Disclaimer: I don't own Ranma 1/2 or any of the characters in Ranma
1/2, I am just playing with them.
By the pool of the Drowned Sensei, part one
by
John-Martin Lotz
The steps up to the Tendo Dojo were miles high and tens of miles long,
there was a spotlight at the top shining on me, a crowd of millions
watching me and I knew that there was gallows at the top. I smiled to
myself at the vision of a bad historical film popped into my head. This
was Nermia Ward, in twentieth century Japan, and I was under some kind
of weird curse. Shaking my head to clear it of the images, I walked up
the few steps that separated the real dojo from the street and me from
the young woman who had been standing by the door watching my wool
gathering.
"May I help you?"
"Yes . . . Is there a man, I mean boy, I mean girl. . . person named
Ranma here?"
The young women who stood at the door studied me, then asked the last
question that I expected to hear, "Excuse me, but are you engaged to
Ranma."
"Engaged?" my voice raised about an octave, then I calmed, "NO."
"One more question, Do you want to kill him?"
I took a step back, the first question hadn't been the last question I
had expected -- this one surely was, I had no idea how meeting this
Ranma person would be, but this was NOT it!! Still I had to know
the answers to my questions.
"No, not that either, There is something we share, and it leads me to
believe that there may well be more that we share."
"Ranma NO BAKA, hit me. Please just try and hit me."
"Slow and clumsy tomboy, Nyah"
"Ranma, you have a guest." the girl standing in front of me said.
She looked at me as I reviewed our conversation. "I apologize for not
giving my name earlier, I am Kiratso Tomoe "
She bowed, "Tendo Kasumi, and this is my sister Akane, and this is
Ranma" indicating a dark haired girl and the red headed one I was
seeking in
turn.
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As she made the introductions Kasumi studied her guest, The girl in
front of her was modestly dressed in an expensive looking, loose dove
gray kimono with a red chrysanthemum mon design on it.
Tomoe took off her shoes and extended a bag to Kasumi then stood
studying Ranma quite frankly, a trace of slight nervousness showing in
her wide spread dark eyes.
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I handed Kasumi the bag of scotch I had brought, then studied
Ranma -- who was in turn studying me, "You wanted to see me."
I sighed and reached into my handbag, "It's easier to show then
describe." I pulled out two thermoses of water, one hot and
the other cold.
"Jusenkyo," he breathed, as the steam rose off the water in the hot
thermos.
Yes, he was the one. I poured the cold water over my head. and . . .
changed. In that other form I looked up into Ranma's eyes and
started to smile. That smile froze, just like her eyes as she
breathed, "You Bastard." She screamed again, "You." and dove at me.
I didn't think, I didn't have the time, I just reacted, I found
myself first in a courtyard, then 30 feet in the air, slapping Ranma
backwards into a Koi
pond.
"Oh my." I heard Kasumi say as she handed me the hot thermos and I
reverted to my real self. Just about then Ranma struggled out of the
water and headed toward me. Next I found Kasumi between us. "Ranma,
stop!." Ranma halted and she handed him the rest of my thermos,
which she had grabbed from me.
I cinched my disarrayed kimono tighter as Kisumi continued, "Ranma,
'hot' water changed her into a girl, 'cold' changed her into that man."
Ranma, now male, gaped, and I had to ask, "Ranma, whose body is this,
Obviously you know it."
He looked half ready to hit and half to cry as he said, "My father's
and it's dead." He spun away from Kisumi and stalked off.
Before He got two steps, he halted and not facing me he started talking.
"I lost control, I apologize. You see, last time I saw that body, I
buried
it."
I could see Akane, hands over her mouth, collapse against a man who
hurried out of the main part of the house. Another girl hurried up, no
doubt drawn by the noise of the short fight.
"How did you trace me here?"
"With all due respect, tracking a stacked red headed martial artist
across China to Japan is not really all that hard."
He snorted at that.
"Actually, the crazy guy who pulled me out of the pool told me that the
person whose body I at times wear."
He snorted again, presumably at my attempt at delicacy.
"Please. how is it that this body is so good at fighting. It reacts
before I can think. it also is not very popular."
Everyone was staring at me, mostly and Ranma, some, as I continued. "I
spent a lot of time in this body. It a lot safer being a man than a
girl if you are crossing china alone."
The other girl who had shown up was smart, she didn't ask why a lone
girl was in back country of china. I would have hated to start off
lying to them too early. instead she asked, "Not popular?"
"Yeah, the Abbot of the Wudong Monastery threw a dead cat at me."
Ranma shuddered.
"And a number of shop owners demanded payment. I worked some of it off
and the rest, I'll send them."
Now he was definitely smiling, "How many of them died of the shock?"
there was a brief pause, then, "When I buried my father, there was a
postal card in his pocket, addressed here. Tendo-san said I was to
marry one
of
daughters. Do you know anything about it?"
I shook my head, "No, I seem to have some of the reflexes that your
father had, none of the memories."
end part one
In "The Pool of the Drowned Sensei, or Food in Mouth disease
"Ranma and Tomoe/Genma dine, Tomoe meets a nice boy at school,
and oh, he's a cook too, Kuno falls in love. Nabiki and Kuno do
a business lunch
I've got all my active fics on my laptop, but progress will be sporadic.