Ranma Fanfiction: Meeting Later

Frowning, the master ran on the fence tops as his student ran on the fences on the other side of the street, the pair pushing each other as they sped towards school. He had tried to follow her on the fence as he had in the past but she swapped



Jiro Ohata frowned as he looked out the window, ignoring the teacher at the front of the class, nor looking at the page of notes and the original note of riddles from which he deciphered them sitting on his desk, the message on them foremost on his mind. An offer of a date.

It wasn't that he hadn't had dates before, even as his general popularity dropped, with his looks and confidence he could get a date with little effort. It was just that few Japanese girls were forward enough to ask a boy out. Then again, the manner chosen in this invite was a test, this girl wanted him to earn the date. And perhaps a subtle hint that whoever the mystery girl was she knew him well enough to know that he was school champion at riddles and word games.

His childhood hobby skills had been stretched to decipher the message, riddles in the corners of the page acting as clues giving him the keys to how the letters of the main message had been substituted to make them unreadable. It was very clever, and most surprising was how the neat handwriting stayed smooth despite being in a jumbled code.

But in the end, the solution was his, laying on him a riddle as much a puzzle to him as the rest. An invitation by a mysterious admirer to a date on Friday night. The nature of the riddles and the location of the date made him disregard concerns of this being an attempted joke or trick by fellow students, but with the last exams coming up he had little time to waste on frivolous relationships.

His thoughts were disrupted when much of the class rushed across the room to the window, some standing over him to stretch and see the blue sky, where the acrobatic plane was skywriting above.

In vast letters of white smoke, the kanji of a statement was formed, saying 'Two days till the rescue of Akane Tendo. Have strength beloved.'

The plane was making another pass, now dropping blue smoke, forming a jagged exaggerated lightning bolt under the writing.

Down on the sports field, the girl in question was trying to hide her face in embarrassment, all the girls giving up on the game of soccer to watch the skies or question the red faced girl.



Happily throwing back another drink, Genma patted his crying friend on the back as the master of the Tendo School of Anything Goes Martial Arts, blubbered into his sake.

“I’m so happy, so happy,” he cried to his old friend, “All my girls are off on dates. They’re all becoming women.”

“I know Tendo, I know,” Genma said red faced with alcohol as he waved the barman for another bottle. “Didn’t I tell you my wife could get your daughters hitched?”

Soun frowned and looked at his friend, then burst into tears, “I’m losing my babies! Wah!”

Genma rolled his eyes, and considered if it would take longer to sober his old friend up or make him drink till he passed out, but when the barman put down a fresh bottle he asked for three more.



Akane examined herself in the bathroom mirror, her hands pushing up her moderate assets that the brand new black dress she wore was trying to show off. Auntie's words that she'd fill it out in coming years weren't going to help it tonight. She ruefully considered the other going out dresses she had in her wardrobe, her minds eye coming to the long chaste white dress Kuno had sent her on the fourth day of his presents. A long white dress, a white gi, and a white winter kimono. All pure, all chaste, all very form hiding, and all, as Nabiki had put it when she told her Sister over the phone, 'A big sign from Kuno that her body was only for his eyes'.

Taking the long coat off the hook, she slid the equally black material over her shoulders, the fur lining warming her for the trip there and back in the cooling night, the short skirt of the black sleeveless dress doing nothing to keep the warmth in. She smiled at the glamorous look, her eyes wondering what expression would be on Ranma's face when he saw it.

Her cheeks reddened as she suddenly saw herself eclipsing her elder sister, since this was in truth her double date, Ranma and herself there as chaperones, not a true couple.

The door opened, admitting the girl in question, Kasumi smiling at her sister, "Akane, you look lovely."

Sharing a hug, Akane reciprocated the compliment, her eyes envious of her sisters more generous figure in the long blue dress she wore, her long brown hair pulled back in a ponytail held by a silver clasp. White gloves adorned her hands, a matching white shawl covering shoulders bare but for three spaghetti-thin straps cresting each side.

Nodoka poked her head in as girls quickly checked their hair and makeup. "Are you ready? The men are growing restless." Smiling and nodding, her eyes approving of the girls outfits.

"You ready to go win your man, Sis?" Akane asked with a confident smirk.

Kasumi smiled mysteriously, "Let's go get them."



Jiro Ohata eyed the girl speaking to the mater’de, at the door to the French restaurant. He calmed the giddy feeling in his body, some anxious part of him wanting to know if this girl was his mystery admirer.

With a few words and a simple gesture, the girl waved off the mater'd who was about to escort her to the table, sashaying her hips as she made her way past tables to his.

He stood as she approached their eyes on each others.

"Mr Ohata, I'm glad you came, I was worried my invite might be a little unclear," she said in a sultry tone as his eyes brushed over the slinky red dress over her curves. Her brown hair was immaculate in its page boy style.

"I must thank you for the invite, it was most enjoyable, Ms...?" He said, moving around her to pull out her chair for her.

"Nabiki, and I assume Jiro is fine for you?" She smiled through glossed lips.



Akane could have groaned as Tofu brought up another question to Ranma.

So far, it had all been perfect. Ranma and Tofu's eyes had bugged out when their dates had come out, the pair in nice handsome suites for the occasion. The drive over in the taxi had been expectedly quiet, as Ranma and she had tried to force conversation, Tofu seeming to crush in on himself lest he brush against either girl and mar them or their outfits as he sat between the girls in the back street. Tofu only seemed to relax some when he caught Ranma glancing down at her legs, though the doctor fortunately hadn't started copying that behaviour to ogle Kasumi.

Surprising both girls and Ranma, the taxi had dropped them off in the heart of the city, not far from the Tokyo Tower, the group entering a skyscraper, the elevator taking them to the circular structure on the roof, and the revolving restaurant it held. Between the views of the sparkling lights of the city below swirling gently around, the fine food, and only having to kick Ranma once under the table to assist his eating manners, everything was going perfectly.

Except of course, conversation. The older Doctor was able to hold a conversation quiet well, but whenever a quiet pause came up, he immediately turned to Ranma with a question, normally work or martial arts related, to try and restart the conversation. Ranma did his best to get things back to the girls, but his own social skills were hardly stellar.

As the night drew on, the restaurant began to clear, and Akane's eyes narrowed, spotting a couple a table away taking over some hall space to dance slowly to the light orchestral music pumped gently through the speakers in the ceiling. The next time Ranma looked her way, she smiled and nodded towards them.

Ranma glanced over, then back, then over again before he seemed to understand, his fast hands quickly swapping the failing candle on their table for that of the vacant next table.

Her smile became forced as she grimaced at him and nodded him towards the dancers again. He looked again, before looking at her, then at the couple and back at her, suddenly his face lit up and he smiled at her, then the smiled failed. Obviously he didn't get it.

Akane cracking her knuckles broke up Kasumi and Tofu's overly technical discussion of bandage and sling methods, "Sorry, just thinking of Kuno," she lied, instantly regretting it as it just confused Ranma more.

As the other couple returned to their talking and staring into each others eyes, Ranma looked to Akane for some clue as to what she was on about, her index and middle fingers on each hands moving together like legs on the table cloth. Almost like dancing.

When his blue eyes lit up and he glanced to the dancing couple, Akane knew the boy finally got it, but when he looked back and her and shook his head, she saw he thought it was a suggestion. As it had on his manners, the sharp heel of her black pumps made their point.

"Ah, Akane, I know it’s weird and all, but do you want ta dance?"

With a demure smile, Akane began to stand, Tofu looking with almost panic as Ranma led into new territory. Gently taking the boys hand, the girls saw the doctor whisper to Ranma, the boy whispering back louder with a cocky grin, "Just do exactly what I do."

Quickly moving past her sister's seat, Akane manoeuvred herself around to her date as the doctor asked Kasumi if she too wanted to dance. Ranma closed on her with equal haste. "What do I do?" he whispered hurriedly.

Rolling her eyes, she quickly put his hands on either side of her waist, her own closing around the back of his neck as they swayed together, their eyes on each other, breaking only to glance to the other couple, staring eye to eye as they swayed together.

The music changed through song after song as the two couples swayed together, the night lit city twirling around them like stars, eyes lost in eyes, but finally other customers passed by, interrupting the dance and the moment, the group returning to their seats.

Tofu awkwardly began a conversation again, but his voice faltered, confusing Akane, but Ranma saw the strange look in Kasumi's eyes that stopped him. Standing gently, the elder girl's hand stopped Akane from following, the same hand leaning Akane towards Ranma as the girls other delicate hand touched the boys arm, raising his hand to Akane's cheek and pulling him closer, drawing their faces together. Sitting, she took the older man’s hand and placed in on her cheek, leaning towards him, hoping he recalled Ranma's instructions.

Unable to see the other couple because of Ranma's warm hand on Akane's cheek, the teenagers simply looked in each others eyes, neither breathing, knowing that to lean forward, to even extend their lips towards each other, would make contact, hearts and minds warring.

The breaking of lips from the other couple and a pair of sighs, one ragged and one satisfied, broke Ranma and Akane apart, blushing badly, but only they could see their red faces as Kasumi and Tofu had eyes only for each other.



Nabiki demurily patted her lips with her linnin napkin, her eyes looking at the boy over the burning candles, his knife deftly dividing the last of his steak into two bite sized peices, his falk lifting a marinated slice to his mouth.

"So are you planning on attending the fight in the park tomorrow?" she asked gently as she saw him swallow.

"I could care less about Saotome's latest victory. Does it interest you?" he replied idly as he snagged the last of the meat. His fork held as he eyed her with a dark curioisty, "Or does he?"

"Sorry to disappoint you, but I prefer the company of men able to read more than manga," she took a sip of her wine to let him smile at her quip before continuing. "I simply had a hand in arranging this fight."

"Now see I have a reason to attend tomorrow if you are going to be there."

Nabiki smiled at the off hand compliment, "True, but I'm not sure I want you there."

"Your not enjoying yourself tonight?" he asked with a slight frown, her eyes noting his brown didn't lose any confidence.

"Hardly, tonight has been better than I expected Jiro-kun," she returned with a smirk. "I'm just not sure I could respect you Sunday morning if I saw you tomorrow afternoon."

He covered his uncertainty quickly, but she caught it. "Meaning?"

"Meaning I arranged this fight to punish and humiliate the challenger, so I have done all I can to make sure Saotome will win. Even if you didn't actively support Tatewaki Kuno, to not cheer the local boy in victory would hinder my needs and desires." Her eyes held his as he grimaced and nodded.

"And though Saotome might have 'gotton lucky'," she pursed her lips, his face colouring and frowning, "Against you in the past, the last thing I want is to make you sacrifice your pride and support Ranma in a fight for my sake." For a moment Nabiki thought she had taken things too far, but he relaxed his shoulders, taking back his control.

"Then I will aquiese to your desire an not attend," he said slowly, waiting for her to reply to cut her off. "But it comes with a price, Nabiki-chan."

She smiled at him, forcing a blush and looking to the side, "And what would you have of me, Jiro-kun?"

"The most priceless thing you could give me."

"If I had a fan I'd play up the innuendo, but what answers do you want? What I know about you and how? Or why I asked you out?"

"And what of more about you and your background, Nabiki-chan?"

Waving her hand at one of the waiters, she smirked darkly at the boy. As the waiter brought the desert trolley near, she gestured for Jiro to choose. "So many good things on offer, but too much at once is a bad thing. So what one do you want?"

Selecting the Black Forest cake, he let the waiter cut slices for the two of them. "I assume the slices will be generous?"

The middle Tendo lightly giggled, as the waiter nodded and cut larger slices and placed them out. Taking her desert fork, she cut off a corner with icing and cake, savouring this first morsel on her tongue. "Deliciously full of satisfying calories.”

Tasting of the cake himself, he savoured it as he considered his options. Finally, he nodded his eyes flashing. “Then my one question is why did you ask me out tonight, Nabiki-chan?”

“After looking Saotome up for my purposes, I found your personal history with his, and the more I looked the more I felt you had half the potential to hold my interest. Tonight you might say, is my seeing if you felt I was intruding in your territory by using him like this, and seeing how you measure up, to me.”

“And do I have your interest?”

“You have something to you, and what do you but only time will tell if it is fleeting. And that do you think of me?”

“Smart, witty, charming, and beautiful of course, with a tentative sensuality that I’m sure makes some men quiver.”

Her brown eyes held his for a moment, a smile in his eyes at her reaction, before he looked to his plate, taking another forkful of the cake. Even knowing that he was playing her didn’t stop part of her knot up at his ‘tentative’ remark, and she felt a surge of challenge to disprove it.

Leaning back in her chair, she took another sip from her glass. “And Saotome, how do you feel about him?” she held his eyes after



Sena's long plats hung down the left side of her head, the right ear against the drinking glass against the wood of the front door listening to Kasumi and her brother out there saying so much without a single word, her feet twitching with victorious energy.

Nodoka eyed her blushing son, Akane having fled to get changed after equally red faced saying it had ‘gone well'.

"I gather, my son, the food was satisfactory?"

"Huh?" His insight filled reply was reflected in the far away look in his eyes.

"Thinking of your fight tomorrow?"

His manor changed, his posture shifting and tightening. "I'm ready for it." His hand brushed the back of his hair, seeking the pigtail that was no longer there. He stood suddenly, "I'm getting ta bed, say ‘good night’ to Akane and her sister for me."

His mother's eyes narrowed as he left, his intensity surprising her. He really didn't fear this Kuno boy, he was eager for the fight. If not for the boy’s anger at the loss of his pigtail to the swordsman, she would have been just as confident of his victory. She would have to make sure that he was in a good mood going into the fight, or this swordsman would have the very advantage her son wanted.



The Black Rose of St Heberke Girls School and one half of the premiere skating team Black Gold, Kodatchi Kuno watched her brother prepare for this duel today. He was as focused as ever before, an enlarged photo of his opponent having been slashed to pieces so it was unrecognisable still took the brunt of his words and blows. Added to this, he had fallen for another. The photo of the mysterious red haired tomboy in the red Chinese shirt would probably last as long as had the photos of his former love, the cheer leader, whatever her name was. She smiled as he turned from his opponent to the pictures of his two loves, a braid of red hair in one hand, blue black in the other, beseeching the gods that his heart was divided, twisting the braids together.

With another smile, she lifted the intercom handset, "Sasuke, you will of course record my brothers victory with a camera, I would especially love to see Akane Tendo's face as she is torn from her new boyfriend. Hohohohohohoho!"



Akane looked to Ranma as the school bell rang, ending the half day. Despite neither Anything Goes heir telling anyone of the event, the rumours abound of the fight today, between their own fellow student and the World Kendo Champion, though most had confused it into being over Akane as a girlfriend. She was used to rumour mongers but this lot were pathetically obvious.

The boy in question got up from his seat with a stretch, like waking for the morning despite it being lunch time.

"You ready?" she asked hesitantly, coming up from the seat behind him.

"Yeah, starving," he replied with a yawn.

"I mean the fight, baka."

His back straightened and he tensed, but his lips gave an evil version of that cocky grin, "Just trying to decide if I should win that with just one strike, or really teach him for cutting my hair?"

"Play this lightly Ranma, and you'll lose."

Ranma looked at Akane and grinned, "I don’t lose, Akane. If you’re that worried about it, I could do with a favour in before the fight?"

"Sure. Hurry up, your Mother wants you to have lunch before you get ready for the fight."



The limousine pulled beside the road, the short ninja in a drivers cap jumping out of the driver's seat to rush around to the door, opening so his employer could excite the vehicle. The tall boy emerging in traditional samuri robes, flickied his hair back as he surveryed the landscape. "Wherefore is my opponent? Wherefore is the lowly dog, Saotome?"

"I would suspect, your munificence, that perhaps beyond that crowd?" Sasuke replied in a tired voice.

"Oh Kuno-baby! Over here Kuno-baby!"

The kendo master held his wooden blade lightly at his side as he looked angrily at the approach of the smug sister of his beloved. Had not she brought to him the photos of the fiery headed girl he had met at Ginza, he would have dismissed her already. No doubt the smile over her face was her betting among the crowd of plebeians on his victory. The viperous woman and her games of profit got under his skin like no other.

"What is it you wish for now, treacherous sister of my future?"

Rolling her eyes, Nabiki Tendo smiled back at him, "I'm your guide again Kuno-baby. We have quiet a turn out to watch this fight. Ranma is a bit of a local hero, with a lot of victories. You might have to actually try to win this one."

"Victory shall be mine, but this you know in the depths of what you call a heart. Show me to the arena of Saotome's destruction."

Sasuke sighed and closed the Kuno family limo, readying the video camera as per the instruction of the mistress of the house, not that Master Kuno had complained of having a record of his victory.



Red faced, Akane tried to concentrate on what she was doing, and not on the whistles from the crowd, or Ukyo's hate filled glares from her where she cooked off a portable grill for customers in the crowd. At least Shampoo and Sakura weren't here, she thought with a prayer for the kami to keep them away, her hands massaging Ranma’s bare back, oil smoothing into the muscled body on the table before her.

When Ranma had asked her to help him prepare, the idea that he would have her massaging him in front of a crowd in a park was not one that crossed her mind. Swallowing, she again focused on the actions and not the ridges of his muscles, somehow amazed at how hard and 'cut' he made his back, especially under the gleam of the oil.

The murmur of the crowd changed, Akane looking up to see Nabiki leading Kuno into the ring formed by the crowd of onlookers spread around an area nearly the size of a football field. Ranma had earlier marked out the ring with string, some onlookers ignoring it to get closer before those that had seen some of his fights before suggested they would be safer behind the string.

Kuno's eyes bugged out his head as he saw his beloved, forced again into the outfit of the tournament the week before, now forced into oiling his opponents back, his rage rising as Saotome climbed off the massage table, thanking Akane as she passed his shirt.

"Hey Kuno, you ready to fight?"

Breathing deeply, the Kendo master held forth his wooden bokken, wishing he had chosen steel to deal with this mange dog. "Your insults will no longer be tolerated, Saotome, on this field you shall forfeit all!" A thunderbolt crashed overhead at his declaration, many in the crowd looking to the darkening sky.

"That a yes?" Ranma replied cockily. "You remember the deal don't you? You win, Akane can leave and go anywhere she wants. I win, and you can't come to Juban or pester Akane for as long as she stays?"

With a nod of his head, he drew back his weapon, the blade level with his eyes as his hands gripped it back, taking an exotic and intimidating pose.

Ranma bowed cockily as he did up the last tie on his shirt, then took a ready pose, and charged.



Between them, Nabiki and Akane just got the massage table back to where Nodoka, Kasumi, Sena, and Tofu stood in the crowd, when two battle cries rang out and the fight began. The group watched intent, as Ranma tried to close, a low sound of awe raising as the Kendo fighters blade churned through the air, distorting winds blowing Ranma back, clumps of earth being torn up and tossed at him as his charged slowed.

"That's not a good start," Tofu said, as they watched Ranma dart right, breaking out of Kuno's cone of offence, the kendoist adapting quickly to propel a new offensive towards the martial artist, his stance shifting to the change in direction.

The red shirted martial artist charged into the swords man, despite the wind rippling away from the fighter, the sound of slapping hits ringing out as blade and hands moved in a blur before Ranma flew back, rolling over before catching his footing to stand facing Kuno, flapping his hands like he was trying to cool them off.

"Kuno is too focused," Akane said not taking her eyes off the fight, "Idiots trying to stop the blade." Her fingers twitched as she regretted not bringing her batons or pompoms, so she could cheer him on and try and help soften Kuno up, not that Ranma would have let her interfere in this fight.

“Ranma has had to fight opponents with reach advantages before, don’t give up on him yet Akane.” Tofu said gently, but whether to convince her and the other or himself was not certain.



Kuno chortled as he held his blade still, watching his enemies face as he realised that for all his cockiness there was no hope of victory here. "You face the unstoppable force in the Blue Thunder, dog. I may accept you surrender if you get on your knees in the mud and beg for it."

"You wish!" Ranma shot back, shaking his head, bringing his reddening hands up into a ready stance. His blue eyes narrowed, his stance opening confidently as he continued, "You think after the Seven Lucky Gods, Herb and the Musk Dynasty, and Saffron, you are in my league? Guess again! Moko Takabisha!" As he spoke the names of others who he had defeated, a strong golden glow coalescing between his hands and with the attacks name, he threw it forward, a golden shape like a tiger charging down the Kendoist.

Pouring his own breath and power into the wood of his weapon, Kuno slashed at the ki attack, splashing energy about as the energy clashed, his stance breaking as he took several steps back, the energy and force washing over him like a wave but still he stood.

Ranma swallowed, breathing deeply after pouring so much power into the attack, his moral falling as the kendoist managed to deflect most of it, the swordsman’s natural confidence in his abilities letting the much of the rest pass through him. With a cocky smirk, he suppressed all signs of weakness, "Ready for round two, Blue boy?"

"I am the Blue Thunder! IZIZIZ!"

A wash of static electricity passed over the crowd as Kuno pointed at the insolent fighter before him, a bolt of lightning springing from the wood to strike the ground where the dark haired boy had just leapt away.

Ranma grimaced as he dove clear of the blast, knowing no amount of confidence would stop that trick. He had to finish this, and finish it fast. And the way the kendoist was using the wind that wasn't going to be easy.



Grimacing, Akane's hands were digging into the edge of the massage table, her worry for Ranma making her knuckles white as he fought for her, and for his own pride. Again the heir of the Saotome School of Anything Goes was rushing his opponent, seeming content to trade blows of his flesh against wood as he moved around his opponent, looking for an opening without getting his limbs chopped off.

Again the pair broke apart, both breathing heavily as they recouped from the fighting, but neither wanting to show weakness before the other. When Ranma's blue eyes glanced worriedly to her over the battlefield, she tried to send back all the faith she had in him that she already felt fading as the Kendoist blocked every attack, her heart rose as saw his eyes gain in strength from the connection.



Ranma glanced at Akane, giving her a reassuring gaze before looking back at the fighter, recalling the focus of the idiot on his beloved Akane. He looked into the swordsman's eyes with an attempt at a remorseful look.

"Hey Kuno, before I forget. Whatever you might think, it was Akane's idea to tattoo my name on her boob."

Kuno stopped dead still, white faced.

The crowd stopped still and looked at Akane.

Akane stopped still, red faced.

Red faced, Ranma stepped nearer to Kuno, "Just kidding," he said as much to the crowd as to the swordsman, before leaning in to whisper, "It was my idea."

“Die Demon!”

Kuno exploded into action, his face twisted in fury and his voice crying out nonsensical Shakespearean gibberish, his blade burning with flaming ki as he hacked at the boy with destructive slashes that tore the ground, tossing mud and clumps into the crowd. Kuno's target yelped and jumped around the blows, backing up and to the right before the unthinking onslaught of the Kendo master.



"What's he doing?" Akane demanded as she got her voice back, her concern for the idiot for now overriding the embarrassment of telling a crowd she had a tattoo on her chest. Kuno's destructive slashes were churning the park to mud and Ranma ran around and around him, making no attempt to fight or block, just staying one step ahead of the reach of the swordsman’s wooden blade. Her eyes narrowed as she realised the circles were tightening in to a central point, vast waves of hot ki burning off Kuno's enraged attack swirling around the focus point.

Nodoka smiled as she saw her son begin leading the kendo master into a final move. Reaching out, she took Nabiki and Kasumi and pulled them back a step towards her. "We should huddle together, this can get a little windy."



Ranma felt the heat all around as he led Kuno in the last of the spiral, robbing his breath of fresh air, the mindless assault of the swordsmen not looking like it was ever going to stop. With the rush of victory, he charged in, his soul taking in the nearness of death to chill to freezing.

"HIRU SHOTEN HA!"

The cry went out as he stepped into the blade, going onto his knees to get below the Kendo master and throw a corkscrewing uppercut, the cold of his soul flooding out, attracting the heat which jetted skywards.

The tornado blowtorched into the air, creating a sudden pressure low that sucked wind in over the crowd, blowing more than one over and stealing hats as a soared into the sky, carrying at its heart, a hapless Tatwaki Kuno.

The base running out of energy, the dusts swirling and falling gently back to the ground of the park, showing a ragged and wind swept Ranma, standing shakily with one hand in the air, mud splatters over his bare chest, the remains of his pants in tatters.

Those still watching the twister above saw its end catch its beginning, vanishing into the atmosphere that formed it, its contents of branches, leaves, litter, hats, and a Kendo master crashing to the ground.

Ranma staggered over to the unmoving form, clearly impressed with his efforts, and just as clearly only standing on the energy of his confidence and pride.

Tofu was the first to approach, taking on a professional demeanour as she checked the unconscious boy, "He's okay. Just unconscious."

"He didn't have much," Ranma said as he gave his mother a thumbs up, the crowd either groaning or cheering as a winner was left standing.

Akane shook her head as she approached, part of her wondering how to make him teach her that move, another part wanting to thank him for driving the pervert away from her for a while.

Someone else beat her to thanking him, Ukyo rushing passed, to grab him. "Ranchan, you won!" she cried, even as his eyes rolled back in his head and he passed out, his head lolling to the side as Ukyo kissed him, her lips landing on a muddy ear.

His passing out robbing the jealous spike, Akane shook her head again at Ranma's comment about 'Not having much', even as he was on the verge of collapse. "Baka."



To be continued...

Some new characters and the first clash of Ranma & Kuno. Up next, the trip to the mountains, with unwanted fellow resort attendees and a snowy romp that'll give you frostbite.