The Best of Times...
By Ozzallos
A Fukufics (dotcom) Production
Part Five
“Dead
Scream.”
The line of energy hit its target dead on, blowing it back
fifty feet through a concrete divider and into its own personal smoldering
crater. Setsuna hadn’t even bothered to transform in initiating the blast.
While she could get away with that in public once or twice, going full Senshi
was an outright no-no. She made one last cursory inspection of the smoking
trench the attack had created and smiled at a job well done. Now maybe she
could—
“I fight on!”
Setsuna Meiou froze, while her cheek muscle had developed a
nervous tick to it. She turned to find her tormentor staggering out of the
dusty ruin, his black suit in tatters. The once proud sunglasses fell away in
molten ruin while his bokken burned like a torch. Why
wouldn’t he just stay down! Her mind raced. At first she had thought this
Prince R was a pervert. The second time made him a dumb pervert. The third, a determined pervert. After that, she had begun
resorting to Dead Screams in order to dissuade his unwelcome advances. Seventh
time’s a charm maybe?
“Indeed… You are as formidable as your beauty…. Suggests…”
Prince R, otherwise known as Tatewake Kuno, was
fighting for every breath his labored movements produced. “Therefore… I shall…
Allow you to… Date me!” The woman sometimes known as Sailor Pluto growled
maliciously.
“DEAD SCREAM! DEAD SCREAM! DEAD SCREAM!”
“So that’s the other end of the porthole?” Usagi
stared at the holographic image Ami had produced using the Mercury Computer
remote.
Ami nodded, brushing a bit of hair from her face. “Yep. A pocket universe no more than a
hundred kilometers in diameter.”
Rei stared at the floating bubble, which held a bright blob in
the center. “Ok, then, what’s that?” She poked the insubstantial orange blob,
cutting through the hologram to do so.
“It’s the only thing I could get an accurate reading on.” Ami
replied. “Seems to be a large power source of some sort.
I’d almost rate it a mini star.”
“And the youma are coming from that?”
Michiru wondered and her partner spoke up.
“Well, hell. We’ll just send Hotaru in and waste the place with
a Death Reborn.” Haruka commented. “She’ll vaporize a hundred kilometers like
it isn’t even there.”
This earned an arched eyebrow from Mercury. “Uh
huh. And how is she going to survive the resultant collapse her DRR
creates?” Michiru asked pointedly, to which Uranus remained silent. “That power
source is likely the only thing keeping the pocket stable. Go in and Death
Reborn it and you’ll probably wipe yourself out when it folds in upon itself.”
“That, and we should probably figure
out what’s going on in there anyway.” Usagi pointed out.
Hotaru wasn’t necessarily thrilled with the idea of unleashing
the vast amounts of power at her command. It was what made her feared by others
and generally made what little she remembered of the Silver Millenium
a miserable existence. It was a tough life, being a strategic weapon of mass
destruction. “Right. Maybe Pluto can get a better feel
for what we’re up against.”
As if bidden by her name, Pluto staggered into the meeting
looking less than pristine. In fact, she looked rather exhausted and
bedraggled, truth be told. Michiru took one look at
the disheveled state of her fellow outer and gasped. “What the hell
happened to you?”
If she had looked fatigued before, the scrunched face and fire
in her eyes seemed to banish it completely with the question. “$#$# Prince R
happened, that’s what!”
Minako’s eyes sparkled. “You MET
Prince R? He talked to you personally?” The remainder of the
Inners were beginning to feel a tad jealous.
“Um, didn’t you like him?” Usagi asked carefully,
noticing the steady anger boiling from the Senshi.
“Like him!” Setsuna blew a fuse. Several
of them, in fact. “He’s the most arrogant, overbearing, pushy,
self-centered perverted asshole I’ve ever met!”
Rei was blinking in confusion now. “You mean you didn’t find
him handsome, nice, chivalrous and powerful?” She cocked her head. “Did I
mention he’s a total dish?”
“A total dish!” The Senshi of time
screeched. “A total PERVERT is what he is!”
“Er…” Michiru was at a loss, never
having seen this Prince R. Still, he was a guy and Michiru of all people knew
what THAT meant. She shared a knowing look with Haruka, who nodded in return.
“Come on, Set-chan. We can talk about it in the next
room.” The trio departed leaving the confused Inners in their wake.
“She didn’t like Prince R?” Ami put the question to nobody in
particular. Who wouldn’t like Prince R? The Inners looked from one to
the other, then to the room Uranus,
They had no idea Pluto was like that... It was either that, or she really, really needed to get out more
because all that time spent around the Gates was clearly driving her insane.
“It is done.”
A shimmering crystal floated into the darkened sky, its
brilliance a sharp contrast to the fallout boiling over her. Queen Serenity
fell to her knees as her reserves washed away. Like the crystal that now winked
high above, she too was a sharp contrast to the buckled, ruined landscape
around her. In one series of combined attacks, the Silver Millennium had died
and its Queen would soon follow into eternity.
Serenity smiled gently at the green haired Senshi that kneeled
with her, tears falling from Pluto’s last surviving Princess. She and the
Advisors would be the only survivors of this great era, but its ruler had taken
steps to ensure that the Millenium would not be
forgotten. Artemis and Luna would go forward to ensure that when her children
did arise, they would do so with friends. Setsuna Meiou had the much harder
task, a task the Queen would not wish upon another soul. The Crescent Wand fell
from her hand and the felines began to waver, fading from reality.
“On behalf of the moon, you will be free. Maybe we'll meet
again, someday…"
It fell to the charred ground and the cats were gone, swallowed
up by a temporal vortex that represented the last of Queen Serenity’s power.
Her last breath taken, she slipped away, white gown flowing along the tattered
ground.
Setsuna Meiou was the Guardian of Time, the
last remaining Princess of Pluto and now sole survivor of the Silver
Millennium.
She was also the last person to see Queen Serenity alive.
Ranma Saotome, heir apparent to the Anything Goes School of
Martial Arts sat strait up in his futon, suddenly wide-awake. He looked around,
only to find a dark room occupied in part by a snoring old man. What in the
HELL was that! Screw the dead woman, the dream had been nothing short of
an all out apocalyptic free for all! Lasers, building to
building combat and freakin’ huge starships.
And who was the last person standing? Sailor Pluto.
Nightmare. Had to be.
Besides, he could always tell a nightmare from everything else. How?
All
his nightmares featured cats.
A horizontal tornado cut through the youma ranks that were pressing Sailor Moon back, carving up
the very earth as it annihilated the Senshi’s opponents. Usangi
turned to find a crimson and white fuku leaping into
fray, sliding in beside her. “Sorry I’m late, your Highness.”
Usagi stared at the redhead for a moment in shock and the
others took that as their cue to regroup around the Princess. She broke out of
her stunned daze and smiled with a nod. Sailor Nova took up a position on her
flank and the remainder of the Senshi- Mercury, Venus and Jupiter arrayed
around them. Moon’s smile disappeared quickly, however as she considered the
mass of youma in front of them. It was a full-scale
incursion, with an initial number of around fifty of the monsters spilling from
the gate this time. The three girls were the only ones on scene at the time and
managed a respectable job in carving up their numbers, but each one of them was
more than happy to see Usagi’s elite body guard arrive on scene. The others
would be there momentarily, but the buffer Sailor Nova would create was more
than welcome in the meantime.
“So what’s the plan, your Worshipfulness?” Nova inquired with a
slight smirk.
Sailor Moon’s spirits immediately began to lift with the
redhead’s playful mood, the fact that she might have just been insulted not
even occurring to the blonde. “Hmm, wait here for the others to arrive?”
“Wrong Answer!” the redhead piped merrily and brought the staff
around to a striking position. “In the name of the Moon, it’s time to kick some
ass and take some names!”
“Um, youma don’t have names…”
Sailor Mercury pointed out somewhat redundantly.
Nova’s smile gained a whole new level of mischief. “Then I
guess there’s only one thing to do then—SHINING NOVA!” A radiant blue
ball of power erupted from the Alpha Guardian’s hand, flashing outward into the
now advancing horde. Two of the monsters were vaporized outright while another
two sustained enough injury to totally incapacitate them when the sphere of ki detonated. Sure it was a Moko Takabisha by any other name, but it wouldn’t do to
advertise her signature moves by their proper names in mixed company.
It took the Senshi a few precious moments to regain their wits before they
engaged the horde as well, cutting loose with magical attacks that ripped
through their lines. With Sailor Nova as the anchor, the last youma went down just as the Outers arrived on scene with Chibi Moon in tow.
Three outers and a pink haired girl landed on scene only to
find youma ash already scattering to the wind. The
tomboyish blond had a dejected look about her. “You called us here for this,
you Clutz—OOOF!”
One moment Sailor Nova was standing next to Moon and the next
her fist was imbedded in Haruka’s stomach as if
teleported there. She doubled over on impact and Sailor Nova followed the
stroke through, her elbow swinging savagely into her chin. The Senshi seemed to
lift into the air about two feet before landing hard on her derrière. Even Michiru standing beside her gaped.
Sailor Nova bent over the stricken girl and summoned forth the
most condescending tone she could muster. “You’re not too bright are ya? What did I tell you about insulting the Princess?”
An intangible wave of power slapped into Nova as Sailor
Uranus’s power levels spiked. “THAT’S IT! YOU’RE GOING DOWN!” Her snap kick
failed to connect and now the redhead stood standing ten feet from her.
“So bring it, already.”
Uranus examined her opponent carefully. The attack had been
surprising in more ways than one. First, the little redheaded bitch was ungodly
fast, so fast that her only warning had been a blur of motion. The second fact
was slightly more surprising—She had expected far more
power behind that fist. Oh sure, it was powerful enough and she’d be feeling it
for the next few days, but either the girl was really pulling her punches or
she just didn’t have the same absolute power the rest of the Senshi had. Sailor
Nova, in the meantime, had come to somewhat the same conclusion. It hadn’t been
full power, but the tomboy shouldn’t have been able to pick herself up off the
ground quite that easily. The fuku armor, she decided
silently. If anything, it caused her grin to widen, which took Haruka back
slightly. Wasn't she the one with the edge? only one
through course through Nova's mind--
Finally, something that could absorb the punishment she was
capable of dishing out.
Sailor Uranus may have had the advantage in terms of raw power,
but there was no way she could have known that she was nothing more than a
sparring post to Nova. Her own fist cruised in, but to Nova, she was slow.
Insanely slow. Especially after fighting some of her more
exotic rivals. Haruka smiled ferally as the
fist seemed certain to break the little red imp’s nose… then she was gone. The
Outer Senshi only had enough time to notice the shadow eclipsing the light
above her before two aerial kicks slashed into her face, sending Uranus
careening wildly out of control and into the ground one more.
The redhead landed lightly beside her. “Wanna
apologize to the Princess now, sport?”
“GRRRRrrrrRRR…” Uranus was just
pushing herself off the ground when an unexpected sound was heard. It was a
happy and melodious sound, something entirely inappropriate to the situation.
“Heheheheheee….” Both brawlers
stopped and turned to the pink haired girl, who was once again quivering
unnaturally. “BWAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH!” A sweat drop
rolled down the head of everybody on scene. “OHOHOHOHO!
WAHAHAHA!”
Sailor Nova simply stared. “What the hell….”
“…IS SO DAMN FUNNY!” Uranus finished the sentiment.
Sailor Chibi managed to reign in the
laughter. Slightly. “Heheheh! Some rice… Hehehe!
And… hehehe-snort-heheh! Two pickles! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!”
It must have been the punch line to the funniest damn joke in
the universe, except that nobody was getting it… Except one redheaded Sailor Senshi,
who noticeably paled. She took a slight step away from
the insane pink haired girl, as if she were a ticking time bomb.
Sailor Moon took advantage of the break in hostilities. “Um, I
know! Let talk about it over ice cream.” The Inners,
not totally oblivious to the fine line being walked between Nova and the Outers
readily agreed, and the suggestion seemed to pull Chibi
“My, what a flashy transformation you had back there.” Haruka
eyed the redheaded imp with suspicion as she scooped the ice cream out of her
cup. “”Not like ours at all.”
“Well, hey,” Yumei Ikari, aka Sailor Nova, aka Ranko Tendo, aka Ranma Saotome rose to the challenge. She had been
expecting it, in fact. “If you wanna give the boys a
free peep show, that’s all you.” Half the Senshi present in the ice cream
parlor began to choke on their frozen dessert, as if suddenly aware of their
highly revealing transformation process. Haruka and Michiru both turned
beet-red, given their sexual orientation. “As for me, I’ll settle for burning
the pervert’s eyeballs out.”
Many of the girls present at the moment silently began to amend
their transformation sequence.
Chibi
The giggling ceased immedietly as the
pink haired girl held the redhead in a thoughtful look. Then her face broke out
in a wide smile. “Story… Uncle Yumei?” Yumei twitched and now all the Senshi were staring at Small
Lady.
“Uncle?”
It wasn’t necessarily the gender pronoun that had the girls on
edge all of a sudden. After all, they were all quite used to Hotaru calling Hakaru ‘papa’. The fact that Chibi
had just named another relative beyond Moon and Kamen,
however, did not go unnoticed.
Yumei-Ranma shook her head. This was just getting
weirder and weirder. Like her life wasn’t already insane enough as it is.
“Sorry, kiddo. Got me mistaken for somebody else. Do I
look like a guy to you?”
“Of course not, Uncle-san!” Chibi
“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Ranma Saotome stepped up to the gates of the Tendo
dojo with a noticeable lack of a spring in his step. It had been a rough day.
No, the two bouts of youma attacks hadn’t done it. Or the incessant hostility between him and Sailor Uranus.
No, what was really bugging him was the small pink haired girl who hadn’t
stopped with the icecream parlor. Her dropping of
hints continued for the rest of the day and it became obvious that Chibi Usa
knew exactly who he was. Oddly enough, she never bothered to explain them to
the other curious Senshi, as if it were her own private joke. Ranma thought
hard on the situation. She was somebody who knew who Nova was and was closely
associated with Pluto, but was withholding her true identity regardless. Even
so, her relentless needling had taken its toll.
Ranma stepped through the house door and was immediately filled
with a sense of dread. Karma. Like a great
white shark, it had returned, intending to finish the victim it had taken a
bite out of weeks earlier. Few people were as attuned to karma as the Saotome,
and now it washed across him like a flood. The bickering that filtered through
the house was easily heard and it all stopped the moment he set foot into the
living room.
Ranma was quite certain that the woman standing in the middle
of it had something to do with the matter. He glanced at Akane’s
face, whose burning visage told him everything. New fiancée.
Had to be. Dammit, that
woman was SO going to get it. He didn’t want to move to Phase Three, but she
brought it down upon herself. But first thing was first.
The woman turned around and it was only years of built up
immunity that kept him from picking his jaw up off the floor. She was
absolutely gorgeous. Ranma had long since considered his own girl type to be at
the top of the hottie food pyramid, but this new
fiancée took the cake, ate it and asked for seconds. She stood about 5’8”, had
luxurious brown hair and a body that most girls would die for. Everything that
she wore seemed to emphasis that last fact, from the tight white top that
couldn’t hope to hide her ample breasts to the short, skintight skirt.
Maybe he’d hold off on Pluto for a bit.
“Hello!” The woman gushed; stepping over to Ranma to embrace
his hand warmly. “You probably don’t remember, but your father and my
grandfather pledged us to marry quite some time ago. My name is Makoto Kashiwagi!”
“Um, nice to meet ya.” Ranma let a polite smile
escape his face for the nice girl, but nothing more than that. To do anything
more was to risk grave injury at the hands of the first fiancée. The martial
artist turned to Nabiki, who had been expecting the silent query. She held a
sheet of paper in response and he simply sighed. Well, it wasn’t all bad, he suspposed. Pluto must really be slipping to send somebody
this attractive. Of course, it could have just been a coincidence…
Ranma almost burst out laughing at the insanity of the thought.
“Uh, Miss Kashiwagi…”
“Call me Mako-chan.” She supplied
with a beautiful smile. Akane began to glow in the background and the family
edged away from her.
“Er, Right. Have they already
explained the situation?” Ranma motioned toward the family and refused to
acknowledge his father’s existence.
Mako-chan nodded. “Quite complex,
but I’m sure we’ll have it worked out in no time.” Nobody missed the
emphasis, let alone Akane Tendo.
“You two timing CASSANOVA! Another
fiancée!” The table was in the air and impact was imminent when Ranma
reacted on instinct, whipping the new girl out of the way and shattering the
table with a fist. The room now stood in shock.
“Dammit, Akane! She’s not even a martial
artist!” It was probably the only thing that would have earned a rebuke from
him, but her behavior was quite unacceptable. Sure the last month had been
stressful on her. No, yet another fiancée wasn’t helping matters. But her
reactions were getting as bad as Ryogas! The youngest
Tendo seemed to realize this too, and paled.
“I’m… I’m sorry!” She blurted and ran upstairs to her room in
tears. The rest of the family looked at him expectantly.
Ranma sighed. “Yeah, I’d better see if she’s okay…”
Few things could outright stop the martial artist's
mental process these days, as the strangeness in Ranma’s life could be shrugged
off like a pellet striking adamantium plating.
Strangeness, however, was about to deliver the boy an armor piercing round as
he stepped into Akane’s room, determined to check on
his part time fiancée. His eyes were immediately pulled from the sulking girl
to the walls, which were plastered floor to ceiling with…
“Sailor Nova?”
Akane sniffled. “Yeah, so what?”
Ranma now looked like a trapped animal, eyes darting wildly
from wall to wall. Sailor Nova was everywhere. “It’s just… uh.. Well…” It was just plain freaky that the woman who
had serious anger management and trust issues with him was idolizing his Senshi
alter ego, but he didn’t feel the need to elaborate on that particular topic.
Ranma wandered over to her desk, which had a Nova action figure poised on it. Riiiight.
Somebody has been busy.
“Heck, she’s probably better than you are!” Akane blurted
defensively upon seeing his quizzled expression.
Ranma opened his mouth then closed it. What in the hell
was he going to say to THAT one? “Look, I just want ta
make sure you’re okay… I ain’t datin’
her.” He paused with her doubtful expression. “Come on, ‘Kane. You gotta trust me one of these days.”
Akane considered the pigtailed boy in front of her and with
him, everything they had been through. “Alright, alright.
So maybe I was being a little unreasonable.”
Ranma smiled. It was as close to an apology and understanding
as he was going to get. That didn’t make it any less important, however. “Fair enough. Don’t worry, we’ll
just handle her like all the other fiancées.”
“God, I hope not.” Akane commented with amusement.
Ranma summoned a hurt expression. “Hmmf! I see how it is.” Then, with a smile, “I’m gonna hit the bath. It’s been a long day.” He
stepped out of the room and made his way down to the bath, absently noting the
lack of any ‘occupied’ markings. Sliding open the door, he quickly found
himself face to face with a extremely well endowed
woman who just happened to be his newest fiancée. Suds covered her nude body as
she rinced off under the cold water, and Ranma’s
mentally plating took yet another armor piercing round. In other words, he
froze as his eyes began to transverse everything she had to offer.
Which, incidentally, was quite more than what Ranma
was prepared for.
“Oh, um, hi Ranma.” Makoto Kashiwagi
said with slight embarrassment, cheeks turning a bit pink. One thing that was
clear, however, was that see was quite proud of her body. She stood up to pull
the towel down to her, affording Ranma a most excellent view of her—
Ranma’s world shattered.
Ample breasts: check. Curvy hips: check. Beautiful eyes and pouty lips: Check-check. Male organs where they really had
no place being: Che—WHAT IN THE HELL? Even as Ranma
attempted to resolve this reality defying turn of events, a presence approached
from behind him.
“Ranma, I forgot to tell you—“ Whatever
Akane was about to say was cut short as she realized he was starring at a
completely nude woman who was just draping a towel around herself. “RANMA, YOU
PERV—“ The youngest Tendo’s eyes widened as she caught
sight of the same thing her fiancé had. Needless to say, she gaped. “You … She…
He… YOU’RE BOTH PERVERTS!” Somehow Akane found herself
unable to stomp off or hit Ranma this time, as if she were witness to some
horrible wreck that she just couldn’t tear her eyes away from.
“I can explain…” The now covered Mako-chan
offered, stepping over to the pair. Unforunately, she
stumbled on the bucket of cold water at her feet and there was only one place
for it to go. It hit Ranma, snapping the redhead out of the trance enough to
notice the curiosity now radiating from her newest fiancée.
“Well, now, if that isn’t convenient….”
“Yes it’s true.” Mako-chan
confirmed to family gathered around the dinner table, who stared in awe.
“Grandfather told me I should keep ‘it’ a secret for this exact reason.” She
cast a sad look at Akane, who had taken the place at the table furthest away
from the new girl. The youngest Tendo tried to rationalize it all. She acted
like a girl, but had the parts of both? She shivered slightly.
“A herma- hermaphrodite?” A male Ranma stumbled over
the word, to which Mako-chan nodded.
“Technically, I’m both sexes,” She explained. “But I just
consider myself fully equipped!” She smiled at the last, then at Ranma. “And it
would appear that so are you.”
“But I’m a GUY!” Ranma protested, a point he’d made more times
than he could count. Probably wouldn't be the last, either.
“…Who just happens to be a girl half the time.”
Mako-chan’s smile widened. “And I just happen to be a
girl who is both at the same time. It’s perfect!”
Kasumi ripped loose with an “Oh my” while even Nabiki cocked
her head at the logic. “You do know there’s a world of difference
between the two?” The middle Tendo pointed out.
“Not so much.” Makoto countered. “After all, we’re both good
for each other no matter what form Ranma is in!”
The cursed martial artist in question suddenly had a desperate
need for fresh air.
“We have to stop meeting like this, Son in-law.”
The wrinkled Elder stated from her position across the table. She and Ranma now
sat in
“I figure that’s either when she’ll be asleep or won’t suspect
me to be up and around.” Ranma explained easily, to which
“She?” The Elder latched on to the gender identity. “So
your mysterious opponent is a she, hmmm? Speaking of which, how is the Staff of
Ascension treating you?”
“Well, It was tough at first, but—“ Ranma
stopped suddenly. “You know.”
“Indeed, Son in-law.” The elder grinned. “I did not recognize
you immediately on the television… for obvious reasons.” He frowned and the
grin widened. “But the Staff of Ascension is quite a legend amongst the Amazons
and tough to miss.”
“Damn, I hope nobody else picks up on that.” Ranma shook his
head at her accurate deductions.
“I doubt it. Few know of the individual staves themselves and
even fewer the Staff. Of those who do, most think that it is still in the
possession of the
“Dammit, that’s the part I can’t tell
you.” He grumbled and she studied the martial artist intently.
“Then I’m afraid my help will be quite limited.”
Damn. Damndamndamn.” Ranma fussed, then looked her
dead in the eye. “Fine. But you have to swear what I
tell you doesn’t leave this room. I don’t even want it
written in a report to the village or a journal, clear?”
Colognes eyes widened slightly. He knew about the reports? “Clear, Son in-law.”
“Her name is Sailor Pluto.”
Ranma couldn’t have surprise
“Yeah, why?” There was no mistaking the reaction. The
old mummy knew something.
“Because if this Pluto and the one of Amazon legend
are one in the same, she has been meddling in Joketsuzoku
affairs for thousands of years.”
“Sounds like it.” He replied, surprised to see
“What do you propose?”
Now it was Ranma’s turn to pick up an evil grin. Anything Goes
“The Joketsuzoku Amazon’s will be more
than honored to provide whatever assistance you require in this matter.”
“OOOH HOHOHOHO!” The sound rang out through the
afternoon air, causing Ranma to freeze instantly in his appointed task. “I have
found you , Ranma-sama!”
Silently, Ranma praised the Lord for her presence. “Ah, Ko-chan! It’s so good to see
you!” The Hell froze over with those words.
“Of course it is, “ Kodachi replied
with sweet arrogance. “And I must say that I do not approve of your carousing
with the Sailor strumpets.” Then she added. “Though you look
quite fetching in that suit.”
The martial artist face planted into the ground. Why was it
always the insane ones that could see through the disguise? Regardless, the
plan was still workable. “Ya know, about that, Ko-chan… I wouldn’t if it weren’t for that evil slave
driver!”
“What?” Kodachi’s eyes began to glow.
“The only one that will take a whip to my Ranma-sama
is me!”
Ranma twitched nervously and began to wonder the wisdom of this
particular plan. “Uh, right… And she’s the one forcing me to, er, ‘carouse’ with the Senshi!”
“She?”
Ranma smiled as his explanation began to have the desired
effect. “Yes… I would date you if not for her plans for me…”
“PLANS?”
“Unspeakable plans.” Ranma added, now thoroughly
enjoying himself.
“This wench shall fall by my hand!” Kodachi protests
vehemently, chewing on her ribbon. “Inform me as to this whores’ name!”
“Would you like her address as well?” Minutes later and
information in hand, Kodachi Kuno was off like a shot, allowing Ranma to return
to his work.
“Heya Pops, have you seen the old
fart?”
Genma Saotome’s eyes widened and Soun
Tendo’s hands froze halfway through making his move in their eternal shogi match. “Don’t even think of him, Boy!”
“He’s Right Ranma!” Soun agreed. “Such thoughts draw him
forth.”
“Feh, whatever.” He dismissed both parents
with a shrug. “I need ta see him now.”
“WHAT?” Both parents where up now, staring in disbelief. “Don’t
you dare draw the Master here! Besides, nobody knows
where he’s off to!”
“So you think me saying his name will get him here?” Ranma
asked and both parents nodded with apprehension. Ranma smiled and took a deep
breath. “Happosai!
Happosai! Happosai!”
“Sweeto!” The parents froze
instantly, a horrified look plastered along their face. The demon had been
summoned. “Ranma, my boy! What’s up?”
“I have something you might like to know…” Ranma smiled.
“Oh?”
“How would you like to get yourself a hold of some very
special magical girl panties?”
Author’s notes: Hooyah!
Still chuggin’ along here.
At this point I’m estimating maybe two more parts to this series now that
things are solidifying upstairs here. The end series plot is all but mapped
out, so I hope you’re enjoying the show. Yes, I do have a definite end in mind.
Makoto Kashiwagi;This character is from the manga “Boku no Futatsu
no Tsubasa” or “My Two Wings”. A warning
before you go google it, as it is a rather hentai series and should be classified as Rated ‘R’. I
can’t take credit for the idea as I was actually looking for a bi anime
character to fill the role, but then Herb (fukufics
irc) pointed this one out and I decided it was
just evil enough to role with.
The Silver Millenium; Yes, I’m taking slight
liberties in casting Setsuna as being the last person to see the Queen alive. I
won’t tell if you won’t ;)
Special thanx to the FukuFics
IRC crew (as always) and Delta-Theta