Another good chapter. Maybe I'm beginning to see where you're going
with this, though either way the ride is pleasant enough.

C&C may be disregarded as you see fit, of course. 

         Laughing harder, Shinobu put her hand over her mouth to
avoid spitting at Ranma, and glanced at her reflection in the
mirror. As Ranma's announcement had suggested, her mouth was neatly
ringed with foamy bubbles of toothpaste. Drawing in a breath to
laugh again, she choked on her toothbrush, and sat down heavily,
trying to breathe, as everything faded....

         ...only to return a half-second later.

She must be taking lessons from Mutsumi. :)

         Right," the man mumbled, producing his notebook and pen.
"'Do not laugh and brush teeth at the same time. It can be
dangerous.'"

         "Oe-san?" Shinobu asked, unable to resist giggling again
despite the embarrassment. "You need to write that down?"

Ranma: Of course! This is a Golden Boy crossover, after all.

         "What?" Motoko asked, one arm tightening about Shinobu,
and the other dropping to her sword.

         Shinobu, realizing where she was, began to whimper, "Help!
Save me, Oe-san! Motoko, I'm not like you!"

         Motoko released the girl, scowling. "It's not like that!
I'm trying to save you from the perversions of men!"

         "That only makes it sound worse!" Shinobu protested,
running to hide behind Mitsune.

I'm beginning to wonder if Shinobu got ahold of some strange
mushrooms at the local market.

         Motoko held her sword in a ready position, her knees
shaking slightly, and her eyes wide with shock. 

Is Happosai wearing a turtle mask or something?

Ranma crouched before her,
one hand on the earth, the other held parallel to the ground at his
side. "Oe," Motoko said softly, taking a staggering step backwards.
"What... what have you done?"

         Ranma growled, reaching into his shirt, pulling out a
frilly
black lace bra, and throwing it to the ground. "Saving you a lot of
trouble," he spat. "Now stay out of the way, little girl. This is
_my_ fight."

Happosai would be in for a suprise if he tried for Motoko's bra,
since she doesn't wear one. She binds her chest mummy style with a
strip of cloth.

         The old man leapt upward, narrowly dodging the ball of
force, which shot past him and slammed into the bundle that
Happosai
had left on the ground. There was a quiet, muffled explosion, and
the bag detonated, scattering burning panties and bras across the
battlefield. "My... my... my pretties!" Happosai shrieked in
horror.

         "Yours?" Mitsune asked under her breath. "I think those
are _ours_!"

         "None of mine!" Suu said cheerfully, until one of the
garments suddenly exploded with enough force to knock Shinobu and
Mitsune to their feet. "Well, maybe one," she allowed, shrugging.

That one would be Suu's, yes. ;)

         "Do you want to talk about it?" Mitsune asked quietly.

Why does Kitsune always end up playing shrink?

         "I know what I'm doing," Suu assured, a heartbeat before
she
slipped at the edge of one roof. An ancient shingle, coated on both
sides with a thick layer of moss, shot out from beneath the girl's
foot, caroming across the street, and leaving the girl to fall,
rear-end first. A hapless man broke her fall as he wandered down
the street, looking up in time to catch a face full of Suu's skirt
before he was slammed into the ground.

         Suu sat still, perched on the man's face and blinking in
surprise, while Shinobu ran up to investigate. "Auuugh! Kaora, are
you okay? You need to get up, you've crushed someone!"

         The man struggled to rise, and Suu shifted her position,
clinging to the man as he sat up. "Huh?" he asked, blinking, and
adjusting his spectacles.

         "Ah! Urashima-sempai!" Shinobu cheered, relieved. "It's
you! For a moment I was afraid someone might have gotten hurt!"

Hehe. Reminds me of one of Motoko's lines from the manga, there.

         The flow of Naru's words melded into a low distressed
mumble, of which Mitsune paid only partial attention to, most of
her thoughts instead centering around the outfit that had seemed to
stun Ranma. "... and I'm afraid to let anyone know how badly I did 
on the practice tests," the woman concluded sadly. "What should I 
do?"

         "Eh?" Mitsune managed, blinking at her friend. "You think
Keitaro did better than you?"

         "Even Keitaro has to score higher than zero," Naru
mourned.

         "Zero?" Mitsune asked, offering Naru her most sympathetic
look. "Is that bad?"

         Naru shook her head, sighing. "It's really bad," she
mumbled. "Really really really bad."

What was distracting Naru during the test? Did I miss something? 

         "It would seem as though something is amiss," the woman
mused quietly. "Allow me to introduce myself -- my name is Aoyama
Tsuroko."

Tsuroko : Tsuruko

         A woman eerily similar to Motoko stepped out from behind
the
girl. "It's been so long!" she enthused, rushing him while he was
trapped, and hugging him tightly, his face pressed into her bosom.
"Ranma! How are you doing?"

         "Can't... breathe," he wheezed, until the woman loosened
her grip on him. "Um, it's been a while, Tsuroko-sensei."

Um, Tsuruko binds her chest like Motoko does. Unless she's just
crushing him that tightly?

My main problem with this scene is that this is the most emotionally
conservative person in the entire manga. Why is Tsuruko so overtly
affectionate?

         "Ranma," she said sternly, pouting. "Is that any way to
address me?"

         "Er... sorry, Tsuroko-chan?" Ranma hazarded, smiling
nervously.

         "Much better!" the woman enthused. "Tell me, Ranma,
where-- rather, how is your brother?"

That's vintage Tsuruko, though. :)


Nice read, I enjoyed it. I'll be looking forward to the next chapter!

Brian W.

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