Quoting Gallagher Peter <pikablu116@yahoo.com>:

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To be a Tomboy
By: Ellf
Chapter One: The Outer Senshi
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Within a traditional martial arts dojo several wedding
decorations laid ruined around it.  

The sentence is internally contradictory.  Are they within it, 
or around it?  Also opening with the scenery is weak.  I'd
suggest starting with Ranma.   

Lying on the

ground was an unconscious fair red-headed girl with
her hair in a pigtail.  

"Floor" not "ground".  Now, there's a substantial school of 
opposition to Ranma-as-a-redhead, given that Ranma's female
form is pretty obviously not red-headed in the manga, but
for a Sailor Moon crossover, I think Ranma as a red-head
works.  After all, Usagi and Minako are blondes.  

She was wearing a white tuxedo

that seemed to be too large for her and shoes that
were two sizes too big.  She moaned in her nothingness
and slowly moved her arms.  Clearly her dreams were
troubled.  This girl was none other than Saotome
Ranma.

Suddenly, her eyes shot open, and she bounded to her
feet.  She held her head and moaned again. 

�What hit me? Oh, right a Happo Dai Karin.  Why can�t
those idiots ever leave us alone?�

Ranma slowly walked around the dojo, pausing to glance
at the carnage left in the wedding attempt�s wake. 

Now you see you can describe at this point the scattered
wedding decorations (and presumably folding chairs).  It
will flow naturally here.  

She passed close to the destroyed wedding cake and
sighed.

�That was supposed ta be mine and Akane�s, but it had
ta be ruined by all o� them.�

Ranma passed by an empty cask lying on the ground. 
She picked it up and examined it closely; Ranma turned
the cask so that the top would be above her, nary a
drop came out of it.  She threw it to the ground and
it crashed and broke apart into bits.  The label came
off of it, and could easily be read.  It said:
�Nannichuan.�

�My cure, at least it was supposed ta be.  Now I�ll
never know if it woulda worked or not.  Mousse, Ryoga,
even Oyaji, they all were fightin� over that cask.  If
only they woulda known that I was gonna share it. 
Maybe it�s for the best; I�m not that disappointed
about losing my cure.  

Yeah.  Sure.  Whatever.  It might be even be true on
a subconscious level, but I don't think Ranma would 
ever admit it.  


The curse even helped me out a

bit at times.�

Ranma passed by a scorch mark on the floor.  She
sighed as she remembered how it got there.

�Aiyah! Shampoo exploding food miss Akane!� The purple
haired Amazon exclaimed.  The brown haired chef
reached in her bag.

�Just you wait Ranchan; I�ve got some more Special
okonomiyaki for you!�

And then the Kunos showed up and Happosai drank her
cure and�  Ranma shook her head to get the images out
of it.  Why had their parents set up the wedding so
soon after they got back from China?

��s not like I love the kawaiikune otemba anyways�
Erm� maybe it is.  I still never said it.�

Ranma remembered back to what happened in China.

He held her in his arms, she was so cold.  Her eyes
were closed as he put her in the magic water, the
water that was supposed to return her to life.  He
lifted her up, tears were in his face.  

�Come back Akane! I never got to tell you�� and then
her eyes were open.  She muttered softly, �Ranma no
baka�� before passing out again.  Ranma knew that she
would live.

Back in the dojo Ranma shook her head to clear the
images from it once more.  She slowly walks to the
center of the dojo and begins to do katas.  As she
goes faster and faster more images float through her
head.

You've switched to the present tense.  Don't do that.  

�Akane is my fianc�e, touch her and I�ll kill you!�

�I like you the way you are Ranma.�

�Hi, I�m Akane, want to be friends?�

The katas went faster and faster as the images became
more intense.

�Maybe next time we can do it with the tape off.�

�Ranma, did you really mean that?�

Akane smiling.

Akane smiling

Damn, she�s smiling again.

Ranma broke off her katas and punched the ground as
hard as she could, cracking the boards in a thirty
foot radius circle around the center.

�I do love her. I just can�t seem to tell her.  Why is
that?�

Ranma began to bang her head upon the wall of the
dojo.  With each hit, she cried out �Why?�

Finally she hit her head so hard that a hole formed in
the wall of the dojo and she screamed, �WHY?�  She
collapsed to the ground, tears pooling at the edge of
her eyes, and she cried out.

�Why can�t I say it?�

�Say what, Ranma-kun?�  Standing at the door to the
dojo was Kasumi, the ever-peaceful elder sister of
Akane.  Ranma looked up at her from the ground and
quickly wiped the tears from her own eyes.

�N-n-nothing Kasumi.�  Kasumi knew something had to be
wrong with Ranma; she never came this close to crying.
 Except around cats.  Cute little kitty cats, how
could anyone be afraid of them?  Genma-ojisan went too
far in training Ranma in that technique.  Wait Ranma
looked hurt now.

�Ranma-kun are you alright?�

��m fine Kasumi.  Don�t worry about me.  How�s Akane
doing?�  Kasumi was glad that Ranma was asking about
Akane, maybe this engagement would work out between
them after all.  Kasumi smiled at Ranma, he was such a
nice boy, perfect for her sister.  That, and he was
half-girl.

�Akane�s fine.  She�s in her room right now; would you
like me to get her for you?�

�Nah, Kasumi, I�ve gotta go up there anyways.  Time
for me to face the music.�

�Alright, I�ll just go make you some dinner then.� 
Kasumi headed off in the direction of the kitchen
while Ranma moseyed her way into the house and up the
stairs.  She walked down the hallway and stopped in
front of the door with the duck nameplate on it, the
one that read �Akane� in English lettering.

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A black-haired girl dressed in a Western style wedding
dress laid upon a cushy bed with tears running down
her face.  She repeatedly hit her pillow one blow
after another.  Why did they have to come?  Why
couldn�t they leave her with Ranma in peace?  Akane
continued to hit the pillow.  They had to show up and
ruin the one day where everything was supposed to go
right, and they hurt her Ranma.

�When did he become my Ranma?�

She was so scared, she came so close to dying, but
then she heard him call her name.  She had to come
back; she wanted to come back, for his sake.  She
loved him, and she could feel that he loved her. 
Besides, something told her she wasn�t done with life
yet.

�Oh, right. Then.�

She sat up on her bed and gazed at the photograph on
her side table.  She had kept the picture frame that
he gave her the Christmas before.  Unfortunately, the
only picture that they had with her and Ranma together
didn�t even have her close to him.  He was standing
next to Ukyo and Shampoo.  Her eyes welled up with
tears again.

�How could he love me anyways?  I�m just an uncute,
sexless tomboy anyways, but� I know he said it��

She had arrived carried on the back of a panda.  Akane
couldn�t help but feel sorry for the girl; she looked
so afraid.  She fought off the odd feeling of
attraction to the girl and walked up to her.

�Hi, I�m Akane, want to be friends?�

Her heart fluttered as the redhead nodded.

�Oh� Ranma, forgive me� I�ve been such a fool.�

Akane started to sob once more.  She couldn�t figure
out why her feelings felt stronger when she was around
the female Ranma rather than the male Ranma.  

<wince>  Oh joy, Akane's a lesbian.  

Though,

no matter what form she was in, Ranma was Ranma.

�He, Ranma�s a boy, not a girl, but I can�t help
thinking of her as a girl rather than a boy.  Every
time I picture Ranma in my head, she�s Onna-Ranma, but
sometimes it�s Otoko-Ranma as well.  Only sometimes.�

OK, maybe it's an accurate depiction of muddled thinking,
but I still don't like the internal contradiction.

Something like, "Why is it every time I picture Ranma, she's
a girl?  Well, most of the time."

Akane�s musings were interrupted by a knocking on her
room�s door.  A cute female voice came from outside of
the door.

�Akane? Are you alright?  It�s me, Ranma.�

�Ranma?  No, I�m not alright; I want you to come in
here you oblivious baka.�

�I�ll be fine Ranma.  I just wish that��

�I know �kane, I know.  They shouldn�ta come.  You
sure you�re alright?�

Akane wanted to open the door and glomp onto Ranma
herself and show her that she loved her.  However,
Akane forced that urge down; she strained herself to
be calm.

�I�m sure Ranma.  I�ll be fine.�

�Can I come in?�

�Yes! Please do come in Ranma!  I want you in here; I
want to see you, to cry on your shoulder, to hug you,
to show you my love.�

�I said I�m fine Ranma, you don�t need to come in
here.  You should go take a bath, I�m sure you need to
wash off and change your clothes.  Those bombs did a
lot of damage.�

Outside the door, Ranma sighed.  She wanted to comfort
Akane, but she knew that her fianc�e was right.  

�If you�re certain Akane.�

Inside the room, Akane had tears running down her face
as she struggled to keep herself calm and to keep
herself from opening the door.

�I am, Ranma.  Now go take your bath.�

�Alright� Akane�chan��

Akane�s heart quivered in her chest.

�He called me Akane-chan�

A smile plastered itself across her face as she sighed
a loving sigh.

Meanwhile, in the hallway, Ranma made her way to the
furohide for her bath.  

Furohide?  

Ranma took off her clothes in

the changing room; she heated up the water in the furo
and filled up her water bucket.  Once it was full,
Ranma dumped the water bucket on her and washed
herself off.  She then laid her body down in the now
warm furo and felt the change overcome her.  Her body
grew a few inches, Ranma�s hair changed from red to
black, and she became a he.  He leaned further back in
the furo and stretched out his body.

�Figures that Akane would be mad.  She usually is; at
least this time her rage isn�t towards me.  

Figures that Akane would be mad, she usually is.  At 
least this time she isn't blaming me.  

Oyaji is

going to get a beating because of this; he arranged
the wedding and then helped to ruin it.�

Ranma rose from the furo and toweled his body off.  He
put on his normal clothing and headed outside.  He
looked up at the roof of the house and nodded. Ranma
bent his knees a little, tensed the muscles in his
legs, and vaulted to the roof.  He laid down and began
to think.

�Why�d they have ta do that?  Not that I wanted to get
married to that tomboy anyways, but still�  They
shouldn�ta come ta ruin a wedding.  Especially if they
were invited guests. Though, it kinda was stupid to
put them on the guest list.  Damn Oyaji. Damn Ryoga.
Damn Mousse. Damn Shampoo. Damn Ukyo. Damn Happosai. 
They all helped to ruin what was supposed ta be the
happiest day of my life.  Not that I wanted it.�

Ranma grumbled a bit before continuing.  �Knocking me
out to put me in a tuxedo�  Ridiculous.  Oyaji and
Tendo-san really screwed up this time.  I went ta see
Akane hopin� she�d be alright, and damn, she was
better than alright.  �m glad Akane wasn�t hurt ta be
put in that Western wedding dress.  I swear my eyes
were bugging right out of my head at how good that
�uncute tomboy� looked in that dress.  Then she tells
me �bout the Nannichuan.  I go out to find it and what
happens? The bakas go to town on me and try ta hurt
Akane in the process.

�I don�t mind them attacking me, but if they�da harmed
one hair on Akane�s head�  I probably woulda snapped. 
They�d all get a taste of what I did to Saffron. 
Hell, Happosai may still get a taste.�

Ranma gazed up at the night sky and sighed.  �I guess
I do wanna marry Akane after all.  I l..l..lo� damn
it!  I know how I feel about her! She means the world
to me.  I KILLED for her!  I killed a fucking godling
to save her life.  Ya think the bakas would get a
clue.  I KILLED to save Akane! That alone should say
something about how I feel about her.  I would
willingly sacrifice my life for hers.  I love her, and
she� she probably hates me.  I�ve been such a jerk.�

Ranma cocked his head up as a gasp sounded from behind
him.  He turned around to see Akane, dressed in her
pajamas up on the roof with him.

�I don�t hate you Ranma.  After what you�ve done for
me, I could never hate you.  Quite the opposite
actually.  Honestly, why would you think I hate you?�

�Because I�m a loudmouth jerk, I�m arrogant and a
�womanizer� and-�

�And thoughtful, and honorable, and an all around
great person.  

Thoughful?  

Sure you may be arrogant, but with

Genma-ojisan as your father, you kinda would have to
be.  As for the �womanizer� part�  I�m not gonna share
you with anyone else.  You are mine Ranma Saotome. 
Today may not be the day where we get married, but one
day we will.�

Ranma smiled at that and unconsciously agreed.  They
would get married someday, a day when they were ready.
 Akane laid down next to him, and they continued to
talk about their future and about each other.  This
was the first time the two were able to speak with
each other without anyone interrupting them, and oddly
enough, Ranma did not stick his foot in his mouth at
all, nor did Akane lose her temper.  If one looked
closely enough, one could see the faint outline of the
sign of Neptune glowing on Akane�s forehead, and the
sign of Uranus, just as faint on Ranma�s forehead.  As
the pair fell asleep, they instinctively snuggled up
to one another, and yes, they did fall asleep on the
roof.

************************************************************************

Sailor Pluto smiled as she watched the scene in the
Gates of Time.  It would be best to let the two of
them come together on their own rather than forcing it
upon them, though soon it would be time for them to
awaken as Senshi, for the two would be needed in the
upcoming battle.  It was odd that Uranus was reborn as
a man, but then, she always was the more masculine of
the pair.  All it took was a little meddling; a
dropping of a manual of training grounds, and Ranma
would be able to rise to his/her full potential.  Now
it was time to get working on writing the fake
records, and to make sure that she showed up at the
right time tomorrow night.
************************************************************************

The sun rose over the Tendo household the following
morning, and on the roof the sleeping forms of Ranma
and Akane began to stir quietly.  First Ranma began to
awake from his deep slumber.  His eyes widened as he
saw where he was.

�Shit, I�m next to Akane!  How�d I get here?  She�s
going to murder me when she finds out!  Damn, but she
looks kawaii while she�s asleep.  I�m screwed; I�m
completely and totally screwed.  Might as well enjoy
it while I can.�

Akane began to stir.  As her eyes opened they locked
directly upon Ranma�s.  Ranma couldn�t help himself at
all.  He spoke with a tone of awe in his voice.

�Good morning, kawaii-chan.�

Pardon me.

<RALPH>

Okay.  

At first Akane began to well up with rage, but then
she caught the words that left Ranma�s mouth; her
anger popped out of existence like a bubble.  She
smiled and her eyes lit up with joy.

�Good morning, baka-chan.�

Ranma stretched as Akane left the comfort of his arms.

�Looks like we fell asleep on the roof, Ranma.�

Ranma blinked and looked around.  He rose to a sitting
position and nodded.

�I guess you�re right, Akane.  Need any help getting
down?�

Akane nodded and replied, �Someone took the ladder
away.�

Akane can get onto and off the roof.  She's done it a few
times.  

Ranma scooped his fianc�e up into his arms and smiled
in her face.  He walked to the edge of the roof to
judge the distance, and simply sprung from the roof
onto the ground, keeping Akane in his arms the whole
time.  He carefully placed Akane down from his arms
onto her feet.

�Y�know Akane, I think I�m gonna use the dojo for a
while.�

�I�m coming with you Ranma.�

As the two headed for the dojo, they noticed that it
was a lot cleaner than it was the day before after the
disaster of their wedding had finished.  Obviously
Kasumi had gone through there and cleaned up the
place.  Ranma walked to the center of the dojo and
began to stretch.  Akane, somehow now clothed in her
gi and headband also began to stretch.  After Ranma
finished stretching, he began performing an intricate
kata.  Akane gazed on with awe; it was like watching a
dance, a violent dance, but a dance nonetheless.  She
stood there, speechless while watching her fianc�.  As
Ranma�s kata came to a conclusion, he wiped the sweat
off of his brow and glanced at his frozen iinazukee. 
He waved his hand in front of her face.

�Yo, you awake �kane?� 

Akane blinked� �Huh..? Wha..?�  A line of drool leaked
out the side of her mouth.  She blinked again, wiped
it off and began to blush.  Ranma began to snicker,
and Akane�s face began to redden more, but this time
from anger.

�RANMA!�

 Ranma began to back slowly away from Akane. 
�S-s-sorry Akane� it�s just the image of you that
clueless��

Akane reddened even more and then� began to giggle. 
�I guess you�re right Ranma, I probably did look
pretty stupid.� She caught her breath. �But, if you
laugh at me again��  She let that statement hang as
she slowly pulled out her mallet, 

The mallet's fine for broad comedy scenes.  Is that
the feel you are going for here?  

dubiously named

mallet-sama by several fanfiction authors, thus that
term will be used here, even if it is not the official
name for it.  Mallet-sama easily punctuated her point
as Ranma gulped and nodded.

�Good.  Now, I should start practicing too.�  Akane
smiled at Ranma, obviously very happy with him.  The
smile, as always, made Ranma�s heart skip a few beats.
 This was the girl that he was going to marry, and no
one could change his mind about it.  Not the Amazons,
not Ukyo, not his father, not even his mother would
change his decision.  The only problem is that his
father would agree with his decision.  Oh well, even
Ranma Saotome can�t win them all.  Akane decided that
she�d do some of the kata that she had learned when
she was little, to work on the basics a bit.   Ranma
stood off to the side and watched.  Akane knew the
basics alright, but her movements were too jerky� too�
forced one could say.  He walked over to the fire pail
that was conveniently located at the dojo�s door and
upended its contents over his head.  She had to be a
girl to show Akane what was going wrong with her kata.
 Akane drew to the conclusion of her form and glanced
at her fianc�.

�Well?�

�Very nice, Akane� But, you need to relax a little bit
more.  Your movements were too jerky.  They seemed
like you were forcing them, not letting them flow. 
This is what you looked like.�

Ranma did the first few movements of the kata in slow
motion, attempting to perform every nuance that Akane
did in hers.

�I�m not trying to make fun of you or anything;
technically that was a very good performance of the
kata, 

Obviously that isn't true.  I don't think Ranma should lie
for politeness's sake.  Because there is nothing more unlike
Ranma than mincing words to spare someone's feelings.  

but I think you wanted to do it like this.�

Ranma began her kata again, this time the movements
seemed to flow through each other like water would
flow down a river or like air would blow across the
water.  Akane gasped as she realized Ranma was right. 
She almost began to daze off as she watched her
currently female fianc� perform the kata with such
grace, but she forced herself to pay attention to her
fianc�s beautiful body and watch how she performed
the kata that Akane herself was supposed to perform.

�Now you try, Akane, and remember, relax.�  Ranma
stood off to the side again as she watched her fianc�e
perform the kata again.  This time the movements were
less forced, but they still carried the feeling of not
being calm.

�Better Akane, but you still seem disturbed.  You need
to calm yourself down.�

�I know what would calm me down.� Akane said as she
approached Ranma.  She got up close to her face. 
Ranma started to become a bit flustered.

�W-w-what w-would that be, A-akane?�

Akane�s voice dropped down to a whisper.  �This would,
baka��  She grabbed the smaller girl�s head and began
to kiss her furiously.  Their auras mixed together and
a flash of light filled the room for a second, and
suddenly it wasn�t a black-haired girl kissing a
red-head, but a blue-green haired girl kissing a
taller, blonde-haired girl that looked almost like a
boy.  

I find that peculiar.  After all, the other sailor moon
characters apparently look like their Silver Millenium 
selves.  Rather than have Ranma be Haruka, when he obviously
isn't either in shape or personality, why not have him 
replace Haruka, so that instead of SM's Uranus being a tall 
blonde, she was a short red-head?  

Or...contrariwise it might have been interesting if Ranma
turned into a girl with green hair...

�Hai, sensei.�  Ranma went and served his sentence. 
When he returned to his seat, rather than falling
asleep as he usually did, he made a conscious effort
to stay awake for the lesson.  

Why?  

�Well, lessee here, Akane, we got a few muggers.�

�It seems we do, Ranma.  Shall we show them what
Martial Artists do to those who pick on the weak?�

Don't capitalise "martial artist".  

�To prevent the saving of a life, this is something I
cannot allow.� Muttered Ranma.  �Mouko Takabisha!� 

Oh come on!  Even Haruka doesn't talk like that.  

Two words seemed to echo throughout the alley, no
matter how quiet they were said.  Those words were
�Dead Scream.�

A bolt of energy struck the Daimon, knocking her into
the alley�s back wall.  The Daimon groaned.  �Look at
all the pretty colors��

Ranma struggled to his feet and over to the heart
crystal.  He put his hand on it and pushed it into the
body of the unconscious woman.  Shortly afterwards,
the woman woke up.  �Thank you.�

...for groping me.

Well, that is what it would seem like to her.  She just
passes out and finds this guy with his hand on her chest,
right?  

Frankly having their first rescuee be a random passerby
isn't faithful to the Sailor Moon genre, though.  The test
subject should have been Kodachi or Nabiki, (or for that matter
Kasumi if it was a pure heart you were looking for.)

Ranma groaned.  �Don�t thank me yet, now Run!�

From behind him, he heard a voice confirming his
order.  �Yes Girl, run.�  The voice came from a woman
with green hair, holding a staff.  The woman had
crimson eyes and was dressed in a Seifuku just as the
Sailor Senshi were.  The other woman, whom he had
saved ran off.

Sailor Pluto was busy helping Akane regain her
footing.

�Not that I mind, but why did you save us, miss?�

�Because it needed to be done.�

Ranma and Akane arched their eyebrows at that. 
Suddenly they heard stirring from the back of the
alley.  Trashcia still lived!  Pluto�s eyes narrowed.

�Quickly you two, take these rods, raise them above
your head and say the first thing that comes into your
mind!�  

"You are so uncute!"

"Ranma you jerk!"

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