Ranma Fanfiction: Wish you never left D

Chapter 7

Kasumi frowned at the damaged doorway from the family room to the outside engawa, She didn’t like everyone yelling and fighting, but she could have sworn she saw a tiny flash of blue and brown near the edge of the broken doorway. Like a small animal or something.

”What is this Flame of xxxxxx?” Nabiki asked with a firm tone, holding her ground as the two aged martial artists glared each other down.

”It’s a jewel, a ruby,” Kimiko replied calmly, eyeing Cologne more than Happosai with a quiet confidence.

”How big are we talking? How many carrats? What about its clarity?”

”Irrelevant,” Cologne stated, getting annoyed with the child’s avarice questions, “The jewel belongs to my family, you will return it to us now.”

The old man began to sneer at the old woman, even as Kimiko shook her head, blue eyes on the old woman. “After I defeated Happosai for the third time over that stone, I had it held, probably in a bank vault somewhere in the city. Happosai knows that, just as he knows no one will see it till the condition is met for it to be released.”

Akane nervously leant back from the table as the old man focused on her.

”What condition? That stone is a danger when misused,” warned Cologne, the old man frowning in surprised as Kimiko gave a knowing look at the old woman.

”He doesn’t know its power, guard your words,” the young red head stated quickly.

Cologne’s frown matched the old letches, “He must know. Why else would he want the stone if he doesn’t know it’s terrible power?”

Kicking out of Ranma’s grip, Happosai pulled out his pipe and puffed up quickly. “Looks like we all think we know why we want it. And that stone was a gift from heaven, the Amazon’s must have stolen it so don’t go claiming rights Lil’ Cologne.”

Nabiki smirked slightly at Colognes reddening face, but kept her eye on the prize, “So what is this condition to get the stone?”

”Simple enough,” Happi grinned, then leered at Akane, diving at the girl. Weaving past a hand raised in haste defence, latching not onto her chest, but around her neck. “Lets get married Akane-baby!”

”Hell no,” Ranma stated, trying to move past Shampoo and get the old man off his fiancée, his Amazon wife grabbing a leg.

”Ranma let Kitchen-wrecker marry old pervert. Be too too happy together?”

Jabbing a chopstick at the old man to dislodge him, Akane twisted out of reach, getting to her feet. “Marry?” she demanded incredulously, slightly revolted as she watched Happosai.

“I’m sorry Akane-chan, I thought he would have died before now. I had the stone held by a law firm until you’re married, then it will be returned to you.”

Akane blushed, glancing at Ranma, catching him just looking away with a blush. Cologne sneered even as Nabiki went white.

”And on that day,” Happi stated with a firm voice, taking a puff on his pipe. “I challenge you for the Flame of Chaung-ma, just like your Mother honourably did to take it from me.”

Cologne smiled darkly as Akane paled, then straightened, her will accepting the challenge like a fool, “And I shall face the winner.”

”Oh hell no!” Ranma stated, stepping up. “Ain’t neither of you beating on Akane for some dumb stone. You wanna touch her you go…”

”Ranma, this is a matter of honour!” Akane stated holding herself up despite the butterflies in her stomach.

The old crone nodded, “And should Akane manage to trick Happosai out of victory, I will allow my Shampoo to take my place instead and face this girl.”

Shampoo didn’t lose the frown at this time, arms still holding her husband’s leg. “When kitchen wrecker get married? Shampoo be great grandmother before find blind masochist for…. Oh, Kitchenwrecket marry Mousse? Is perfect!”

All glaring ended as Akane jumped Shampoo, Happi diving at Cologne and the rest scrambled to safety.



The tentative knock on the door made Nabiki look up from the papers scattered on her desk.

”Who is it?”

”It’s Ranma.”

With a huff, she put the large old filing box from her lap to the floor, and moved to open the door. With a quick glance she dragged him inside. He frowned at the boxes and papers spread around the room,

“Don’t ask,” she stated reading his expression as she closed the door. “So what is this about, the engagement, Akane herself, or did you really want to see me naked down in the bathroom?”

Ranma’s beat red face showed he wouldn’t be thinking about the mess of her room, and she pointed him to sit on the edge of her bed as she retook her chair by the desk and swung it to face him.

”Ah, not you, er not Akane, er, nothing about naked,” he stumbled, calming as she watched him with an impatient frown. “Look, its about me being your Mom and Akane’s master.”

“What about it?”

”I can’t do it yet,” he stated, eyes looking past her at the wall. Actually the wall into Akane’s room, but even had he developed x-ray vision, Nabiki doubted it was about her sister, motioning him to continue to a point.

”I, I can teach em stuff, but I’m not a master yet. And with this challenge Akane needs a master even faster if she thinks she’ll ever be able to beat Shampoo let alone the old letch.”

”And what would do you think you lack to be a master? Do you think someone better than you and Mom can train her?”

The black haired young man shook his head. ”Nah, probably not, but I can beat Pops up, and I can teach, but I gotta beat Pop’s where it matters most. The old man made a set of techniques, powerful techniques. I gotta make a style even stronger.”

”So?” Nabiki asked, not sure where he was going.

”Pop’s made those styles on two lifestyles, being a robber and being a burglar.”

”The Yamasen Ken and the Umisen Ken?”

”You know of them,” he asked in surprise.

”Nope,” she stated sarcastically, “Get to the point.”

”Right, well, Pop’s probably did that kind of stuff before he made then sealed those styles. Now I don’t want to steal stuff, but I think I can make another style, if I learn how to steal better than he did, I can make a stronger style, the Sabakusen Ken!”

”The thousand desert fist? Okay, what has that got to do with me?” She frowned and glared at him to hammer home the point, “I’m applying to major colleges, I don’t need you breaking the law and risking my future?”

”Exactly!” Ranma said with a big smile, “You got away with all this stuff and your not even thought badly of. Teach me how to be a con artist like you?”

Nabiki blinked several times, before her eyes stayed closed and she took a deep breath. “Firstly, if you call me a con artist ever again, you’ll wish you were born a girl. Secondly, why aren’t you talking to your fat fraudulent father, he is the con man, not me.”

Ranma wasn’t sure what kind of event would make him want to have been born a girl, but then thought he didn’t want to know. “Okay, you’re not a con artist, and that’s why you’re better than Pops. You just make people want to give you money and do stuff, you make em see things your way.”