Last time, on Ranma 1/2:
My God, so many plot twists! Who is Ninomiya-sensei?
*If you’re actually asking that question, I’ll smack you.*
We finally got to figure out just how different this version of Ranma is from canon...
*And it’s only getting more different.*
And –WHAT?!?- Ukyo’s claiming an engagement to Kasumi now? How many fiancées is that woman going to get?
*We’re about to find out.*
Stay tuned, for this latest episode.
*Seriously, I think the author of this wreck is on drugs.*
No kidding.
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Episode 6: Twice the Fiancés, Twice the Problems!
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Nabiki hated cooking, HATED it with a passion not unlike many video game fanboys. She’d had to share cooking duties with Akane when Ukyo went out of town. She thought she was finally done with it once Kasumi finally came home, but her older sister hadn’t left her room since yesterday evening. If Nabiki wasn’t mistaken, Kasumi had stayed locked up in her room for over a day.
It was causing a major problem with her plans. Namely, she couldn’t take any pictures to sell if she couldn’t get to Kasumi. That and she was just sick of cooking. At least Ukyo was back to cook every other meal; Akane’s cooking could’ve been used as a biological weapon of war.
From what Nabiki could understand; Ranma, Ukyo, and Shampoo had all tried to coax her out of the room, or at the very least get inside. And Akane...
‘That could work.’ “Akane!”
Her sister popped into the kitchen, an English textbook in hand. “What is it?”
“Have you tried to talking to Kasumi yet?” Nabiki wasn’t entirely sure this would work. After all, Akane had only ‘met’ her oldest sister a few days ago.
“No... Has that pervert friend of hers tried?”
Nabiki nodded. “Maybe you should talk to her. Spend a little time together, that kind of thing.” Truth be told, Nabiki was winging it at this point. Fortunately, Akane smiled a little and began walking up the stairs. That allowed Nabiki to finally look back at the food she was cooking. ‘Um... Maybe I’ll order some Chinese tonight.’
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When Akane knocked on the door, she expected Kasumi to just flat out tell her to go away. What she didn’t see coming was a weak voice telling her to come in. Following Kasumi’s request, she walked into her old room (Ukyo let her sleep there the previous night) and closed the door gently behind her.
The sun was setting; the lights were off, so naturally the entire room was fairly dark. Kasumi looked like a complete mess. Her hair was all over the place instead of tied up in a ponytail and she looked like she had barely slept at all the night before. Nevertheless, she still attempted to act like her regular self. “How are you, Akane?”
“I’m fine, Kasumi,” Akane replied, “but that’s not why I’m here.” She sat on the bed next to Kasumi and commented, “You look like you need some sleep.”
Kasumi smiled, before nodding. “You’re right. I have school tomorrow.” She began twiddling her thumbs involuntarily, which Akane noticed after she sat on the bed next to her sister. “Are you alright?”
Kasumi kept smiling however, and nodded. “I’m fine, Akane. Why wouldn’t I be?” Her voice faltered slightly as she finished her question, however.
Akane didn’t answer, and instead asked another question. “What happened last night?” Kasumi bit her lower lip lightly and nodded her head absentmindedly.
“Shampoo, Ucchan, and I had a little talk last night.” Akane could already guess what happened.
“Ukyo decided to marry you instead of kill Ranma?” Kasumi didn’t budge an inch. “It must be a bit of a shock, finding that people are attracted to you so suddenly.”
“It’s not that bad.”
Akane turned her head to see Kasumi staring at the floor. “It only seems bad, but when I really think about it, there are people out there who are probably going through what I am. And then there are others whose situations are much worse than mine.”
Akane was tight-lipped as she briefly thought of her own problems. Kasumi finally stood up and yawned. “I think it’s time for me to go to bed, I’m afraid. School’s tomorrow.”
“Now? You haven’t had any food! And it’s only eight forty!” But then Akane remembered that Kasumi probably hadn’t slept at all since talking to Ukyo and Shampoo. She relented and wished Kasumi a good night’s sleep.
As Akane closed the door behind her, a question echoed through the hall. “How is she?” She turned to find Ranma in girl form, drying off her hair.
“BAKA! Have you no sense of modesty?!? Put a shirt on!”
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Kasumi woke up the next day a little later than she’d have liked. She quickly took a bath, scooped up her lunch, and ran after Ranma and Akane, finally managing to catch up to them a minute or so before entering school grounds.
Their arrival was heralded by a stampede of boys, all of whom looked ready to strike. With the combined efforts of Ranma and Akane, they all went down in a matter of one minute and seventeen seconds.
As Kuno walked out the doors of the school though, both he and the defeated male populace were trampled by three girls who ran out of the school, shouting, “She’s here! She’s here!” And almost instantly, the schoolyard was swarmed with nearly the entire female populace (Akane was glad to see that Nabiki was nowhere to be seen), pushing Ranma and Akane out of the way to get at Kasumi.
Faster than a finger snap, Kasumi was surrounded by a plethora of females, all screaming for her attention. Despite being encircled by a mass of people, she felt cold and clammy. All of these women were throwing themselves at her, saying sweet words or trying to show their affection for her in more intimate ways. Kasumi swore that she was going to faint from all the attention when she saw a gleam of metal out of the corner of her eye.
Her survival instincts nearly kicked in until she saw that the shining instrument was in fact, a giant spatula. This made her pause for a moment, long enough to see the sea of schoolgirls part and to discover just who her savior was. Ukyo grabbed one of Kasumi’s hands and made a break for it, tearing through the crowd with lighting efficiency. In the span of ten seconds, Ukyo had successfully extricated Kasumi from that mess of screaming flesh.
Both women stopped to take a breath, Kasumi hunched over and Ukyo leaning on a wall for support. “K-chan, when did you get so popular?”
She replied between breaths, “I kinda punched Kuno during class.”
Ukyo grinned as she stopped relying on the wall to stay standing. “That’s a pretty damn good reason.”
As Ranma and Akane finally made their way through the horde of Kasumi’s admirers, Kuno finally began to rise, stumbling to get up. Finally, he was fully standing and pointed his bokken at Ranma. “SAOTOME,” he shouted as the footprint-shaped bruises throbbed on his face, “I WILL DESTROY YOU!”
Ranma was about to run up and pound Kuno again when he saw a familiar flash of metal, almost like a yen coin...
“HAPPO FIVE-YEN SATSU!”
Just like Ranma’s previous encounter with Kuno, a beam of energy seemed to suck the crazed man of his battle aura, once again leaving an emaciated Kuno to fall to the ground. All eyes went to the impossibly beautiful figure walking down out of the school.
She had brown hair that extended from her head to her lower back, a face (and by extension, a body) that looked like it had been ripped out of a lingerie catalog, and a certain grace to her walk that made all of the conscious men that Ranma and Akane had beaten down drool.
She stared at the scene before her and shouted, “Get inside before I give you all detention for being late!”
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As Akane, Ranma, and Kasumi all filed into the classroom, the latter two were surprised to find that they were being followed by Ukyo.
“Ucchan,” Ranma asked, “what are ‘ya doin’ here?”
Kasumi stared at her old friend, and couldn’t help but notice that she was wearing a boy’s uniform. It distracted her for a moment, before snapping out of it and answering, “I think she’s in our class, Ranma.”
Ukyo nodded as she took her seat. She paused for a moment, looked at the person who was taking a seat next to her, and blurted out, “You’re sitting there?”
Kasumi looked surprised, and questioned, “I’m sorry. Am I taking someone else’s seat? I’ll gladly move-”
“-No, no, no,” Ukyo assured her, “It’s alright. Hikaru might be a little angry once he gets back from his voodoo convention or wherever he went, but you should be fine, K-chan.” Kasumi smiled as she settled into her desk while Ukyo tried to slow down her beating heart and to control the slight blush on her face.
But all students in the room were surprised (and a few of the less principled men whistled) when the gorgeous woman from earlier came into the classroom instead of the teacher. “Butts down and shut up,” she said as she picked up a piece of chalk. She wrote down the name ‘Ninomiya’ on the board, and set the white writing utensil back where she got it.
“Good morning class, I am Ms. Ninomiya, but you all will call me Ninomiya-sensei. If you try to clown around I will give you detention.” She paused, before adding, “Any questions?” In a flash, every hand in the room shot into the air. “Yes, you there in the second row.”
Yuka unconsciously swallowed her spit before asking, “Where’s Mr. Mifune?”
Ninomiya-sensei sighed before saying flatly, “In a nutshell, your previous teacher won the lottery, went to Disney World, legally changed his name to ‘Racer’, and is now living his dream of being a race car driver.” The class stared at her dumbfounded before she added, “Sounds stupid, I know, but that’s what some people want. At any rate, I was already hired by the principle as a disciplinarian, so the principal figured that he could kill two birds with one stone.”
Now Sayuri raised her hand. “Disciplinarian?”
“Well,” the new teacher explained, “there have been a number of fistfights breaking out before school for some time.” Akane looked away from the teacher’s gaze. “There’s been a particularly large rise of these situations during the past week.” Ranma scratched the back of his head. “Especially involving the romantic affairs of some of our new students.” Kasumi blushed profusely while several other girls giggled nervously. “Alright, I believe that your previous teacher was discussing the properties of Hammerspace...”
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Lunchtime turned out to initially be a very confusing experience for Kasumi- nearly every girl in the school was offering her a seat. Eventually though, she settled on sitting with Ranma and Akane, who were arguing as always.
“You were checking out Ninomiya-sensei,” the younger Tendo claimed. She bit into a rice ball before mumbling, “Pervert.”
“You’re one to talk, ‘Kane.” Ranma stared her in the face and elaborated, “You were the one who was paying attention.” Akane blushed while he continued, “Was the lecture really that interesting? ‘Cause I fell asleep during the first three minutes.”
Kasumi ate what was left of her meager lunch and got up to throw away her trash while the unhappy couple kept bickering and dickering. Her stomach growled as she disposed of her waste, however- she had forgotten to pack as big of a lunch as she usually had.
“Nihao, Airen!”
Almost instantly, she fell to the ground, being glomped by a certain Amazon. “Hi, Shampoo.”
Xian Pu appeared very happy to see her Airen, “What is Airen doing here? Why she no be home?”
Kasumi sheepishly replied, “I’m at school, Shampoo. And...” She looked around at the lunch room and added, “And everyone’s looking at us.”
The Amazon looked around and indeed, saw that indeed, everyone was looking at them, the men out of bittersweet happiness, Ranma and Akane in shock, and the women in anger. “Good. Now everyone know just how much Xian Pu love Airen.”
Finally, there was a great commotion as someone finally approached the two. It was Ukyo, who had the most troubling look on her face- Kasumi could sworn that she was jealous. “What’re ‘ya doing here you gaijin bimbo?!?”
Xian Pu stared coldly at the chef but did not let go of Kasumi. “Spending good-good time with Airen. Why Spatula Girl ask?”
There was another loud crash, and Kuno came barging into the scene, bandages all over his face. “Madame, I do not know what realm from which you came, but this shy beauty is going to be dating me.”
And then he was swiftly kicked in the face by a certain martial artist. “Kuso,” Ranma cursed, “you must really be desperate for a girlfriend.”
“You win this round, foul summoner...” Kuno said as he blacked out.
“HAPPO FIVE-YEN SATSU!”
In an instant, Ranma finally felt the effects of the beam upon him. It felt like his strength was boiling away. The loss of his chi wasn’t the direct thing causing him pain, it was his collapse to the floor. Never before had he felt so weak and helpless.
Kasumi immediately began trying to bring Ranma around from his stupor, but to no avail (partly because Xian Pu was still attached to her). Finally, his assailant came into the picture; Ninomiya-sensei approached the assorted group of students that was quickly surrounding Kasumi and company. “Show’s over, people. Nothing to see here.”
As the body dispersed and began to return to class, Kasumi asked the teacher, “Will he be alright?”
Surprisingly, there was an almost sympathetic look on her face. “He’ll be fine in a few hours. Go ahead and take him home- I’ll excuse you for the day.” She then went to Akane and remarked, “I heard about your situation.”
Akane seemed inattentive however, as she watched her sister carry her pervert of an innazuke out the door, with Ukyo and Xian Pu following. “Huh?”
“Your apparent engagement to Mr. Saotome,” Ninomiya-sensei remarked as calmly as she could- she seemed a little perturbed about it as well. Akane seemed slightly surprised that her teacher could have found out that already, but Ninomiya-sensei didn’t stop talking. “Would you like to talk about it after school? I’d refer you to Doctor Tofu, but he’s going to go on a business trip to Tokyo for a week or two to visit an associate of his, Dr. Mizuno.”
Akane weighted her options carefully, and then nodded her head. “I guess. I mean, you don’t seem that bad a person. Her new teacher smiled softly and told her that they were going to be late for class if they weren’t careful.
As the two began walking back, Ninomiya-sensei couldn’t stop thinking about Akane. ‘Here’s hoping I can do something as a teacher.’
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“There’s something I really don’t understand about your culture, Shampoo.” Ukyo and Shampoo were walking with Kasumi and the comatose Ranma, sure, but they stayed a comfortable distance behind their mutual fiancé. “Why on earth would your tribe do something so stupid like allowing a guy to marry a woman based on fighting?”
Xian Pu stared at the adopted girl and asked back, “How stupid is making marriage work on paper and broken promise?”
Ukyo bit her tongue as she merely stared at Kasumi, specifically a certain portion that was wiggling oh so temptingly.
Xian Pu started to giggle a little bit before commenting, “Spatula Girl like what she sees, no?” The okonomiyaki cook blushed profusely before meekly confirming it. “It not something to be ashamed of. Airen is very sexy.”
Her rival shyly commented, “She has no idea why the other girls at school fight over her.”
“They get in the way, then I dispose of them. Obstacles-”
“Right, I know, Shampoo. They’re ‘meant for killing’.” She paused for a moment before asking, “Does that mean you’re going to kill me?”
Xian Pu paused in thought during the walk, not speaking a word for a good three minutes. Finally, she came up with her answer. “Xian Pu probably not go that far. Spatula Girl seems to be important to Airen. Airen probably be very sad if Spatula Girl dead.” She stared at Ukyo before stressing an important point. “Xian Pu no want to make Airen sad.”
The Amazon bit her lip while Ukyo carefully examined her rival. A couple of steps ahead of them, Ranma weakly asked Kasumi, “They know that we can hear everything they’re saying, right?”
Kasumi blushed before saying, “It might be rude to tell them... but it’s also rude to just eavesdrop.” However, she couldn’t unhear what her fiancés had said, no matter how hard she tried. ‘I’m... sexy?’
After a few more minutes, Ranma finally had enough of his strength back to begin walking on his own accord. “Kasumi, I never expected you to have to deal with this.”
“Deal with what, Ranma?” Kasumi seemed a little ignorant, but she probably already knew where this was going.
“All of these people just throwing themselves at you.” Ranma sniffed his nose before continuing, “You’ve got Kuno trying to date you, Shampoo trying to bed you, Ucchan trying to wed you, it’s crazy! I don’t know what I’d do if I was in your shoes.” His old friend blushed profusely, before Ranma finished, “But I’m sure that it’ll calm down soon. I mean, how could things possibly get any-”
Almost immediately, Kasumi turned to him and said, “Don’t say it-”
“-worse?”
Instantly, the entity in charge of enforcing Murphy’s Law began to laugh insidiously. Right then, an orange little blur sped by the four of them, dropping a ginormous bag into Kasumi’s hands. A brief moment passed, where all four of them looked inside the bag. “Are those panties?” Ukyo asked rhetorically. All of Kasumi’s blood went to her face, and then they came.
There was a group of women running to their location, all of them in various states of undress and all of them visibly miffed. They came to a halt just a few feet from where Ranma was standing. One of the brunettes in the crowd shouted at Kasumi, calling her a pervert. The crowd began to move once more, this time wanting Kasumi’s head. She immediately apologized, but it seemed useless.
Almost instantly afterward, the Saotome survival instinct kicked in.
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Kasumi.SurvivalInstinct- engaged.
Apology check... Failed. Options are:
1. Try to apologize again.
2. Explain situation.
3. Run away and drop the bag. (IF ResistPanic.checkSkill + dice roll >= 85, ELSE)
4. Panic, then run away with bag in hand.
4.
You have chosen: Option 3. ERROR! Panic.check failed! (Roll = 1, Skill = 40) Option 4 activated!
You have performed: Option 4. Oh my! (flees)
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The crowd pushed past Ukyo, Xian Pu, and Ranma; instead focusing all their efforts at chasing the fleeing Tendo. The predatory mob had to have numbered a few dozen women. As they finally passed through the area, Xian Pu looked puzzled at the direction her Airen and the crowd had left in. “Xian Pu no understand. Airen no pervert!”
Ranma, who had suffered from this label for a few days now, could relate. “I know. Kasumi’s the last person who would do something like that.”
“It disappointing. You have any idea how long Xian Pu been trying to get Airen to perform duties?”
Ranma fell flat on his face while Ukyo stared at the Amazon shocked. “What the hell are you talking about, hon?”
Xian Pu huffed before saying, “Airen no let me share bath or shower with her. We no allowed sleeping in same bed or room or even house, and we not spend much time together. We no even have sexy-time yet!!” Ranma’s face became flushed, but he resisted the nosebleed. Ukyo was relieved that her K-chan had resisted the Amazon’s charms so far. “We need to have sexy-time to be married, or else stupid stupid Mu Tzu come over here and say otherwise.”
Ranma and Ukyo didn’t quite understand what Xian Pu meant by ‘stupid stupid Mu Tzu’, but they didn’t have time to ask because they were at the door to the dojo. When they went inside, however, they were treated to a sight that was both laughable (well, for Ranma at least) and disturbing.
Tendo was using a giant leaf to blow cool wind into the face of an extremely ugly old man wearing orange clothes that could’ve come out of any stereotypical jail. Meanwhile, Genma was feeding him grapes from the vine, looking embittered while doing so. The old man told the two other men, “I thought you two knew better than to try and get rid of me.”
Genma and Soun both replied in monotone, “We know, master.”
“Where are your students, Genma?” The old man gestured at the window. “You were the more promising student; surely you’ve taught someone the School of Anything Goes?” His eyes went to the door, and he shouted, “OEWAHWAH! Boobies!” He latched himself onto Xian Pu’s breasts and made himself comfortable.
After the shock passed over her, Xian Pu removed the pervert from her upper chest. “Those not yours! Those for Airen!”
Genma immediately saw his way to freedom. “Master, this is my son, Ranma. Say hello to my old teacher, Ranma.”
The old man stared up at the high school student and remarked, “Not bad, Genma. Not bad at all, but he seems a little weaker than I’d have expected.” Before Ranma could hit him in retaliation, he was on Ranma’s shoulder, saying, “The name is Happosai, Ranma. And I taught your father everything he knows.” He turned to face Soun and remarked, “I thought you had three daughters, Tendo. What happened?”
Soun placed himself prostrate at his old sensei’s feet, crying, “Forgive me master, but Kasumi is the only one of my biological children to have extensively studied the art! She studied with Genma, she should be home by now.”
Happosai looked at the area where Ukyo’s breasts would’ve been, commenting, “He’s not exactly what I’d call a daughter.” He looked over Ukyo once more, before finding the bindings that kept Ukyo flat. Using his speed, Happosai undid the bindings and managed to get back in front of the cook before she knew what had happened.
“Ah, now that’s better,” the pervert remarked before relocating himself to Ukyo’s newly freed mamms. “Kasumi’s pretty nice herself, you know.”
As Ukyo threw Happosai across the room, Tendo declared, “That is my godchild, Ukyo. Kasumi is still not home yet.” The door to the dojo opened, revealing Nabiki and Akane, who seemed almost... happy.
“Tadaima! Great news! I just joined the gymnastics team!”
Happosai removed himself from the hole in the wall his flying body had caused and asked, “Which one is Kasumi?” Both girls denied the name.
Finally, a heavily breathing and sweaty girl walked through the door, her knuckles white from holding that accursed bag of panties so tightly. “Ah!” Happosai took the bag from Kasumi and dove in, who promptly fell to the floor in exhaustion. “I wondered where my latest treasures had gone to,” the old man remarked as he popped his head out of the pile of undergarment, a black bra wrapped around his noggin.
Soun pointed to his tired daughter and remarked, “This is Kasumi, my oldest.”
Kasumi had some difficulty standing because she had been running so hard. After she did though, Happosai nodded. “She managed to get away from that crowd without any prior panty raid experience... that’s a good sign.” He restrained himself from launching himself at Kasumi’s ample bosom, and instead turned his attention to his former students. “Have you explained to them just how important I am?” Both looked at each other before lying themselves at his feet once more, begging to apologize.
“I suppose I’ll explain it, then.” Everyone sat down in the dining room, while Happosai told his story. “Back in the day, I took Soun and Genma under my wing. Their training was a bit abusive, I’ll admit,” Happosai said as he remembered several instances where both fathers had been forced to take the blame for Happosai’s numerous thefts and panty raids and flee for their lives, “but it was effective. They learned much from me for many years. Then they finally took a trick from my book to escape,” he said as he stared at Genma and Soun, who were both whistling innocently. “They got me really drunk, dressed me up in a jail jumpsuit, threw me in the darkest and deepest cave they could find, and closed it up with a rock.”
Genma looked at his master uneasily before remarking, “It was the only way we could get away.”
Just then, Happosai looked at Ranma more closely and gasped. “By the- BOY! Have you recently encountered a woman who uses a five yen coin to suck out chi?” Ranma nodded, but Happosai already knew the answer. “Genma, listen to me very carefully. There is a great threat somewhere in Nerima, one that could destroy the School of Anything Goes!”
Genma gasped, Soun cried, and Ranma simply asked, “What?”
Happy looked at Ranma before saying, “That woman who sucked out your battle aura is an old nemesis of mine. She could destroy us all! I know of a way to defeat her, but I will need your help.” He pointed at Akane and Kasumi, adding, “I’ll need your help as well.”
Ranma shrugged his shoulders. “How could she be that much of a threat?”
But Happy would have none of it. “I’ll explain in the morning how to defeat her.” With that, he left the building, finally allowing everyone to catch a breath of fresh air.
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Ranma couldn’t sleep. A threat to the school? He’d faced down quite a few things before, but how could Ninomiya-sensei be a threat to the school? He tried to sip some water from his glass, but spilled it all over himself, turning himself into a girl.
There was a rapping on the roof, and Ranma went to investigate. Just outside of Akane’s window, he found a black-haired woman staring at Akane.
“Hey! What’d you think you’re doing?” As Ranma approached her, the stranger threw a ball at the redhead, making a direct hit. A gas escaped from the projectile, engulfing Ranma. Unfortunately for the assailant, the cold wind blew the odd concoction into her system as well.
“Kuso,” the stranger cursed. “I’m sorry; I was just trying to study my competition.” Ranma looked at her as if she was crazy while she introduced herself. “Kodachi. You might have met my brother, Kuno.” She paused before noticing who she was talking to. “You must be the ‘raven-haired goddess’ he keeps talking about.”
Ranma’s eyes bulged. “Look, don’t tell him. Last thing I need is for him to show up.” She felt strange all the sudden, as if her muscles were becoming stiff.
“The gas is a paralyzing agent, it must be taking effect.” She looked Ranma square in the eye and said, “I’m really sorry for all the trouble.” She fell down to the roof, the agent working faster on her body than Ranma’s.
The air began to grow colder as Ranma’s muscles began to seize up. His survival instinct kicking in, she inched herself closer to where Kodachi was lying and entangled herself with the woman. Kodachi gasped at the sudden physical sensations she was getting, her nipples were rock hard and rubbing up against Ranma’s, who was trying to play down the feelings she was experiencing. “What’re you doing?”
Ranma grinned at her as she finally lost the ability to move her legs. “Making sure that we’re warm tonight, ‘cause it doesn’t look like we’re going anywhere?”
“Who do you think you are, and why are you bothering?” Kodachi asked as she found her arms wrapped around this stunning girl- oh, there goes her arms.
“The name’s Saotome Ranma... and I don’t lose.” As the final syllable left her mouth, the only things that either of them could move were their eyes, and both of them were beginning to close from being tired.
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Hm... That played out a bit differently than I remember.
*No kidding.*
Next time, on Ranma 1/2-
Happosai reveals just how dangerous Ninomiya-sensei is! Is there any way to stop her?
*Is there a reason you’re asking a rhetorical question?*
Kodachi makes a move against Akane! How will the rest of the family react?
*I’m gonna take a wild guess and say, not well.*
And two new rivals appear, wanting Xian Pu and Ukyo? Who are these guys?
*Mu Tzu and... wait, Tsubasa’s in this fic?!? How’d HE get in?!?*
And finally... Are we going to crossover with Sailor Moon?
*Anything’s possible in the School of Anything Goes...*
All this and more, in our next episode of Ranma 1/2!
*Same stupid channel, same stupid plot contrivances.*
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A Guide for the Japanese Challenged
Baka- See previous chapters, dumbass.
Sensei- I promised you a place on the guillotine... now your head will be used for dodgeball.
Kuso- Cuss word, most likely ‘Shit’ or ‘Damn’.
Gaijin- Translates into 'foreigner', often used as an insult.
Okonomiyaki- Japanese dish. Google it if you’re really that confused.
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