Part 6: "Everybody Loves Ranma"
Blink. "You...want to be a woman?"
Nervous: "Yes."
"How very strange. So...you're not a woman now?"
"No." Embarrassment.
Nod. "I...uh, I see. Well, ma'a...I mean, sir, we do
still have some Spring of Drowned Girl water set aside,
but..."
"How much, sir?"
Puzzled look. "Oh, we've never charged for the water. But
look, I ought to tell you beforehand, there's no Spring of
Drowned Man water left to cure you if you should decide
later you don't like your curse. I should warn you, sir,
I've never met anyone who says that they enjoy this
curse..."
"I see."
"Well...I'll fetch you a cask of the water, sir. Sir, we
do have several other waters you may be interested in, such
as the Spring of Drowned Valley Girl and the Spring of
Drowned Drunken Nun."
Baffled look. "Pardon me, but...what is a 'valley girl?'"
"Never mind, sir. It's one of those tragic stories that,
upon closer inspection, is not quite so tragic after all."
"Uh...I see..."
"The Communist government wanted some of the personality-
modification waters for scientific experiments, you see,
sir. I have quite a number of different waters set aside.
Spring of Drowned Fat Chick. Spring of Drowned Cosmetics
Saleswoman. Drowned Obnoxious Three-Year-Old Girl.
Drowned Depressed, Cynical Girl. Drowned Really, Really,
Really, Ridiculously Good-Looking Blonde. I've never
actually seen that last one in action, come to think of it.
I wonder if it's different from the Valley Girl water."
"Huh?"
"Any particular one you want, sir?"
Hesitation. "I, uh...well, could you maybe just...give me
samples of them all, and I could decide later?"
It never occurred to either of them that this might be a
really bad idea.
-*-
Ryoga lay in the hospital bed and thought.
She was in girl form, as she had been for the entire week
she'd spent in this place. It had begun to rain as they
had taken her here, and it raised fewer questions if she
simply remained female. The hospital beds were also quite
small, and she gave a small bit of thanks for her
significantly reduced bulk as a girl.
She looked down at her hands, flexed them. The pain had
mostly left her wounded arm, and the gaping hole that the
hydralisk's needle spine had left in her shoulder was
entirely gone, leaving only a strangely shaped scar, like
an inverted teardrop. The doctors told her that her left
arm would always be a little stiff, but she knew better.
They had told her it would take months for the wound itself
to heal, and she had mended in little under a week. She
flexed her hands, focused her ki, breathed. She would heal.
Her hands were large, and very muscular for a girl. She
wondered about that. Ranma's girl form had been the
picture of cute petiteness, but her own transformation was
quite different. Ryoga was only a half-inch shorter as a
girl, and, in place of Ranma's soft, slender body, hers was
long, limber, wiry. She had looked at herself in the
mirror many times since entering this place, and was
mesmerized and puzzled by the girl she saw there. Though
her hair stayed raven-black, she noticed that her eyes
lightened considerably; they had become a rusty, golden
brown, almost orange when the light glinted off them. She
liked her eyes. She was not unattractive, she had decided,
and her face was pretty enough, if a bit angular, but she
was never going to be beautiful. She supposed that was
probably for the best. She nearly gave herself a nosebleed
looking at her own bust as it was; she shuddered to think
what might happen if her body had been built like Ranma's.
Akari had not come.
Akane had been by once, with Ranma, two days after the
battered troupe had dropped her off at this place. She had
meant well, but Ryoga could not bring herself to do
anything other than stare at the two of them, wondering
about what Ranma had cried during the battle. He had just
been trying to drag her down enough to pull off the perfect
Shishi Houkoudan, she knew (and Ranma had somewhat
tactlessly told her this over and over again in the
aftermath of the battle, in Akane's full hearing range),
but...she had stared, wondered. She saw it, in between the
half-serious bickering that marked their strange
relationship, just as she'd seen the day Ranma fought the
Orochi, the day they had come back from Horaisan, the day
that Ranma had wept over Akane's lifeless body in the
shadow of Phoenix Mountain...
She wondered if Jim Raynor was alive. Ranma had told her
that the man's strange scheme to leave the Earth had
apparently succeeded, and he had returned to...wherever he
had come from. He'd never really had any time to explain
who he was, or what those demons, those 'Zerg,' that he
fought were. But she had come to like him, in a strange
way, and she hoped he was alive. After watching him fight,
with his massive suit of armor and two four-foot-long guns
blazing, she had a hard time thinking that something
could've really killed him.
She wondered if Mojo was alive. There was something about
the diminuitive Protoss that she had liked, as well. She
really wished she had had the chance to ask him about the
attack he had used against the Zerg. 'Psi storm.' She had
never seen a single attack with that much raw power behind
it.
Ukyou had come by once, as well. That had surprised her.
In spite of her...coloration change, she was obviously
still the same Ukyou, but there was something oddly distant
about her. Ryoga had looked into her luminous silver-gold
eyes, and had seen something not entirely human there.
That scared her. And she remembered quite well watching
Ukyou move during their fight with the Zerg...she had seen
Ukyou fight before, and whatever had changed, whatever had
taken her place was far different, and vastly more
dangerous.
But she had been cheerful enough for all that, and had
brought a hearty stack of okonomiyaki to lighten Ryoga's
spirits. They had spoken briefly, of nothing in particular,
and she had taken her leave, her strange, somehow almost
metallic gray-green hair trailing behind her as she
walked...
Even Cologne had been by, Shampoo in tow, later the same
day that Ukyou visited. Evidently the main reason for her
visit was to shower Ryoga with insults for leaving her
behind on the mountain. Ryoga had endured it silently, and
soon enough, the ancient Amazon was gone.
Ryoga frowned. Stupid old woman. She had lied to get her
into this mess, and showed an annoying lack of gratitude.
They _had_ left her on the mountain, sure...but they had
managed to stop Mousse, hadn't they?
But Akari had not come. She had asked Akane to send word
to Akari that her sort-of boyfriend had finally come back -
- well, she had really asked Ranma, too, but she had put
her faith in Akane -- and she refused to believe that Akane
had forgotten. But days passed, and Ryoga lay in bed,
focusing her ki, and Akari had not come.
_Maybe she just wasn't home when Akane called,_ she
reflected, for perhaps the thirtieth time that day.
_Akane'll try again. She'll come. She'll be here..._
But the day wore on, and the sky grew dark, and Akari did
not come.
The next morning, the stiffness in her shoulder had
dwindled to a quiet ache, and she checked out of the
hospital.
-*-
Pantyhose Tarou was livid when informed that neither the
Springs of Drowned Asura nor Drowned Virtuous Man had been
preserved.
"I'm very sorry, sir," the Guide said, in his perfunctory
tone.
Tarou sneered. "Sure you are. I think you're just lying
to me, you old..." He grasped about for an insult. He
normally was pretty good at coming up with insults, but
lately, after his latest failure to have a new name
bestowed upon him, all of his insults somehow involved
women's undergarments. "You old garter belt!"
Damn. That one wasn't so hot.
"Never mind that!" he continued, scowling. "Look, I want
some water that will change a very evil old man into
someone more...pliable. Surely you have _something_ here
that can help me."
The Guide thought about that for a moment. He rummaged
through a nearby cabinet. "Well, let me see here, I've
got...Spring of Drowned Psychotic Maniac, Spring of...hmm,
here's some Spring of Drowned Asshole water, I thought I
was all out of that." He pulled out a small glass bottle
and swirled its contents around curiously.
Tarou stared at the water, his mind churning.
_Drowned...Asshole water? That would never work...would
it?_ He frowned. He remembered the last time he'd tried
to force a new name out of the old wretch. The main reason
he'd refused seemed to actually be that he considered
'Pantyhose Tarou' to be a wonderful name. _Maybe if I
turned him into an asshole...he'd want to take away such a
wonderful name?_
That was a thought.
"Let me see that water," he commanded. The Guide jumped to
obey, tripped, and promptly shattered the glass bottle over
Tarou's head as he tried to catch his balance.
"Aieee!" the Guide looked horrified. "I'm sorry, sir!
Please don't-!"
"Hmm." Tarou looked down at himself. "I don't feel any
different."
"R-really?" the Guide said, startled.
Tarou shrugged. "I guess that water's a dud, huh?"
The Guide was looking at him in fascination. "Sir, could
it truly be...you're such an incredible asshole already,
that the water has _no effect_??"
Tarou scowled. "Don't test me, you...lousy
brassiere...shit." He coughed, then a look of sudden
horror crossed his effeminate features. "NO!"
"Sir...?"
Tarou cast about frantically for a bucket of water.
"Water...I need water!" he barked. "Cold water! Right
now!"
The Guide handed him a flask of plain cold water, which he
promptly upended on himself.
Tarou stared down at his soaked, very human body in utter
horror.
"You ok, sir...?"
"I'm cured." Tarou looked stricken. "I'm CURED!!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!"
His agonized scream reverberated throughout the valley.
-*-
Ranma, although vaguely pleased that he had managed to turn
his horrid curse into a weapon of sorts, was still
extremely unhappy about his current situation, and he
dwelled on it extensively as he and Akane walked to school.
Akane, evidently, was having similar thoughts. "Ranma."
He sighed. "Akane?"
"I've decided. I'll go to Jusenkyo with you."
He grinned at her. "Good."
They both tried very hard not to think about what was
_really_ bothering them.
-*-
Ryoga initially had some vague intention of finding Akari's
farm, but, as she passed the same block in Nerima for the
fifth time, it was becoming clear that that wasn't going to
happen. The massive amounts of destruction the Zerg had
caused throughout the district, including the almost total
annihilation of the downtown area, had ruined what little
bearing she might have gotten from familiarity with the
area.
The sixth time she passed in front of the Ucchan, the
mouth-watering scent became unbearable, and she entered the
restaurant, dreaming of more free food.
There were no customers inside, and the lights were the
'get-the-hell-out-already' harsh fluorescent of bars and
restaurants after closing time. Ukyou stood, bathed in the
white light, behind her grill, cleaning it mechanically.
Ryoga heard soft footsteps behind her, and turned. "Lady
Ukyou...?" a soft, effeminate voice said. The speaker was
a strikingly pretty girl dressed in ninja's garb. She was
wearing an exceptionally large camping backpack.
Ukyou looked up at them both, her eerie silver-gold eyes
shining brighter than the harsh white light surrounding her.
"Ryoga. Konatsu." She greeted them flatly, then resumed
her cleaning. "How was China?"
Ryoga looked confused. "China...?"
Konatsu smiled slightly. "It was good, Lady Ukyou."
Ukyou spoke without inflection, without looking up from her
work. "You three should have come to see me before you set
off for China, Ryoga. Konatsu would have wanted to join
you."
"Huh?" Ryoga said brightly. She looked at Konatsu again,
suddenly remembering who this ninja was. During their
journey through China, Ranma _had_ mentioned something
about Ukyou having a crossdressing assistant... Wait.
Ryoga looked closely at the ninja. _Clearly female. Of
course...I thought Ukyou was clearly male when I first met
her, so who knows?_
Konatsu was still smiling. Ryoga noticed, with some amount
of discomfort, that she -- or he, or whatever -- had a very
pretty smile. "It's fine, Lady Ukyou. I made it there
myself."
Ryoga watched the ninja girl/guy, puzzled. "Where?"
Konatsu unslung the giant camping pack. "To Jusenkyo,
ma'am," he/she replied politely, unzipping the large
compartment of the pack and removing a small cask.
Ryoga read the characters on the side of the cask,
astonished. "Nyan...nii...chuan..." she said slowly, in
halting Chinese. She stared at the pretty ninja, wide-eyed.
"This is water from the Spring of Drowned Girl!"
"Konatsu's a man," Ukyou informed her dryly, "but not very
happy with that fact. So he took some time off from work
to fly to Jusenkyo." She looked over Konatsu, something
like amusement on her face. "So, how do you like being a
girl? Everything you hoped it would be?"
Konatsu looked embarrassed, and stared at the floor.
"I...uh...I haven't actually decided whether or not to use
it yet, Lady Ukyou. That's why I brought this back with me.
I...I hoped you might...help me decide."
Ukyou laughed. Ryoga watched her strangely; her laugh
sounded very much like it had in her cursed form, when she
had laughed at the foot of the mountain. "Konatsu, I have
to say, I'm probably the absolute _last_ person you ought
to ask for advice about this." Her eyes glittered as they
raked over Ryoga. "I wouldn't ask this 'girl,' either, if
I was you."
Ryoga frowned. "Hey..." She paused, sized up the pretty
ninja carefully. "Wait...so that means that you're a _guy_,
right now?"
Konatsu nodded.
Ryoga crumpled to the ground. "MY EYES!" she wailed,
clutching at her face frantically.
Ukyou walked calmly over to her and _whanged_ her solidly
over the head with a not-quite-so-big-ass spatula. "Grow
up, Ryoga," she grumbled.
"Did I mention that I just got out of the hospital this
morning?" Ryoga muttered, enjoying her stay on the floor.
"Konatsu," Ukyou was saying, ignoring the battered Lost
Girl completely, "keep in mind that if you use this stuff,
there's no way to get rid of the curse, since the Spring of
Drowned Man is gone."
Konatsu nodded. "Yes...I know, Lady Ukyou." He watched
her, his eyes wide and innocent. "Lady Ukyou...you've been
both a man and a woman. Kind of. I was wondering...how do
you...I mean..." he trailed off, uncertain.
Ukyou laughed again. "Do I like being a man or a woman
better? Konatsu, I was never actually a man, just...well."
She hauled Ryoga to her feet, smiling sweetly at her.
"Maybe you _should_ ask the lost girl here."
"Why, Lady Ukyou?" Konatsu asked, confused.
"I'm a guy," Ryoga offered, grinning.
"You hide it well, sir," Konatsu offered politely, in a
tone of professional respect.
Ryoga stopped grinning at that, and pointed to the cask of
water. "No...I mean, I'm a _guy_..."
Konatsu started. "Oh!" He hesitated, then began, "So...I
mean...do you..." He swallowed. "Do you like being a
girl?"
She grinned again. "Honestly, I used to be cursed to turn
into...well, something much worse. So, this doesn't really
bother me that much." She frowned. "But I'd rather be a
guy all the time, if that's what you mean."
The girly ninja sighed. "I see."
"Say, Ukyou," Ryoga said, looking around at the deserted
restaurant, "how come there's no one here? It can't be
later than one o'clock..."
"The Ucchan is not open for business today," Ukyou replied
curtly, placing her giant spatula on a table. It clanked.
"Didn't you notice the 'closed' sign on the door? I've
got...something else to attend to." She removed a small
envelope from her pocket and stared at it, her eyes blazing.
Psi energy began to coalesce around her rigid hands.
Ryoga watched her, slightly concerned. "Um...Ukyou? You
okay?"
Ukyou glared at her. "What, Ryoga? You didn't get one of
these? _Another_ one of these?"
"Uh...no," she said, wilting a bit under the naked
hostility of her not-quite-human stare. "But I've been in
the hospital..."
Ukyou threw the envelope to her. She caught it, opened
it...
INVITATION TO THE WEDDING OF AKANE TENDO AND RANMA SAOTOME.
Ryoga stared, and the words tumbled out of her mouth before
she could choke them back: "I can't believe they'd invite
you again...you helped wreck the last one!"
Ukyou snorted back a laugh. "I thought Ranma was being
dragged into it against his will. And when I got there..."
She shook her head. "Doesn't matter. Ryoga, I heard what
he said when you guys were fighting the ultralisk."
Ryoga watched her apprehensively. _Ranma,_ she thought,
_Ranma, not Ran-chan, she never calls him Ranma..._ She
didn't like where this was going one bit. There was a
gleam in Ukyou's eyes that looked strangely familiar...
Konatsu took a short step towards her, concern written
plainly on his slender, innocent face. "Lady Ukyou..."
"HE LOVES HER!" Ukyou roared, her eyes like pools of fire.
Ryoga sighed. "Ukyou...look, I-"
"HE LOVES HER!!!"
She didn't really have anything to say to that, so she just
stood there, staring dumbly.
Psi blades descended from her forearms with a soft hum.
Ryoga looked at them, oddly detached. They were different
from the psi blades she'd had in her cursed form; less
focused, somehow. It was more like a little glowing
silver-blue cloud around her fist than a blade, really...
"You've ruined my life for a second time, Ranma Saotome,"
she growled, the clouds around her fists growing brighter
and more focused. "Now, it's time for my _revenge_!"
"You know," Ryoga remarked dryly, "you remind me of...me."
Ukyou turned her burning eyes toward her, and smiled. "How
about it, sugar? What do you say we go and crush Ranma?
It'll be a fun afternoon out, I promise."
Ryoga just stared, silent.
She grinned unpleasantly. "No? Well, come along later, if
you like, I promise I'll save a little bit for you." She
winked, hoisted her battle spatula, and disappeared through
the front door, slamming it shut loudly behind her.
When Ryoga turned to look, Konatsu was gone, too.
-*-
"So, Ranma, word has it that you and Akane're tying the
knot!"
Ranma strode disspiritedly down the walkway leading up to
Furinkan High, and looked over at his friend Hiroshi, his
face burning. "Um...well, our parents are tryin' to push
us into another stupid weddin'...guess they must not've
picked up on what a disaster the last one was..."
Daisuke grinned at him. "You sayin' you don't want to
marry her, Ranma?"
Hiroshi pinched his left cheek, laughing. "Then why you so
red, Ranma? You embarrassed or something?"
Akane, who was well within earshot, glared at him. "Who
would want to marry you anyway, you jerk??"
Ranma jumped away from them, irritated. "Hey, it ain't
like tha-"
Twinge.
He sensed it above him before it hit, and twisted out of
the way of a barrage of small throwing spatulas. They
thudded dully into the ground beside him, and he looked up.
Ukyou was standing about ten feet from him, her arms
crossed in front of her.
"Hey, Ucchan..." he greeted her, happy at first, then
uncertain as he met her intense stare. "Uh...how's it
goin'?"
Ukyou smiled at him. Her eyes gleamed. "Heard you're
getting married, Ranma."
Ranma hesitated, then glared at Akane, who glared right
back. "Look, that's just-"
"Let me recap here," Ukyou said calmly, cutting him off.
She began to walk toward him, ticking off things on her
fingers. "You and your father broke your promise to take
me with you, stealing my inheritance and my father's
livelihood. This basically ruins my life. I finally find
you again, and to avoid taking your punishment, you start
playing with my heart...again." Her face was dead calm,
but her eyes were burning like miniature suns. "And then,
after twisting my whole life around to make myself the
perfect fiance for you...you love _her_." She stopped
walking. "You're marrying _her_."
"Ukyou," Akane broke in, "this whole marriage plan is our
fath-"
"Shut up," Ukyou told her curtly, removing her battle
spatula from her bandolier...and dropping it harmlessly to
the ground beside her. She cracked her knuckles, smiling.
"So, what do you say..._Ran-chan_? Ready to take your
punishment like a man?"
Ranma watched her, uncertain. "Look, Ucchan...I, uh...I'm
sorry that..."
Ukyou covered the space between them almost faster than the
eye could move, and slammed her glowing fist solidly into
Ranma's unprotected abdomen. His eyes widened in surprise
as found himself staggering backwards, and fell to one knee
to steady himself.
"You know what, Ranma?" Ukyou said conversationally,
walking towards him slowly as he pulled himself easily to
his feet. She popped her knuckles again, and her eyes were
scorching hot. "I think you're lying. I think you're not
sorry." She smiled. "But I think you _will_ be."
Ranma somehow saw the next punch coming, and slid into a
defensive stance, knocking the punch just far enough off
course that it brushed harmlessly off his forearm. He
shook his head. "Ucchan, look, I don't fight girls-"
He was cut off as the next punch came in, even harder and
faster than the first two, and landed a off-target, but
still quite painful, blow to his left temple. He slid back
further, scowling. "Don't make me hurt you, Ucchan."
Ukyou laughed. "What's this? Went from 'I don't fight
girls' to 'don't make me hurt you' so quickly?" She sunk
into a deep forward stance and clenched her fists. Psionic
tendrils coalesced around them until they glowed nearly as
bright as her eyes. "Sounds like another lie to me, _Ran-
chan_. But what's a little more shit in the bucket for
Ranma Saotome, right?"
Ranma watched her uneasily. "Ucchan..."
"FIGHT ME!!" she roared, lashing out with a vicious series
of punches. He spun and dodged, blocking and meeting her
punches with his own fists for a moment, then her inhuman
speed began to tell, and he was taking a solid hit for
every two he blocked or dodged. _This isn't working,_ he
realized, leaping high into the air, flipping, and landing
a good fifteen feet away from her.
"Lady Ukyou!"
"Ukyou!"
Ukyou turned, annoyed. "Who-?" She sighed. "Konatsu,
this is none of your business. And that goes double for
you, Ryoga."
Ranma slowly eased out of his fighting stance. "What're
you guys doin' here?"
"I am here to defend Lady Ukyou," Konatsu announced
solemnly, setting his giant backpack down and holding his
sword before him.
Ranma smirked. "Defend? I don't think she needs your help,
there, buddy. And what about you, Lost Girl? Come to help
Ucchan pound on me?"
Ryoga ignored him and rummaged hurriedly through Konatsu's
pack, pulling out a small cask of water. "Akane! This
water can-"
Konatsu turned and slashed at her with his sword. Ryoga
rolled backwards, her prize in her hands. She grinned at
him. "Sorry, but this water has more important uses now!"
Konatsu charged at her, face blazing with righteous fury.
Ryoga spun to the side, avoiding his first swipe, then
jumped backwards, barely dodging the second. She hurled
the cask of water to Akane, who snagged it easily out of
the air.
She looked at it curiously, unable to read the Chinese
characters painted on its side. "Ryoga...? What's this?"
Ryoga took a glancing blow from Konatsu's sword, and landed
a light hit to his temple. He staggered back, then looked
at Akane, then Ryoga, then Akane again. "Give that back,"
he grated, a plaintive note in his feminine voice.
"Use it, Akane!" Ryoga shouted, feeling the soak into her
shirt from the shallow cut across her chest. "It's Spring
of Drowned Girl water!"
"Why do you-"
Konatsu made a frantic grab for the cask, and Akane jerked
back reflexively, so his outstretched hands just tipped the
cask hard enough to knock it from her hands.
"NO!" Konatsu cried, lunging for the cask, tangling himself
in Akane's flailing body, almost catching it, bobbling it,
then altering its trajectory just enough so that its lid
popped off and the opened cask sloshed its contents all
over Ranma. It landed neatly on his head.
Such is life, if you're Ranma Saotome.
Ranma coughed and removed the barrel from her head, a look
of pure jubilance in her eyes. "I...I'm cured!" she
shouted, bursting with happiness. "I'm not a valley girl
any more! I...I...what are you all staring at?"
Ryoga, Ukyou, Akane, Konatsu, and about fifteen assorted
Furinkan students (all male, naturally...who else stops to
watch a brawl?) had turned to stare at Ranma's head in
shock.
A lock of her hair fell down over her eyes, and she reached
up to brush it away, and noticed, with a start, that it was
a very light golden color.
"Ranma..." Akane said, shocked. "You're..."
"...blonde," Ukyou finished, a very strange look in her
eyes.
"Oh my God," Konatsu said, his eyes wide. A small trickle
of drool escaped his mouth. "Ranma, you're...you're..."
Ryoga had a stupid smile on her face. "The absolute most
beautiful thing I've ever seen!!" She and Konatsu made
simultaneous lunges for the absurdly hot blonde standing
before them, and Ranma jumped back nervously, sending
Konatsu sprawling with a kick.
"Hey...HEY!!" she shouted. "Ryoga! Snap out of it!
HEY!!!"
Ryoga shook her head suddenly, shocked. She looked around,
and noticed that even Akane and Ukyou, who were straight as
far as she knew, were staring at Ranma's new body
appreciatively. The other students around them had a
rapturous glaze over their eyes as they stumbled, zombie-
like, towards Ranma. "Wow...that was...some kind of magic
or something..."
Ranma screamed and ran towards the school, picking up an
ever-larger mob of lust-addled students as she fled.
"Ranma! Ranma!" Akane called after her, then realized she
wasn't going to come back. She turned to Ryoga, an annoyed
look on her face. "What _was_ that?" she demanded.
Ryoga was still trying to snap herself out of it. "I...uh,
I...I have no idea, Akane," she mumbled vaguely.
"Spring of Drowned Really, Really, Really, Ridiculously
Good-Looking Blonde," Konatsu informed them, sighing. "I
would have told you if you hadn't been in such a hurry to
steal it."
-*-
Ryu Kumon was not a man who believed in love at first sight.
He was a bitter, cynical, angry man who had been trampled
down by the ill fortunes that life had dealt him from the
very beginning, and would have sneered derisively at anyone
who told him that they had known their true love
immediately upon seeing them for the first time.
So it was with some shock that Ryu saw, upon entering the
schoolyard to once again challenge the man who had ruined
his life to a fight to the finish, Ranma Saotome get
smacked in the head by a cask of water, then slowly remove
it from his head. He watched the cask come off slowly, as
if in a dream, and his mouth fell open at the vision of
pure loveliness that emerged from the cask. His heart was
in his throat and his eyes sparkled as he gaped,
disbelieving.
"Ranma Saotome..." he whispered, staring. He clasped his
hands before him. "Never before have I felt
such...such..." He wiped a tear of pure happiness away.
"Sure pure _joy_!" He began to charge towards Ranma, his
arms outspread. "RANMA SAOTOME, I LOVE YOU!!!"
-*-
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