love is just as sweet now as it will
be then."

    "Oh, Bell-chan..."

    "Keiichi-san?"

    "Take me again, Bell-chan! Make me yours!"

    "Oh, Keiichi-san!"

    "Ohhh..."

    "Ahhh..."

* * *

Day 153 - The Death of Happosai:


    "Dearly Beloved," Soun said.

    Ranma snickered until Akane batted him.

    "We're gathered here today to mourn the passing of one of the
world's greatest martial artists," Soun continued, gently holding
the hatbox over the freshly dug pit in the back yard.

    "Hai," Kasumi-kun agreed. He was wearing a black, sleeveless
jumper. "Whatever else is to be said about Grandfather Happosai must
include his complete and total mastery of the Art."

    Tofuu-chan sniffled once and buried her face against Kasumi-
kun's strong chest.

    "Well, he was perverted an' stuff," Ranma said, "But he did
teach me a lot about the Art."

    "Personally, I'm glad he's gone too, son," Genma admitted.

    "Old fart just couldn't trust the panties any more," Ranma
said. "Not since the virus. A lot of guys are wearing them now and a
lot of girls don't bother any more. It's better this way, really."

    "That being said," Soun agreed, "back her up!" He dropped the
hatbox into the pit and stood aside as workmen lowered a long pipe
over the hole. Cement from the truck parked in the alley behind the
dojo began to flow. After a few minutes, Ranma, Genma and Soun began
to trowel the 'headstone' until it was smooth.

    Tofuu-chan went into the house and came back with the
specially prepared mold, which Soun pressed carefully down into the
wet concrete. He let it set for almost five minutes before pulling
it back up.

    'DEMON BEGONE' was now etched into the drying concrete in
beveled kanji.

    "Are you coming in father?" Kasumi asked after the cement
truck left. She had changed back and had her apron on. "Dinner will
be ready in just a few minutes."

    "Ah, no, daughter. I'll be out here a while."

    "Oh?"

    "Yes. It takes seventy-two hours for the cement to cure, you
know."

* * *

Day 200 - The prevention of the end of the world:

    Yui sighed in defeat. "Gendou, we need to talk."

    "Dear?"

    "I heard about Akagi-san, Gendou."

    The young, lanky woman froze, not quite knowing how to answer
her girlfriend's accusation. It was true after all.

    "Yui-chan! You must belive me! I didn't--"

    "God, Gendou, you'll sleep with anything on two legs now!
First Kozo and now this? I'm leaving."

    "Yui, please!"

    "And I'm recommending that the Katsuragi team scrap your plans
for the Antarctica dig, too."

    "Don't leave me, Yui!" Gendou-chan pleaded. "Where will you
go?"

    "I'm a talented geneticist, Gendou. I can go anywhere I damn
well please. Just so long as its far away from *you*."


* * *

Day 365 - Virus Day:

    "Blue Thunder will slay the first person who says anything
about my legs," Kunou sniped as she stalked past Ranma and Akane
into the Furinkan front gate.

    "Oohh, Black-Nutcase hid your clothes again," Ranma said,
noting that Kunou was wearing the 'feminine' version of the loose
tunic and shorts that had replaced the old Furinkan uniforms. Kunou
and the rest of her family were some of those unfortunates that
changed neither with will nor water, but randomly. Some days he was
a he and some days she was a she and there wasn't a damn thing she
could do about it. "Cute legs, Blue-blunder."

    "Shut up, Saotome."

    "Quit picking on her, Ranma," Akane chided.

    Kunou preferred the 'masculine' version of the uniform, even
when female, but Kodachi had other ideas.

    "Hey, Sempai," Ranma said, sniggering. "The pigtailed girl
sent you a letter."

    "Shut the hell up, Saotome."

    "She wants to know if you wax your legs or shave."

    Kunou turned to attack, but caught a glimpse of the mocking
expression on Ranma's face as the pigtailed boy dropped into a
fighting stance.

    "Go to hell, Ranma," Kunou sniped, turning back to the school.
"I'm not interested in guys."

    Ranma laughed and laughed and laughed...

* * *

Day 783 - Washuu's Speech:

    "So, in conclusion, I'd like to point out that the levels of
the virus in the atmosphere have been steadily dropping since we
reached global saturation last May. My estimates show that while the
Change is now hard-coded into almost every human's genetic
structure, the virus itself is dying out. In approximately 30 years,
we'll be free of the virus, and the galactic civilizations Earth has
contacted, such as Oniboshi and Jurai will reopen lines of
communications.

    "It's been a very hectic couple of years, but I think we've
all held up just well enough to keep this dramatic change from
throwing the world into chaos. Every nation on planet Earth has been
forced to update its human rights and equality laws.   In many
cases, those laws have become irrelevant.

    "Human science knows an order of magnitude more now about its
own genetic code. Gene science is now the single fastest growing
field of employment in any nation now.

    "At this point, I would like to urge all of humanity not to
let these achievements be a peak or even a plateau. I urge all the
scientists of the earth to continue onward and upward. I urge
lawmakers and governments to continue to improve the plight of
subjugated people worldwide now that we can no longer discriminate
on basis of gender. I urge the fashion industry to continue to make
these cute little jumpers that I like so much. They make me look so
slim and cute!"

    "Ahem," a voice called from offstage.

    "Yes, yes... Lastly, I'd like to thank the CDC for hosting
this presentation. Good night, everybody!"

* * *

Notes:

After writing this story, I realized that it has strong echoes of
both 'Happi Days' and a little story Nicholas Leifker wrote a while
back called 'Contagion'. I wrote this as an original peice, however.
No insult or injury to these two is intended. It's fanfiction
anyway, so...

The last 'worldwide epidemic' story I wrote ended up having Tarou-
monster fathering a child on Ranma. I will never ever ever ever ever
never ever never ever ever ever ever never ever never ever ever ever
ever never ever never ever ever ever ever never evernever ever ever
ever ever never ever never ever ever ever ever never ever never ever
ever ever ever never ever never ever ever ever ever never ever
repost this story, so ask for 'Virus' instead.

At this point, I would like to open this story. I want to challenge
everyone who reads this story to write a vignette that occurs
somewhere within our after the 768 day time frame of the story. If
you do, I'll post it on a 'Virus' page at http://www.furinkan.net
I'd love to see a 'Kodomo no Omocha' or a 'Marmalade Boy' story set
in this continuity.

Thanks for reading. As always, all my other fanfiction can be found
at

http://www.furinkan.net/fanfic/
    
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owners and used without permission.

* * *

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