Prologue

Lime felt his knees buckle from the twelfth consecutive blow, the latest
one having connected with his head. It was a credit to his endurance that
he had withstood the amount of force that had been used against him; most
mountains would have fared less well, but he was finally at the end. All of
his own tremendous strength amounted to nothing as his blows had not
affected his opponent in the slightest. And the pure savagery of the man
-if such a term could be used to describe the massive humanoid before him-
was enough to strike fear in Lime's massive breast, even if the huge pile
of muscle was fuchsia in color.

Lime looked past his opponent to the fallen men behind him. Over seventy of
the troops and Mint had fallen to the attacker. This one had proved himself
far more powerful than any of the others that had assaulted the army, save
the wind master calling herself Yumi Onita, and Herb had taken care of her.

The thirteenth blow effectively ended the fight, driving Lime to the
ground. With the man in tiger skins down, his opponent began shouting
triumphantly. "The Great Grond has won once again! None can defeat The
Great Grond! Not the armies with their big guns! Not the monsters of the
deep! Not the mages of Toril! And not the Chinese either!"

Seeing that he had no other adversaries, The Great Grond once again
proceeded north, and unknowingly, towards Mount Phoenix.

"Does The Great Grond usually refer to himself in the third person?"

The Great Grond looked up to see who would dare speak to him that way. It
was a girl, hovering in the air and wearing an elaborate suit of dragon
scale armor that possessed a slit down the center, showing a V of skin that
started at the neck and traveled down to her navel. A long billowing cape
that seemed to possess a life of its own flowed behind her, moving on
unfelt winds.

"White-haired girl pretty." The Great Grond drooled.

Herb-chan's eyes flared red. "That's Emperor Herb to you! How dare you
attack my armies!"

The Great Grond began posturing. "The Great Grond dares anything! The Great
Grond is powerful! The Great Grond is invincible! The Great Grond can move
mountains!"

Herb-chan's eyes narrowed as she drew a gourd from her belt. 

"The Great Grond can stop raging storms! The Great Grond has lots of
personality! The Great Grond--"

*SPLASH*

"The Great Grond is now a frog," Herb-chan said dryly as she examined what
the fuchsia-colored creature had turned into. A powerful bolt of chi energy
blew 'The Great Grond Frog' into 'The Great Grond Tiny Pieces of Frog'.

Lime returned to his feet and stared in awe at Herb-chan. "Wow! How did you
know he had a Jusenkyou curse?"

"I didn't, but since five out of the last seven people that have tried to
muscle their way past us have been cursed, it wasn't hard to guess."
Herb-chan stared at the scorched area The Great Grond had just been
occupying. Why was it so many Jusenkyou cursed people were converging on
the region?

A wave of dark clouds passed overhead, gaining Herb-chan's attention. The
skies had been perfectly clear less than five minutes ago. Of course, the
weather had been behaving oddly for the last twelve hours. It could have
been some kind of plan the Shogun had come up with. That would explain
much. The Shogun had warned Herb-chan there would be some changes in the
area, and with her improved chi abilities she now had a feel for the land
around her. It was far from a useful ability, and she had no intention of
wasting time honing it, but the subtle shift made her wonder exactly what
the Shogun had planned. That lack of knowledge was disconcerting.

Herb-chan felt a rumbling and looked towards the east. About ten miles away
a pillar of fire, at least four thousand feet high and five hundred feet
across, rose to the skies. Rather than fading away in one burst, it
remained where it was, burning like some kind of giant pyre.

Herb-chan stared at it and frowned. She really should have been more
insistent in learning the Shogun's plans, but in the end it really wasn't
any of her concern. All that mattered was that the Shogun was almost done
and all of China would soon be Herb-chan's to control. All in just two more
days.


Another dimension:
The Empire of the Five Comets:

The Seer watched as yet another possibility disappeared. There were only
two opportunities for change left, and one of them was a true long shot.
Should both fail there was a distinct possibility that nothing could be
done to prevent the end of the Earth.

And possibly everything else.


Ranma 1/2 Presents
Shampoo 1/2
Chapter 35

Those Who Would Dare Dream of Tomorrow II


All C+C greatly appreciated
You can contact me at sommer@nb.net

Azatlan has given Shampoo 1/2 a home at:
http://www.geocities.com/~azatlan/Special-Series/shampoo.html

Bloodblade has also given it a home at:
http://www.geocities.com/tokyo/towers/5920

This takes place in an Alternate Universe.

Last chapter:
After a tremendous battle between the Nerimans and Perfume and her Hunt
Pack, Shampoo volunteered to go back top China and home. All of the
Nerimans, save Nabiki, elected to travel with Shampoo. Fortunately the
group chose the vessel know as' The Worthless Piece of Shit' thereby buying
themselves some time, at least they hope. Now that the group is on the ship
small talks break out amongst the group as relationships start to reach the
points where people must now start making choices...

Side note: Captain D'Amore's name will be spelled D'Amour, what I
originally meant for it to be. When I go through the rewrite I'll change
the previous references of it to D'Amour.

This: <> Indicates Chinese
{} Indicates Thoughts
[] Indicates Sign Language (Not the panda kind)

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"Are you sure you no...I mean don't want me there?" Shampoo asked.

"Oh no! That would definitely fall under the heading of 'Bad Idea'," Ranma
assured her. He had dropped by Shampoo's cabin to reassure her that he had
not changed his mind about yesterday's conversation, but the last thing in
the world he needed when he went to talk with his parents was the perceived
source of the problem with him. His hands were going to be full enough as
it was without Shampoo being present and complicating matters. 

"Oh yeah," Ranma said as he was about to leave. "I thought you ought to
know, Kasumi's sick."

Shampoo went from a sitting position on the bed to a standing one in front
of Ranma in the blink of an eye. "What do you mean?"

"Relax," Ranma soothed. "It's not that bad. Akane was pretty sure it was
just motion sickness. Kasumi's never been on a ship before, so that's
probably all it is."

"I'm going to check on her." Shampoo was out the door before Ranma could
say anything in return.

"Well how do you like that?" he mumbled under his breath. Still, he
probably should not have been that surprised. When it came to Shampoo and
Kasumi, if one needed help the other was there. Kind of like him and Akane,
except both of them were girls. Well, Shampoo was most of the time.

He was about to close the door behind him when a red blur rushed past and
into the room. In less than a second it was in the dresser and sorting
through the clothing. 

"Hey!" Ranma shouted. "Get out of there, you old coot!" 

Happosai continued on, unabated. "I just want to make sure Shampoo's
underwear is in order. I heard there was a panty thief on board, so I'm
going to make sure all of her things are safe. You can never be too careful
with such precious articles of clothing." He began tossing garments on the
floor.

"Knock it off! That ain't even her stuff. She just borrowed it from
Perfume."

"Ah ha!" Happosai shouted triumphantly and held several items up for Ranma
to see. "Somehow I doubt if this is the sort of stuff that Perfume would
loan out." He waved a matching set of lacy red bra and panties high in the
air. 

Ranma couldn't help noticing that the material that was supposed to cover
the most private of parts was missing. He pitied poor Shampoo; she had
received defective clothes. Obviously they were useless.

"I thought I saw Shampoo in the lingerie shop earlier. Who did she want to
impress with these, I wonder?" He waved them tauntingly before Ranma.

"Impress?" Ranma's brain finally kicked into gear as to why Shampoo had
gotten such 'useless' items, and exactly who she wanted to impress with
them.

"Ha ha! Boy, you're turning as red as my gi!"

Ranma tried to snatch the risqué underwear out of Happosai's grasp, but was
far too slow as the master darted just out of reach. "Those ain't yours so
give them back!"

Happosai avoided another thrust. "Oh, so you want them now, do you?"

"Yes!"

"I'll make a deal with you. I'll give them back if you'll wear them for me.
And as a girl, not as a guy like the last set you ruined!"

"No way!" Ranma reached for him again, only to meet with air. 

"No wear, no clothes." Happosai used Ranma's head as a springboard and
bounced out of the room.

"Give me those!" Ranma set off in pursuit.


Shampoo hurried to Kasumi's cabin and burst in. Kasumi had been resting on
her bed when she turned, startled at the intrusion. She relaxed once she
saw who her visitor was. "Shampoo, I love having you here, but please knock
first."

"Sorry," Shampoo said sheepishly as she closed the door behind her. The
eldest Tendo girl started to rise, but was gently pushed down by the
purple-haired Amazon. "You rest." It was said softly, but with an
underlying tone of command.

"But I'm feeling much better," Kasumi insisted.

Shampoo placed her restraining hand on Kasumi once more. "Stay still. I'll
take care of you." The hand moved to Kasumi's temple to see if she felt
unusually warm.

"I'm certain it's just motion sickness. I've never been on a ship before."

"That's what Ranma told me, but I'll stay here and make sure." Shampoo
retrieved a chair and took up a position next to the bed, telling Kasumi
she would get whatever was needed. 

It felt odd to Kasumi that someone else should be taking care of her. It
was a good feeling, but at the same time she knew part of that enjoyment
was because of who was doing it. She relaxed a little bit and began
talking. "Have you figured out a way to keep your people from finding out
about the curse?"

"No." Shampoo was still at a loss of how to go about solving the dilemma.
There had to be some way to do it. There just had to.

"Would your people really hurt you if they find out?"

Shampoo nodded. "It's one of our most sacred laws. If it was not for our
greatest leader specifically ordering the spring remain untouched, it would
have been destroyed centuries ago. If my people discover my curse, I'm
doomed." Shampoo bowed her head. Admitting that the people she had grown up
with almost her entire life would do that to her still hurt.

"What if," Kasumi paused to moisten her lips. "What if you were in your
male form? They wouldn't have anyway of knowing it was really you, would
they? You'd be safe then."

Shampoo shook her head. "It would be only temporary. For running twice, my
people would always be on the lookout for me. Some would hunt me down and
try to bring me back. And even if I tried to hide, the odds are someone
would eventually find me."

"What if you were locked in your male form? They wouldn't be able to find
you then. You could live your life out as a man."

She considered what Kasumi proposed. "I don't want to be a boy for the rest
of my life."

"But the alternative..." Kasumi let that trail off. 

Shampoo's brow creased as she forced herself to think along those lines.
She did not want to be a male, but the loathing that had first accompanied
the curse was gone. She willingly switched genders back and forth like most
people changed clothing, and if a situation called for it she would splash
herself with cold water without hesitation. Even getting caught in the rain
didn't bother her anymore. Her hairstyle had been altered for so long she
had almost forgotten what it was like before the curse. Almost all of her
clothes were now unisex, like Ranma's. She had adapted to the curse almost
totally. But to lose her femininity entirely, even if it meant saving her
life, seemed like too much. Even worse than that, it would also mean
forsaking Ranma. He might not mind her being cursed and unable to bear
children, but there was absolutely no way he would go for a relationship
with someone that was male all the time, even if that someone's soul was
that of a woman. 

Kasumi reached out and grasped Shampoo's hand. "If you do, I promise you
won't be alone."

Shampoo gaped at her in astonishment.

"I remember what you said to me when I was under the effects of the love
pill," Kasumi said, maintaining her handhold. "It took a while, but the
memories eventually came back. You said you wouldn't let me be alone, even
though it would have meant a sacrifice for you. Well, I promise you, you
won't be alone either, and I wouldn't think it was a sacrifice at all."

Shampoo panicked and tore her hand out of Kasumi's. "Shampoo just
remembered, I have to go see great grandmother about some Amazon things."
She realized she was speaking too quickly and relaxed. "Do you think you'll
be all right?"

Kasumi was taken aback from Shampoo's initial reaction, but seeing Shampoo
calm down, relaxed as well. "Yes. I'll be fine."

"Good," Shampoo said curtly and made left the cabin. Visiting her friend
had certainly led to some unexpected things. If there was no other way,
could she sacrifice her womanhood to stay alive? Kasumi was all but telling
her she could have a life as a man with the eldest Tendo; the same thing
Shampoo had done at the beach. An offer of commitment freely given. All
that was needed was to accept or refuse.

She shook her head. Taking that particular course of action would require
some thought, and surely there was something else that could be done
besides giving up any chance of becoming a woman ever again. There had to
be some other way.


Akane sat in her room, waiting for Ranma. He was supposed to come by to
pick her up for the meeting with the parents. The two of them were going to
make a united front in their decision. Well, Ranma's decision, which she
was going to back.

"He's late, the jerk." Her words held none of the anger they usually did.
The phrase was used more out of habit than anything else. It had all been
so simple: Get married to Ranma. Go on honeymoon. Live happily ever after,
eventually. Pretty simple. Well, more like relatively simple if it involved
Ranma. Nothing was ever truly simple with him. That was both a good and bad
thing. He was certainly more interesting than any other boy she had ever
known. He was also more frustrating than any man alive. That was the
dichotomy which had compelled her to fall in love with him, even if she
hadn't wanted to admit it until yesterday.

Out of control. Something every martial artist was supposed to prevent from
happening to them, but it had happened to her. Then again, nothing could
corral love, now could it? It overrode everything else. Anger, jealousy,
envy, frustration. All were things she had felt before and after meeting
Ranma. All of them had been laid low, or at least beaten into submission
momentarily, by Akane and her acceptance of what she felt for her fiancé. 

Now if only the jerk felt the same way about her.

He just had to have feelings for Shampoo. How could he have not known about
them beforehand? Akane had seen it. The Amazon had tried to put the moves
on Ranma for months. So if he had wanted to get out of the engagement he
could have run off at any time. But instead he had waited until the last
minute, when Shampoo dragged him away and tried to run off with him. And he
went along with her, sort of.

The jerk.

Now it was different. Now he wanted time to figure things out. Why should
that be? Hadn't he have months to try to sort out his feelings about the
two of them? He should have figured out who he cared for months ago. None
of this indecision should have been occurring.

Hypocrite.

That one was not directed towards Ranma. Akane had not understood how she
felt about him until confronted with the idea that he might leave her
forever. She couldn't tell him how she felt until yesterday. Oh yes, Akane
Tendo was SO much more decisive than her fiancé. 

That was past her. She had made her choice. Now all she had to worry about
was Ranma's decision, and the rest of the problems life was going to throw
at her afterwards. 

The waiting was the worst thing of all.

A knock on the door snapped her out of her reverie. It was about time Ranma
showed up. How should she react to his being late? In the past it would
have been irritation and anger, and now it had been made more intense by
the trepidation she felt. But might that not drive him away? Perhaps it was
time to be more...understanding of his feelings. As long as he at least
tried to extend the same courtesy to her. She wasn't the only one that was
going to have to change, at least a little bit, to make things truly work
between the two of them. But for a change she was going to give him the
benefit of the doubt, at least for a little while. It wasn't like he was
cruel by nature. It was just that they seemed to push all the wrong buttons
with one another, at least some of the time. Maybe they could put the worst
of those times behind them. Hopefully.

All of that went through her mind as she tried smiling to put Ranma at ease
and opened the door. "It's about time you showed up." That part hadn't come
out right. So much for understanding. Apparently she was going to need a
little more practice before it became second nature to her. However, once
she got a good look at her visitor's face, she realized that offending
Ranma with what she had just said was no longer a concern.

"I'm glad you were expecting me," Tarou said as he brushed past the
surprised Akane and stood in the center of the room, looking expectedly at
her. He appeared still somewhat beaten, despite falling asleep when he
arrived on the ship and resting almost a full twenty four hours. As great
as his powers of recovery were, they were still a far cry from Ranma's.

"Hi, Tarou. Umm, I was expecting someone...else." 

Tarou appeared a little crestfallen at that. "Fem-boy?"

"Don't call him that, please."

Tarou shook his head. "You have my heart, but not my head. I speak my mind
no matter what. Sorry if that upsets you," his voice actually softened a
little. "I am, but I call them like I see them."

She understood, sort of, and there was the problem with the other part of
what he had just said. She wasn't used to someone being so straightforward
with her, even him. "I know why you're here and why you said what you did
at the wedding. I understand how you feel. You mean a lot to me, but I have
to marry Ranma."

"You mean the guy that dumped you at the altar yesterday?" He heavily
emphasized the last word.

"H...he didn't dump me," she insisted. "He's just confused because of what
Shampoo did. It's all her fault!"

Tarou moved from the middle of the room to stand next to Akane, placing his
hands on his hips as he confronted her. "I may love you so much it hurts
sometimes, but girl, you've got to get a reality check. She did not make
him do anything he didn't want to do. The only reason he went off with her
was because he WANTED to. The only reason he called off the wedding was
because he WANTED to. The only reason he's going with her now is because he
WANTS to. And if you weren't so close to the matter you'd see that."

"You're wrong," she protested so softly she was almost inaudible. "He
doesn't love her. He's just protecting her. That's the way he is. If it
were me, or anyone else, he'd be doing the same thing."

"Oh I don't deny he's a sap, and would do something like that for anyone,
but he isn't doing this for her for any other reason then the urging he's
getting from his pants."

"He is not that way!"

Tarou shook his head in frustration. Akane was the only one worth the grief
of trying to explain things that were so obvious. Anyone else and he would
have given up on them. It was time to do something different. "He had a
choice between marrying you or going with her. He made his choice." 

"She just manipulated him!"

"She loves him. Do you think that if you love someone and try to win their
heart it's nothing more than manipulation?"

"No," she said with little confidence.

"Do you think I'm manipulating you?"

Akane was caught off-guard by the question. "Of course not. You wouldn't do
something like that."

"Not to you, no. But I can't deny I've got a bit of your sister in me.
Sometimes I'm a little manipulative. I'm no angel, Akane, but everything
I've said about you is true. And everything I'm telling you about Ranma and
Shampoo is true. If you keep going on like this he's going to hurt you, and
I don't want that to happen. I want to protect you."

"Ranma wouldn't hurt me. You don't have to protect me."

"He won't hurt you?" Tarou snorted contemptuously at that. "What do you
call what he did to you yesterday?"

Silence was all that answered the question.

"That's what I thought." He began grinning smugly. "He's too busy
protecting Shampoo to worry about you now. He's discarded you, Akane. He's
an insensitive idiot that can't see what the best thing going today is. All
he's worried about is his Chinese slut and the problems she has. Let him
have her. Let go now, otherwise he's just going to hurt you some more."

"He won't do that." 

Tarou shook his head. Why did she have to make things so hard? "Has he said
anything about getting married since yesterday?"

"He said he wants to wait until this is all over."

Tarou laughed at that. "Oh no! He'd never dream of hurting you. Just
because he knows how badly you want to get married and wants to postpone
the thing until whenever is no reason to think he doesn't have your best
interests at heart."

"He has to know how he feels about me first," she said softly. Why was
Tarou twisting things around to make it sound like Ranma didn't love her?
What he was saying made sense, but it couldn't be true.

"If he doesn't know how he feels about you then it isn't love. With love
there aren't any doubts. I know. I don't have any. I've overcome everything
for you. When we first met I managed to tell you my last name. Up until
then, whenever any girl asked me that, I'd just run away. But not from you.
I've gone out of my way to make you happy. That's something I've never done
for anyone. I've even accepted my name, to show you that I fear nothing so
much as losing you. I love you."

Akane shook her head. "Don't say things like that!"

"Why?" Tarou insisted. "Because it makes you afraid? You aren't used to
someone being open with you, or is it maybe because it makes you doubt how
you think you feel about Fem-boy? Are you afraid of me?"

"No."

"Then trust me,"  he pleaded. "Just look at what you're doing. You are
going to China to risk your life over someone you hate, who has the heart
of the man you're supposed to marry, and all because of your fiancé. What
kind of a guy does that to someone that he's supposed to love? I know damn
well I wouldn't do that to you. Let him go."

Akane shook her head. "I can't. I love him."

"YOU IDIOT!!!" Tarou at last snapped. For the first time in years he had
lost total emotional control. "How can you say that?! I'm more handsome! A
better martial artist! Smarter! More powerful! I've got a better
personality! I'm a real man and not some gender bending freak! He's just a
two-timing user of women! He isn't worthy of your love!"

"Tarou, calm down." She moved closer, trying to placate him. 

He seized her roughly by the shoulders. "I should just grab you and fly off
this scow! If you won't protect yourself then I'll do it for you!"

"Don't you dare!" She tried wriggling out of his grasp, but the more
powerful youth held tight.

"Fine." He kept his hands where they were. "For now. But no matter what
happens I won't let you get hurt." 

And with that he drew her close and kissed her, pouring all of his love
into it. She was too much in shock to do anything other then fall limp in
his grasp. The embrace lasted but a moment before he let go of her
completely. 

"That's so you realize there's someone waiting for you that really loves
you. I hope you come to your senses soon, though. Otherwise the pain of
when he totally abandons you is just going to get worse." He departed out
of the room with only one backward glance. "And then I'll kill him."

Akane remained where she was, then slumped to her knees, murmuring "Tarou
no baka," under her breath.


"Give me those, you little creep!" Ranma could feel the silky garments
brush against his fingertips. Slowly he had been gaining on the perverted
one. All he needed was another centimeter and they would be his. Of course
that had been all he needed two other times, yet the old master put on a
burst of speed, widening the distance between the two.

Then he did it. He grasped the end of the bra, freeing it from Happosai's
clutches. Surprisingly his second grab retrieved the bottoms of them as
well.

"HA HA!" he shouted out triumphantly and waved them in the air. "I rescued
them from you!"

"Boy! You have no idea of how disappointed I am in you! Following in the
master's footsteps. I thought I taught you better than that!"

"Son! Is this the sort of behavior Akane is going to have to expect from
you from now on?!"

"Ranma, I truly hope those are Akane's undergarments."

Ranma turned in fear to see that he had 'liberated' the lingerie right in
front of his parents cabin. Apparently they had opened the door just as he
had completed his jubilant declaration, missing everything that had
happened before. His father and Soun were crying about Happosai now having
a true disciple while his mother just looked at him expectantly.

"It ain't like that!" He protested, waving his hands before them, the
underwear still in his grasp. "It was that old co..." He trailed off as he
realized Happosai was long gone. 


Happosai continued bouncing down the corridor. The plan had gone off
without a hitch. "That's what you get for refusing to play model for me,
little punk. Maybe next time you'll learn to respect your elders." It was
time to make a run down the Amazon wing again. So many cuties and so little
time to give each one the attention they deserved. Still, he would try his
best.


"The old goat set me up," Ranma complained.

"That's irrelevant right now," Nodoka said, insisting Ranma make himself
comfortable.

Things were not going quite the way Ranma had hoped. The plan was to get
Akane and meet the parents to tell them the wedding was postponed,
together. But that wasn't going to be. Maybe things were going to work out
for the best. All the disappointment would be directed at him, and it would
save Akane from the protests the trio were going to make. And it was all
his fault. Why should Akane suffer for his actions? He knew what it was
like to suffer from his father's mistakes. In that he could be better than
the old man.

He sat down before the trio. There was a cigarette dangling from Soun's
mouth; a bad sign. Genma looked about just as pleased. Nodoka appeared the
least harsh, looking over Ranma with a mixture of love and concern. 

"You guys are probably wondering exactly why...ah...things turned out like
they did."

"That's something of an understatement," Nodoka said. "Right now you're
supposed to be married and on your honeymoon."

"It's not too late to make this your wedding cruise, though," Genma pointed
out. He quieted down when he noticed the glare he received from his wife
that told him who would be running the conversation.

"Honeymoon. Right." Ranma tried figuring out how to explain things. Dealing
with his parents was not easy. It took him a moment to settle on an
explanation. 

"That's been put off indefinitely." There was something to be said for
taking the direct approach...

"WHAT?!!!"

...unfortunately, it wasn't good. "Now let me explain."

"You had better do some explaining, and quick, son!" Soun warned, his
cigarette having hit the floor upon Ranma's declaration.

"Akane and I talked it over. We agreed it would be best if we waited a
while. We're kind of unsure about how fast everything went."

The three parents looked visibly relieved. 

"And this delay has nothing to do with Shampoo, correct?" Nodoka asked.

Ranma began fidgeting. How was he to respond to that one? Maybe the slow
answer approach would be used this time. Especially since he didn't know
how to explain things and his last answering technique had turned into a
bust.

"Ranma," Nodoka's voice took on a tone of warning.

He remained silent.

"This has nothing to do with Shampoo, does it?" The tone was louder than
the first time she said it.

"Maybe it sort of does, sort of," he answered reluctantly. He hated doing
that to his mother. Of all the things he wanted to avoid, disappointing her
was the first on the list. They still hadn't had any real time to just talk
together and be a normal mother and son.

Nodoka turned to Genma and hissed. "This is all your fault, isn't it?"

"No! I always told the boy he had to marry a Tendo."

"It ain't his fault." Ranma surprised himself by defending his father. "For
a change."

"Then why, Ranma?" Nodoka almost pleaded as she looked upon her son.

"It's not like anyone ever believes me, but I'll tell you anyway." Ranma
felt his heart sink. He was going to disappoint all of them, but there was
no other way or he would have taken it. "I'm confused about how I feel
about both Akane and Shampoo. You see, just Shampoo told me how she felt
about me yesterday."

"Then you're just confused because of that," Nodoka insisted.

"Not exactly. I think I kind of suspected it, but didn't want to admit to
it cause it would have messed up everything. But now that she said it right
to my face, and I can't deny I might feel the same way about her. Except I
don't know, and maybe I lo...like Akane."

Nodoka sighed. "It's unfortunate Akane's not more open-minded about a
mistress."

Ranma pictured that in his mind for all of two seconds. He could barely
handle either of the girls as it was. Once he was married to either one he
was going to have his hands more than full for the rest of his life. Put
the two of them together and it would have meant the death of him within
five years. He'd have to go on a training journey for at least as long as
his father had just to stay alive. He cared for them both deeply, and did
not want to hurt either of them, but there was such a thing as too much. No
matter how much of a 'man among men' he was, he was still only human. "I
think I can safely say not one of us would go for that."

"You have to marry Akane, son," Soun insisted. 

"Yes. It's a matter of honor," Genma agreed.

Ranma took a deep breath. "Look, Akane and I talked it over. Neither one of
us wants to be in a loveless marriage. I can't do that to her. I won't make
her miserable for the rest of her life."

"Well, there's always Kasumi or Nabiki, I suppose." Soun and Genma began
talking amongst themselves.

"I wouldn't do that to Kasumi either, or do that to myself if you tried
hooking me up to that extortionist."

"Then you'll have to marry Akane," Soun insisted.

Genma nodded. "It's a matter of honor and not subject to debate. There's no
way around it. You will marry a Tendo."

For all of the fathers posturing, it was the disapproving stare of his
mother that bothered Ranma the most. It was her respect he wanted more than
anything. 

Why did the parents have to be so stubborn? Why couldn't they just let go
of the promise and let him marry whoever would make him the happiest? But
then again, they agreed to marry him off to someone he had never met before
he could even walk. His happiness was never a consideration of theirs.

Despite the anger he felt over that, the desire to please his mother was
still there. He couldn't bring himself to hurt her. 

He cleared his throat. "Look, Akane and I talked a while and agreed to
postpone the wedding. So it ain't like it's off or nothing. It's
just...delayed. That's all." He was thankful Shampoo was not around to hear
him waffle like that. The last thing he needed was for the Amazon to start
harassing him. And if the old ghoul got involved then he'd never have a
moment's peace. No. Shampoo would not be finding out what happened in this
particular conversation.

"So you're still going to marry her?" Nodoka asked with an even voice.

"We haven't officially called off the wedding, so it's still on. But
there's no way anything can happen until after this whole Amazon mess is
over."

The parents looked somewhat placated by that.

"Well, I got things to do to try to help Shampoo. See ya'." He hugged his
mother good-bye and shot his father a cold stare, then left the cabin,
feeling like a heel. Akane would probably be happy about the way things
went. At least there was that.


Aki Yoshida tried following the numbers along the cabin doors once more.
That was usually a pretty reliable way of getting from place to place.
However, when she took her eyes off of them, even for a second, they'd
change and she'd lose her way again. At the moment she was within fifty
numbers of the room she wanted, and was about to cry out in joy at being so
close to her goal when someone gained her attention.

"Excuse me, Miss?"

Aki reflexively answered the nasally whine. It appeared to be one of the
Amazons. "You're Condom, right?"

"NO!!!" the girl protested. "I'm Tablet! What kind of stupid name is
Condom?"

Aki shrugged, "I knew someone named Trojan, once. So it ain't that weird to
me. What did you want?"

Tablet whined some more. "I can't find any lifeboats."

"That's because there aren't any. The captain's philosophy is, if he has to
go down with the ship, so does everyone else," Aki explained.

Tablet wandered off, whining about how she was never going to get back home
alive.

Aki watched her departing form, then realized what she had done and looked
back to the cabin room numbers. She was now somewhere around three hundred
rooms away. "I didn't even move! How the hell did that happen?!" She began
yelling at the ship. "Do you hate me?! Is that it?! Do you want me to never
find anything on here, or is that you like to see me suffer?!" 

The ship didn't respond.

"Ah, my bandanna-clad temptress, do not weep at your misfortune." Kunou
appeared and maneuvered his hands behind his back, then thrust a bouquet of
red roses forward. 

"For me?" Aki said quietly and accepted the bouquet, breathing in its
intoxicating fragrance. "No one ever gets me flowers. Thank you!" She
embraced him.

"Ah, to accept the gratitude of one...most...ah." Kunou suddenly found
himself out of breath as the air was squeezed out of his lungs and pain
began to shoot out from his back. 

"That's so sweet of you. Except for Ryouga, I haven't met a gentleman
around here for months. Thank--," she stopped talking as she heard a grunt
of pain come from Kunou. She released him, only to see that he was nearly
bent in half from the pressure she had applied. She'd done it again.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to break you like that. Sometimes I get carried
away."

"It's quite....all right. I am...used...to it. I...shall...make my way...to
my...cabin." Somehow Kunou managed to leave under his own power and headed
for his cabin, leaving Aki to sigh mournfully. She was never going to find
anyone tough enough to withstand her.

Once more she set upon her course until coming upon one of her fellow
crewmen. She made a quick request for him to lead her to the cabin she
sought, and a few minutes later ended up at the room. The crewman left as
she gave a powerful rap on the door.

"Enter."

Aki went inside to see Kyoko Onamuri. She took a moment to examine her
cousin's girlfriend. "Where'd you get the cheerleader outfit?"

"The captain gave one to me and Ai. He has a whole closet filled with all
sorts of outfits. There were French maid outfits, police women uniforms,
airline stewardess outfits, naughty nurse ensembles, a giant teddy bear
costume, and all sorts of other ones, and then he wanted me to try them on
for him even though I have a boyfriend."

"That's because the man's a pig."

Kyoko looked suspiciously at her visitor. "What are you doing here anyway?"

Aki held up her hands. "Relax. I'm not here to kill you."

"The others told me why you tried to do that," Kyoko said. "That still
doesn't tell me why you're here."

"I just want to meet my cousin's girlfriend in order to get to know her
better." And make sure she was worthy of Ryouga. From the brief time the
two of them had met, it had been easy for Aki to tell that Ryouga was
desperate for attention from the opposite sex, and would probably grab the
first thing that came onto him. Someone had to watch out for his interests,
and what better judge of character than her?

Kyoko nodded. "I guess it would be good to know you better. We're going to
be family someday."

That stunned Aki. "Ryouga's proposed to you?"

"Not yet. But he will." Kyoko could not help smiling in anticipation for
that happy day. "We're perfect for one another."

"Perfect? In what way?"

"We just are. We love each other."

"Oh," Aki said. "Have you two had sex yet?"

Kyoko nearly fell over in shock. "Of course not! That's just not proper!
We're going to wait until we get married."

"Relax! I just wanted to make sure you guys are sexually compatible. That's
a big part of marriage you know."

Kyoko gazed suspiciously at Aki. "Are you sure that's the only reason
you're asking?"

Aki mirrored Kyoko's suspicious gaze. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"What were you doing in Ryouga's bed the last time he was here?"

"What do you think I was doing?"

Kyoko's eyes narrowed further. "Tell me."

Once more Aki mirrored Kyoko's gaze. "Not that it's any of your business,
but I was trying to sleep with him."

"You were trying to sleep with your cousin?"

"It happened before I knew who he was. Of course, that sort of thing isn't
exactly unheard of back home, but it's just not my thing."

"So if he wasn't family you would have done that sort of thing with him?"
Kyoko's voice had dropped a great deal from its usually high pitch.

Aki's normally husky voice dropped the same amount. "In an instant."

Kyoko leaned close enough that the two were almost nose to nose. "Is the
b-word the only thing that makes you crazy?"

Aki leaned forward so that there was no more than a millimeter between the
two's noses. "Yep."

"Slut," Kyoko said, not in anger, but as though she was stating a fact.

Aki backed off and gave one of her cutesy smiles. "We seem to be getting
off on the wrong foot. Why don't we do something together?"

Kyoko's expression did not change as she continued to stare flatly at Aki.
"Like what?"

"How about I take you fishing?"


Ryouga wandered about the ship, asking everyone if they had seen Aki. He
tried to make certain he stayed above the decks, lest he become lost and
never be seen again, but after an hour the best he had come up with was a
crewman that said he had seen Aki going fishing with Kyoko. That was a
pleasant thought. The two of them were getting along after the
misunderstanding from the other day. 

As Ryouga searched he took notice of the weather. It was behaving so
abnormally one would think they were still in Nerima. It had already rained
five times and hailed twice in two hours, which would not have been so odd
save that the sunlight showed in-between each time, as though it hadn't
rained at all. It was just plain weird.

Ryouga was still in the middle of his search when two girls sprang out from
around the corner ahead. An ambush. It took only a moment for Ryouga to
recognize his two opponents from the other day: Foam and Soap.

Ryouga dropped into a defensive stance. "What are you two doing? Are you
trying to get revenge?"

The two Amazons began talking to one another in Chinese. Eventually Foam
spoke up. "We no want to fight. We only fight because we need Shampoo. Now
we have Shampoo, so no need to fight."

"What do you want then?"

"What name?" 

"Ryouga Hibiki."

Foam nodded her head in approval. "Like name. It strong name. Ryouga
impress Foam and Soap very much. Take much punishment and very strong.
Ryouga would no beat Foam and Soap, but put up good fight."

Ryouga became embarrassed by the praise, placing his hand behind his head
as he began laughing nervously. "Thanks."

Ryouga suddenly became aware of the fact that the Amazons had suddenly
moved next to him, one in front and one in back.

"Ryouga is very strong. Foam and Soap want to..." Foam rubbed her body
against his. "...see how strong Ryouga is in bed. Ryouga strong in bed,
yes?"

"In b...b...bed?"

"At same time. Is opportunity many mens would want. We make, how does
Ryouga say, Amazon sandwich."

Soap moved her hands along Ryouga's backside. That, along with the blood he
felt rushing to his nose was all it took to snap him out of his trance. He
took off running in some random direction, leaving the duo to watch the
dust cloud he had left behind.

"" Soap said, disappointed. Foam simply nodded her head in
agreement.


Ukyou barely got out of the way of the fleeing Ryouga in time. He was more
than ten feet past her before she shouted at him to stop. "Hey, what's
going on?" She asked as he caught his breath.

"Amazons," he gasped. 

"Did they try to attack you?" Ukyou drew her spatula. "Don't worry. I'll
help."

"It's not that."

Ukyou's eyebrow shot up. "Oh? What was it then?"

Ryouga paused as he tried to figure out what to say next. Ukyou had reacted
badly to the revelation that he and Aki had slept in the same bed, so there
was no way he was going to tell her that two of the Amazons had just tried
to jump in the sack with him together. "They just wanted me to give them a
hard time."

"What?!"

"I meant they were just giving me a hard time!" Ryouga panicked. He had to
change the subject "Where's Ai?" 

"Got me."

"You don't know?" That was a surprise. The two girls did nearly everything
together any more.

"I'm not her keeper. The last thing she told me was that she was going to
try to find a cheerleader outfit. Her dress was pretty trashed from the
fight. Not that my suit's that much better." She fingered the clothing. It
had a couple of holes in it and needed to be cleaned and pressed badly.

"Yeah. It's a good thing I had a couple of spare sets of clothes left over
from the last time I was here." Aki had been kind enough to sew some and
save them for him in the hopes Ryouga would return someday. 

"I'll get by," Ukyou said. "I'm sorry I was angry with your cousin. I'll
make it up to her later."

"Thanks." That was a relief. Now Aki would get along with both of his
friends.

Ukyou became pensive. "Ryouga, why are you here?"

"Do you mean why am I helping Shampoo, or do you mean in a metaphysical
sense?" 

Ukyou almost said the latter just to see if he really could explain it.
"Why are you helping Shampoo?"

"Originally it was because you were coming, but now I think I'd have come
anyway."

"Why? You don't even like Shampoo."

"Well," Ryouga let out reluctantly. "Just because I really don't care much
for her or Ranma doesn't mean I want them dead. And it's not like I hate
Shampoo or anything, even if she did knock me into one of the springs. And
if nothing else, there's no reason why she should be killed just because
she's been cursed. It's just wrong. I have to do something."

Ukyou nodded. "I just wanted to make sure you weren't doing it for me."

"I'd be here anyway for you, but it's not the only reason." 

"Good. Now I have to do some more thinking, so if you don't mind I'll be
going." She turned to go, but paused before going too far. "Ryouga?"

"Yes?"

"I'd have come along for you too."

He felt himself blush as he looked to the ground. "Thanks."

"Take care."

"You too." Ukyou continued on.

Ryouga again began his search for Aki, finally discovering her leaning next
to a rail, fishing over the side with a large pole. 

"Hey, cuz!" She waved to Ryouga.

"Hi. Where's Kyoko? I heard she was fishing with you."

"Nope. You heard wrong. I'm fishing with Kyoko."

Ryouga scratched his head. "Umm, Aki, that's what I just said."

"No. It isn't." She returned her attention to fishing.

"Yes it is." He began to wonder of yesterday's incident had a more lasting
effect than what he originally thought. "Aki," he said slowly. "I just said
Kyoko was fishing with you."

"And I told you I'm fishing with Kyoko."

Ryouga was about to correct her again when something about the way Aki
phrased that clicked. "Oh no! Don't tell me you're..."

Aki smiled and reeled in the line. As it was reeled up to the top, the bait
Aki was using finally became visible. Kyoko was wrapped up in chains on the
end of the line. 

Aki examined her closely. "I see you haven't caught anything yet. You just
don't seem to be getting the hang of fishing. Back you go." She began to
release the line once more.

"WWWAAAAHHHH!!! Save me Ryouga-kun! She's trying to feed me to the sharks!"

"KYOKO!!!" Ryouga rushed over and snagged the line before Kyoko was lowered
any further. Quickly he brought her back onto the ship and snapped her
bonds. Kyoko immediately embraced Ryouga, sniffling mightily.

"Just what do you think you're doing?!" Ryouga was surprised to find his
anger building at his cousin.

"Oh, relax." Aki said nonchalantly. "If I was seriously trying to feed her
to the sharks I'd have chummed the waters first."

"That's no excuse." Ryouga dried a few of Kyoko's tears. "You all right?"

"Yes," Kyoko sniffled.

"Why don't you go back to your room? I'll take care of this." He turned to
Aki.

"But Ryouga-" Kyoko started to say.

"Go back. Please."

Kyoko gave him a hurt look, but did as she was told. Once she was gone
Ryouga turned to Aki. "What was that all about?"

Aki became angry. Ryouga was stepping way out of line. "It was a private
matter."

"She's my friend. It is my business."

Aki tried to control her temper. "She called me a slut! There's no way I
was going to let that pass. And if you think just because she's your girl
that makes her off limits, think again. I deal with people on the basis of
who they are, not who they know. If she's going to shoot her mouth off, she
pays the price. And if you got a problem with me defending myself then I
got a problem with you, family or no."

Ryouga was somewhat taken aback by Aki's intensity. "She called you that?"

"She did."

That was different. Aki was more than entitled to defend her honor. "I
apologize for her then. She shouldn't have said that. She just gets
defensive sometimes."

"Let her do her own apologizing. Maybe I'll accept it." But that wasn't
likely. Something about the cheerleader rubbed Aki wrong. "Look, my
problem's with her, not you. I don't want to let something like this spoil
our reunion. As long as she keeps her mouth shut I promise to not fish with
her again. Will that make you happy?"

"Yes. As long as you don't try to show her the floor of the ocean by tying
her to the anchor and throwing her overboard."

"Aww! You spoil all my fun." 

"I know you too well."

Aki gave him a wide smile. Things were back to normal. 


"" Boudoir said to her companions.

Rei Za and Shi Fan shook their heads disapprovingly. "" Shi Fan
warned.

Boudoir waved the warning off. "" Both Rei Za and Shi Fan backed away fearfully from Boudoir. She
was about to reproach them when she felt the presence behind her. Boudoir
turned.

"" she said haughtily. After saying all of those
things in front of her companions, Boudoir was not about to back down
because Shampoo looked a little angry.

When Shampoo did nothing more than stare at her, Boudoir began to go on.
"" 

Boudoir suddenly found a hand clamped around her jaw. Before she could
react Shampoo rammed her head into the metal wall four times in rapid
succession, giving Boudoir a major concussion as a metal panel on the wall
buckled with the fourth blow. Everything became hazy for Boudoir, and she
was only dimly aware of being dragged along by her hair somewhere.

Shampoo continued towing Boudoir out to the rear deck as Rei Za and Shi Fan
followed. It seemed a little rough, but Boudoir had been shooting off her
mouth, and it was within Shampoo's rights to answer such a challenge.

Shampoo stopped at the railing on the end of the ship, releasing Boudoir's
hair and grabbing her by the ankle. With hardly any effort Boudoir was
suddenly dangling over the side, right above the propellers. All it would
take was Shampoo to release her grip and the suspended Amazon would plunge
to her death.

"" Shampoo told Rei Za and Shi
Fan, who were taken aback by the anger on Shampoo's face. "" Shampoo shook
Boudoir back and forth. "" 

And with that Shampoo threw Boudoir back on board, the nearly unconscious
girl landing at the feet of Rei Za and Shi Fan. Shampoo walked off, leaving
the others to deliver the message.

It was not long before Shampoo came across Aki, who was looking over a
railing at the water below. Ryouga had left only a short while ago, but she
wanted to continue enjoying the air, and the peculiar weather. If she
didn't know better, she would have sworn there was a dark bank of clouds
that was moving against the wind and in the direction of the ship.

"Hey, Shamps. What's happening?"

"I beat up one of my sisters to warn the others what would happen if they
tried to hit on Ranma."

"Good for you." Aki clapped Shampoo on the back. She could appreciate
brusque gestures of intimidation. "Hey! I want to ask you something."

"Go ahead." Shampoo liked Aki. She was blunt and to the point, something
Shampoo could respect.

"Now, none of the others told me, but you seem to be in some kind of
trouble with your people. I forgot to ask Ryouga, but I heard Ranma's dad
talking about you getting killed if something happened. What's up with
that?" 

Shampoo sighed. It was true that the fewer people that knew about her
situation the better, but Aki was aware of the curse and could be trusted.
Their trip to Pangea proved that.

"It has to do with my-" Shampoo didn't get any farther as a sudden downpour
from the clouds Aki had noticed earlier hit the ship. The rain lasted for
all of ten seconds, then stopped, leaving a soaking wet Shampoo-kun and
Aki.

"Weird weather we're having, wouldn't you say?" Aki said as cheerfully as
she could as she brushed back her wet mop of hair.

It was at that moment that Tablet, Sash, So Fu and Lin Fhall came upon the
duo. The group was still about thirty feet away, but even from there could
make out Shampoo-kun's features.

"" So Fu practically went into heat.

"" Tablet moaned in agreement. Maybe she wouldn't mind
sharing his germs.

"" Sash ran away, crying.

Tablet smiled as Sash ran off. There was one less in the competition to bag
that handsome male.

*ACHOO*

Tablet turned slowly to the person that had sneezed on her.

"" Lin said as she wiped her nose. ""

Tablet shook for exactly two seconds before screaming about being
contaminated and how she had to get to her antibiotics before it was too
late. 

Lin smiled at the retreating form. "" She stared at So Fu. There was no easy way to get rid of her.
"" Lin offered.

"" So Fu suggested, not wishing to expend
herself in a fight.

"" 

The girls shook hands then approached Shampoo-kun, each trying to look as
seductive as possible. "" So Fu began, hoping the boy spoke
Chinese. ""

Aki began to laugh. ""

A hand was clamped over her mouth. "< --Sheng.>"

"" Lin asked.

Shampoo-kun shook his head. ""

"" both girls said simultaneously.

Shampoo-kun tried to keep from retching. This was exceptionally bad. He
recognized an all too familiar look of lust in their eyes. It was the same
one most Japanese girls gave him, but it was made all the worse that these
were girls he had grown up with. Something had to be done before one of
them tried luring him into a fight and really messed things up.

Aki was trying to figure out why Shampoo-kun would be hiding his true
identity from his fellow villagers when an arm wrapped itself around her
waist.

"" Shampoo-kun hoped she would pick up on
the hint. 

"YOU SICKO!!!"

*WHAM*

Shampoo-kun slowly peeled himself out of the wall. Aki was not quite as
quick on the uptake as he had hoped.

"Just because I stripped you without realizing your problem is no reason to
think I'm some kind of pervert!" Aki stomped away to some other part of the
ship. The incident where she had discovered the handsome, and unconscious
man in the river in Pangea was not something she would soon forget. She had
stripped the unconscious Shampoo-kun and built a fire to warm him up. When
he came to she started hitting on him unashamedly, nearly straddling him
while he was recovering, at least until Shampoo-kun explained about the
curses and how they worked. It took a demonstration to convince her of the
truth. It didn't matter how handsome Shampoo's male body was; Aki was not
interested in women, thank you very much.

The other two Amazons examined Shampoo-kun's form. "" Lin Fhall smiled.

"" So Fu said without a trace of sincerity .

Shampoo-kun just sighed. His luck was running true to course.


The mess hall of the ship was rather crowded when Ukyou arrived. She
noticed there were a large number of crewmen and Amazons that were
enthusiastically eating. Ukyou sat down with a tray of food. Before she got
a chance to try it, a seal sat down next to her. As little as a year ago
that sight might have disturbed her, but not anymore. She simply turned to
it and said, "Let me guess, you're a navy seal?"

The seal shook its head vigorously as one of the nearby crewmen began
explaining. "Nah! Otto quit the navy a long time ago. He was in one of them
experimental animal training programs. The ones where they teach animals to
strap explosives on themselves and blow up stuff. Otto got himself
dishonorably discharged for blowing up an admiral's yacht."

Ukyou would have sworn the animal laughed at that.

"Anyway, he's our underwater demolitions expert now. He works for beer."

That made sense. Ukyou shrugged and began to eat. The dish was a
surprisingly favorable mix of seafood in some kind of sauce. 

One of the other crewmen shouted into the galley. "Hey, Swede! You've
outdone yourself. What is this stuff?"

Ukyou turned to one of the crewmen nearby. "You have a Swedish chef?"

"Yeah! He cooks up weird stuff that tastes good, but looks nasty. Things
like kelp pasta, fish head surprise, tongue soufflé. Now this stuff looks
okay and tastes great."

"Well," Ukyou said reluctantly, "It's not okonomiyaki, but it's pretty
good."

"Okonomiyaki?" The crewman made a face at that. "I wouldn't feed that crap
to my dog!"

*WHAM*

The crewman slumped to the floor after his close encounter of the spatula
kind. From the direction of the galley a tall, blonde-haired, blue-eyed
gentleman made his way out to the dining area. The Swede smiled at the
people enjoying his cooking. It wasn't often so many of the crew ate his
food. They were they the most finicky bunch of eaters he had ever met.

"What's in this stuff?" one of the crewmen asked.

The Swede smiled. "Blue marlin, crab meat, a lemon dill sauce, and the most
important ingredient that gives it its unique flavor: mermaid's flesh."

Forty crewmen simultaneously spat out their food. "What are you, crazy?!"
one of the crewmen choked out.

"Hey, hey, relax. I was just kidding. I know what mermaid's flesh does to a
person."

The crew began eating once again.

"Besides," the Swede continued. "How can you possibly mistake sea horse
intestines for mermaid flesh?"

Forty crewmen spat out their food once more.

Ukyou decided she would be making some okonomiyaki in a little while and
pushed the plate away. A moment later an octopus sat down next to her. "Let
me guess, you're the engineer."

A familiar head popped out from the mouth. "No, it's me."

Ukyou recoiled. "What are you doing here, Tsubasa?"

Tsubasa held all eight tentacles to his lips. "Shh! There's an ugly Amazon
that's trying to date me. But don't worry, I'll stay faithful to you. And
I'm going to protect you too."

Ukyou shook her head. "Thanks but no thanks. This doesn't concern you and I
really don't want you around."

Tsubasa gave Ukyou a starry-eyed gaze. "You're worried about my
well-being."

"No. I don't want you around because you really annoy the hell out of me."


Several tables away, Cabinet watched Shelf eat. The girl was having
difficulty since she held an arm over her still sore breasts. 

"" Cabinet offered.

"" Shelf insisted, causing Cabinet to
shake her head in pity. ""

""

""

Cabinet gave a disgusted look. ""

Shelf continued on. ""

Cabinet held up her hands in defeat. "" As Cabinet got
up to leave, she spotted the octopus next to Ukyou. "" she grabbed
Shelf's attention. ""

"< --the ugly Japanese girl in a stupid octopus outfit.>" Shelf drew her
cudgel and headed towards Tsubasa. The cross-dresser was so wrapped up in
his conversation that he never saw Shelf approach. She raised her cudgel
and was about to strike when her target was snatched out of the way. 

Shelf turned to Tsubasa's savior. ""

"" Perfume snapped. ""

"" Cabinet shouted indignantly.

Shelf wouldn't stop. ""

"" 

""

Perfume felt more than a little nausea at that disclosure. 

While Perfume was distracted, Tsubasa ran and hid behind Ukyou. "I already
have a girlfriend."

"" Shelf 'tsk'ed. ""

Perfume scowled at Ukyou. "Are you Tsubasa's girlfriend?"

A "No," and "Yes," came from Ukyou and Tsubasa respectively.

Perfume looked suspiciously at Ukyou. "Well which is it?" 

"I can answer that!" Ai had just entered the mess and walked over to her
chef. She proclaimed, "Ukyou's my girlfriend!" and gave Ukyou a passionate
kiss. 

Ukyou was too shocked to do anything, even when Ai's tongue darted past her
lips. 

After several tense moments Ai broke off the kiss. "There! Satisfied?" The
question was directed at Ukyou as well as Perfume.

Ukyou stood there, dumbfounded and uncertain whether to be offended for Ai
being so forward, or grateful for trying to get her out of the situation.
She settled on just remaining motionless and staring off into space. 

Tsubasa was not so indecisive. "You molested my Ukyou! I'll teach you!"
Tsubasa's tentacle attacks were for nothing as Ai deflected them all. 

Perfume continued gazing suspiciously at the trio. Instincts told her
something was wrong about the whole situation. "I have a way to settle this
once and for all. I challenge you to a duel for Tsubasa's hand." She
pointed her naginta towards Ukyou.

Tsubasa gave a pleading look to Ukyou. Surely she wouldn't let him down.

"You're on!"

Ai stared in surprise at Ukyou while Tsubasa hugged her with all eight
tentacles. 

All of the Amazons and most of the crew in the mess followed the group
outside, pausing to allow a hail storm that showed up out of nowhere to
pass. Once it was over, the group went to the foredeck, where the
combatants would have room to maneuver. The crowd quickly became anxious as
the fighters squared off. 

"Thank you, Ukyou," Tsubasa gushed. "I knew you wouldn't let me down."

"Don't thank me yet," Ukyou warned as she hefted her spatula. 

"Soon we shall be together, my dear." Perfume winked at Tsubasa, who stuck
his tongue out in response. He knew Ukyou would win.

Both fighters faced off. In unspoken communication both nodded their heads
and the contest began. Perfume came in high with her naginta. Ukyou
deflected each blow and retaliated with several high strikes of her own.
Perfume easily blocked those, then switched tactics, bringing the blunt end
of her weapon low and struck Ukyou in the calf. Ukyou dropped her weapon
and crumpled to the ground in a heap, holding her leg as though it had been
nearly cut off.

"Argh! It's my old okonomiyaki injury," Ukyou gasped. "I...I can't go on."

Ai was at her side in an instant. "You poor, poor dear. Let me take care of
you." She picked Ukyou up and gently cradled her in her arms as the two
exchanged a conspiratorial wink.

"It looks like you won." Ukyou surprised herself at how crestfallen she
sounded. "Take good care of him."

Off to the side Cabinet sadly shook her head. ""

Perfume didn't seem to mind. "Tsubasa dear, we're together at last."

Tsubasa did seem to mind. "Ukyou, save me! You have to keep fighting!"

Ukyou stared at him. "Do you remember all the times you disguised yourself
and grabbed onto me even though I asked you to stop? Do you remember all of
those times you tried to attack Ryouga, even though he was my friend and I
asked you to stop?"

Tsubasa nodded his head as he discarded his octopus costume. 

"Payback's a bitch, isn't it?" 

Tsubasa began to cry, finally making Ukyou feel sorry for him. And she had
hoped to scare him for a little while longer. "Oh would you relax? She's
not going to want you."

Tsubasa stopped crying. "She's not?"

"Nope. You're forgetting something." Ukyou turned to Perfume. "I hate to
spoil your mood, but there's something you should know. Tsubasa is really a
guy."

All of the Amazons' and crew's jaws dropped in shock. Shelf was the first
to respond as she approached her leader. ""

Perfume stared curiously at her. ""

All of the Amazons now looked in shock at their leader. "" Shelf managed to stutter out.

""

""

Perfume was indignant. ""

Cabinet shook her head in disbelief. ""

Shelf could not quite accept it either. ""

"" Her demeanor
became more serious. ""

 "" Cabinet said. ""

"" She
looked for Tsubasa. ""

Shelf suddenly tackled Perfume to the ground and began crying. "" 

Perfume tried prying the glomping girl off, but to no avail. "" The Amazons moved to obey.

As the struggle to remove Shelf went on, Ai and Ukyou decided to take the
opportunity and depart. Once away from the chaos, the pair began to talk.

"How long do you think Tsubasa will elude her?" Ai asked. 

"For his sake, hopefully a very long time. She comes across as the
persistent type. At least it'll keep him out of our hair."

Ai gave a little snicker, then became more serious. "Ukyou, if you reject
me, I won't be like that girl back there. I'll go away quietly."

Ukyou became tense. "Who said you'll have to go away? We can still be
friends."

Ai shook her head. "I don't think so. It'll hurt too much."

"Oh." Ukyou began staring at the deck, lost in thought.

The duo said nothing for some time.


Ryouga allowed himself to be led to Kyoko's cabin by one of the crew. As he
entered he saw that she was sitting on her bed, her arms wrapped up around
her legs. She gave him a sad look and turned away. "You're mad at me,
aren't you?" The usual energy that was in her voice was missing.

That solved the question of whether or not Kyoko had been calling Aki
names. "Yes. Why did you call her that?"

"She said she wanted to sleep with you if you weren't cousins, even after
she found out I was your girlfriend!"

Ryouga gave a nervous laugh at that. Somehow he didn't really find it
possible to picture himself as an object of sexual desire. His reaction,
however, was not viewed favorably.  

"Why are you laughing?! Do you think it's funny that someone told me to my
face that they want you?!"

Ryouga stopped laughing immediately. "No! No! That's not it!"

Kyoko continued on. "Do you want to fool around on me too, just like all
the other guys?!" 

"Of course not!"

She began crying. "You're just like Flex and all the others. IT'S NOT MY
FAULT I'M DUMB!!!"

Ryouga was startled by Kyoko's reaction. In all the months he had gotten to
know her she was always in one of two moods: Happy/energetic or jealous
whenever other girls showed interest in him, which seemed to happen a lot
more often lately. But now she was...well she was now a lot like he was a
great deal of the time, depressed. That he didn't like at all. It just
seemed wrong. "You're not dumb."

"Yes I am!" she sobbed. "I hear all of the snide little comments people say
about me when they think I can't hear, or even when they know I can. They
say I'm an airhead or I don't have brains and things like that."

"They're all wrong," Ryouga soothed. 

"NO THEY AREN'T! THEY'RE RIGHT!!!"

Ryouga nearly backed up from the force of the shout. Now Kyoko was bawling
her eyes out. Part of him wanted to run instead of being forced to confront
a girl he made cry, but somehow he managed to stay in place. He did remain
silent, fearful of saying the wrong thing again.

Eventually she regained enough control to speak through her sobs. "I have
to work really hard just to get barely passing grades. I don't always
understand things that everyone else does. I miss obvious things around me,
and it's easy for people to trick me and make me do things. And all of the
guys were like Flex, well, none of them were as bad as Flex, but they all
did the same thing. They'd go out with me and then go out with other girls
behind my back. And if I tried to confront them with it they'd trick me and
make me think they weren't going out with them, but then I'd find out from
other people they really were cheating on me and eventually I'd find proof.
It was like a big joke.

"I know I'm eager to believe in people, but it's just so easy for them to
lie to me and I can't see through them. Ranma did that in our cheerleader
fight when he said I was prettier than Kaede. I know I'm not, but I
believed him. Everyone does things like that. And then you came along, and
you weren't like that at all. You were kind of shy and never tried to trick
or lie to me. You were sweet and kind and you always tried to make sure I
was happy. I tried to do that for you too. I really don't know what you
want, but I tried to do things I thought you would like, and you seemed to
like them. But girls kept coming on to you and I thought I'd lose you to
them or you'd try to trick me and go out with them behind my back, like
everyone else. So I tried chasing them off so they wouldn't take you away.
I'm sorry I get jealous so easily, but I'm afraid of losing you."

Ryouga didn't have the faintest idea of what to say, and whatever he would
come up with would probably be wrong. And there was something about her
that he had never realized before. In the past he had treated her like,
well, like an object. She was the thing he went out with, not a person, not
exactly. In all the time he had known her he had never even tried to
understand her. Now he was getting a glimpse, and it struck a chord inside
of him. She really did care for him, probably loved him, and trusted him
fully enough to put her heart on the line. He had not really sacrificed
anything for her. He had just gone through the motions of what he thought
he should do with a girlfriend and pined away after Ukyou, ignoring what he
had. And he did have her, even if he had not really tried. He had a feeling
that if he had tried, he probably would have pushed her away by accident,
knowing how his luck usually went with women.

Insight crystallized as he at last understood what decision had been really
made when he chose to go out with Kyoko instead of Ukyou. He had not made a
choice at all. He just pretended to and kept on going exactly like before,
and would have continued to do so, or at least he would have if everyone
around him had not been changing. Ukyou grew distant from him while Kyoko
tried to become closer. No matter how hard he attempted to keep the two
balanced it couldn't be done, but that would not stop him from trying.
However, the harder he pushed the more likely he was going to break it, and
end up hurting everyone instead of no one. No matter what he tried to do it
would just become worse.

He had slowly become more miserable as Ukyou seemed to become farther away
from him, and eventually would have done something terrible to try to win
her over. Once more he was going to allow himself to fall into the cycle of
depression which he would not get out of, and now it was for no other
reason than because it was familiar to him. However, that could all change.
At last there was a chance to really get some things settled in his life
instead of having it all wander away, like he had all of his life. But he
was going to have to make a choice as to what course to take. That scared
him. What if he chose wrong? He'd lose everything then, and be alone the
rest of his life, regretting that he made the wrong choice. So which way
would he go? Which girl would he choose? 

Looking into his heart he was surprised to discover they were actually in
even standing. At first he cared about Ukyou more, but Kyoko had
unquestionably grown on him with her unfettered caring. So which one would
last? There was Kyoko, that it would probably work out with, and then there
was Ukyou, who it could work out with, but it wasn't so certain. Still,
they had spent a great deal of time together and he thought it might work
out. It could.

Both girls needed him, though until today he had not realized Kyoko
apparently did. If he had not been made aware of it he would have chosen
Ukyou, and would have ended up making a mistake in misunderstanding Kyoko.
But Ukyou needed him to keep from falling in Ai's clutches. He needed to
save her. It was obvious she was miserable.

Or was she? Now that he really thought about it, she seemed to become more
and more relaxed around Ai. And even when the cheerleader wasn't around,
Ukyou seemed a bit happier than she used to be. NO! That couldn't be true.
Ukyou did not like girls and could never be satisfied with Ai. He had to
save her. But hadn't he offered to before? He asked her to the wedding, but
she refused. If she did not like Ai wouldn't Ukyou avoid her? She could,
but it didn't seem like she wanted to. Could Ukyou really have been happy
with Ai?

A sniffle interrupted his thoughts. Kyoko was still crying. She definitely
needed his help, now. And there was something that Ukyou told him which
solidified his thoughts. It seemed like it was from a million years ago,
but he remembered it well.

{Ryouga. I want you to go wherever your heart leads you. That's what I want
you to do.}

"I hope you meant that," he whispered under his breath.

Kyoko felt an arm embrace her. She turned to see Ryouga had his arm around
her in an unusual gesture of affection, at least for him. She gazed through
her tear-filled eyes at him.

"You're not dumb. I've been with you long enough to know that, and I'd like
to think my opinions matter."

"Of course they do," she sniffled.

"Thanks. I know I haven't been a good..." He took a moment to bolster his
courage and forced himself to say the unfamiliar word. "...boyfriend. You
always seemed so happy, I never thought you might be hurt by anything I've
done, but I'm going to be more responsible from now on. If I'm talking to
girls it's just because they're my friends. I promise not to trick you or
lie to you about going out with them and I promise to pay more attention to
your needs. And if anyone tries to say you're dumb they'll answer to me."
He cracked his knuckles for emphasis.

She threw her arms around him. "Thank you. No one has ever been this nice
to me before." At last she stopped sniffling. "Ryouga-kun?"

"Yes."

"We've been going out for months now. Maybe we could...kiss. I don't want
to rush you or anything. I know you like taking things slow, but I thought
it would be nice."

Ryouga laughed nervously. He supposed he should get used to that sort of
thing. After all, he finally had made a choice.

So they kissed.

And kissed.

And kissed some more.

And ended up doing it until the pleasure became too much for Ryouga and he
passed out about ten seconds in. He was getting better around women.


Ranma paced back and forth through the ship's corridors. He had tried
walking along the railing around the ship once, and nearly ended up in the
ocean when the section he was standing on broke off. The worst part about
wasn't almost falling into the water, it was the giant tentacles that
reached up and tried to grab him. Once he pulled himself back on the ship
they disappeared back into the water. He had no desire to know what they
were attached to. There were more important things to worry about.

So he settled for pacing about the deck, like a normal person. He had been
doing that for several hours when his meandering was interrupted.

"Hey there, Fem-boy."

Ranma immediately brought his fists up. "You want some more, Pantyhose?"

Tarou resisted the urge to beat the crap out of Ranma. "I'll pass on
proving how lucky you were yesterday by beating you senseless. There are
more important things at hand."

"Like what?" Ranma asked suspiciously. Whatever Tarou was up to, it was bad
news.

"Protecting Akane."

"What?!"

"You heard me." Tarou smirked. "Since you don't give a damn about her, I'll
do it for you."

"I can look after her just fine. I don't need or want your help, and
neither does she!"

Tarou held his hand to his temple. How could one human being possibly be so
irritating? "You're going to go to China to try to keep your boyfriend from
being killed by the hundreds of his people that are going to be there when
you couldn't even take twenty of them. Now that sounds like a wonderful
plan, and I think it has a really good chance of success." Tarou tried to
keep from snickering, and failed. "But I suppose there's an offhand chance
you'll get everyone killed. Now personally, I hope you bite it in some
pathetic gesture of idiotic heroism. And I don't give a damn about your
friends, they can drop dead too. But Akane is a different story. I won't
let her die in some vain attempt to keep you from getting killed, which is
exactly what's going to happen to you once you get there and those Amazons
try executing Shampoo. You're predictable, and that's going to be your
undoing."

"I won't let Shampoo get killed!"

"Save your breath, I don't give a damn about who you'll let get killed or
not. What I'm trying to do is save Akane, and I know just how to do it."

Ranma wanted to feign disinterest, but couldn't. As despised as Tarou was,
he did have a devious intelligence. "What do you have in mind?"

"You admit to Akane you love Shampoo and leave her to me. I'll get her out
of here and to safety." Tarou barely evaded the swing at his skull.

"I'd never leave Akane in your slimy hands!"

Tarou tried mustering all of the self-control he had. A fight would be
unwise at the moment. "Are you planning on marrying both of them?"

"NO!"

"Then you have to make a choice, hermaphrodite," Tarou hissed. "Who do you
abandon? Akane who you don't even get along with, or Shampoo, who needs you
now more than ever? Akane, who has someone to turn to, or Shampoo, who'll
be left all alone without anyone to care about her?"

"Shut up!" 

Ranma threw a punch that was caught by Tarou. Rather than counterattack,
Tarou backed off. "Don't blame me for the mess you got yourself in, or for
telling the truth. Just because you aren't woman enough to make a decision
is no reason to take it out on me."

"It's not my fault!"

"No, it never is, is it? It's always someone else's because you are oh, so
perfect. Forgive me for not acknowledging your greatness before." Tarou
gave a bow towards Ranma.

"Knock it off! I don't got time for this, Pantyhose."

Tarou felt his face twitch, then let it pass. "I'll make a deal with you."

"What sort of deal?"

"I'll help you save Shampoo. Right now I won't lift a finger to help her,
but with me on your side the odds go up in your favor."

Ranma scowled at Tarou. "Let me guess. All I have to do is choose Shampoo."

"You got it. Isn't the life of the woman you love worth that? I mean, it's
not like you have a plan to get her out of this, is it? This is her only
chance, and everyone comes out a winner."

"Except Akane," Ranma retorted. "Listen to me closely. Even if I choose
Shampoo, I will never let you go near Akane. I won't allow her to end up
shackled to a monster like you."

"You call me a monster?" Tarou's temper was at last reaching the breaking
point. "Say what you will, but I don't try to pull the heartstrings of
women like you, Fem-boy. There's only one I want, and I'll have her one way
or another, because unlike you, I won't let her be hurt, even if it means
taking matters into my own hands." Tarou turned to leave before he lost his
temper and tried crushing the life out of Ranma, which was becoming more
difficult by the minute.

"Stop!"

Tarou slowly turned. Ranma's voice sounded different. There was an
intensity there he had never heard before. Some subtle hint of warning that
made Tarou pay extra attention. "What?" Now that Tarou looked at him, there
was something in Ranma's eyes that made him feel even greater caution.

"If you think of getting around all of this by revealing Shampoo's curse to
the others, like you did with my mother, you won't leave this ship alive."

Tarou's eyes narrowed. "Was that a threat?"

"No. A fact."

Tarou had to congratulate Ranma. He was capable of a greater degree of
intimidation than Tarou had believed. It would have even worked against
someone that was less experienced at it than him. He made certain to
maintain eye contact with Ranma for a few more seconds and smirked, showing
he wasn't the least bit concerned about the threat, then left.


Ranma watched carefully as Tarou walked off. Now there were more
complications he didn't need. And what was worse was that he wasn't sure if
his threat was sincere or not. The anger he felt over finally figuring out
who threw the hot water, which almost got Shampoo killed, made him want to
attack Tarou on the spot. But he held himself in check. Beating the crap
out of Tarou again would be therapeutic, but it wouldn't actually solve
anything, and there was no telling when he was going to need his strength.
Anything could happen now.

Shampoo-kun burst from around a corner and grabbed Ranma, dragging him down
the hall.

"What's going on?!" Ranma shouted.

"We need to hide. My sisters saw me in my male form and are trying to come
on to me. I'm going to hide out where they'll never think to look for a
handsome young man."

"Where?"

"Great grandmother's room."

Ranma couldn't argue with that. Besides, there were more than a few things
he wanted to go over with the old ghoul. 

The two made their way to Cologne's cabin without further incident;
something of an accomplishment considering how much chaos seemed to
regularly envelop the ship. Once safely inside the three sat down and began
to talk.

"Have you two come up with an idea yet?" Cologne took charge of the
conversation. Uncharacteristically, Ranma deferred to her.

"No. Nothing." Ranma said, depressed. He was sure the shifty old Amazon
would have come up with something by now.

Cologne sighed. She was no closer to a solution than at the start of the
voyage. What she needed to do was take a step back from the problem for a
little while, then attack it with a renewed vigor later. There were other
things that could be done to fill in that time. "There is something I wish
to talk to both of you about. Shampoo has been asking me some questions
about Jusenkyou curses. I would assume you are curious as well."

That caught Ranma's attention. Maybe there was some way to cure curses or
keep from changing. "Yeah, go on."

"I can tell by the look in your eye you hope I know of a cure. Well, the
only one I'm aware of that works is Jusenkyou water with the sex you want,
and I don't have any with me. All I have is some of the instant varieties,
and they won't prove useful for what we have to do."

"Damn!" He should have known it wouldn't be that easy. "I'm going to have
to try to get to Jusenkyou, grab some girl water, and get it to Shampoo
before you guys get back to the village. Do you think you can stall long
enough for me to do that?"

"I could, and your plan might be worth a try, but I doubt it will work."

"Why? What's wrong with it?"

"It's a question of whether or not you can get the water."

"Of course I can!" He wondered how the old ghoul could think that someone
as competent as him could mess up something as simple as that. 

"Can you?" She loomed up next to Ranma and looked him squarely in the eye,
perched atop her staff. "Haven't you ever wondered why you didn't simply
jump in the Spring of Drowned Young Man when you first got cursed? The
guide was there. He explained how the curses worked. Why didn't you and
Shampoo simply cure yourselves?"

Ranma tried to explain what had happened, and why he didn't seek the cure,
but found he could not.

"I can't explain it either," Shampoo-kun said. "I already knew how the
curse worked and how to cure oneself, but I didn't think about it either."

"That's the way it is in almost all cases," Cologne said as she backed away
from Ranma, hopped off her staff and began pacing the cabin. "I know of
only a handful of people that were able to cure themselves right after
becoming cursed. No one knows exactly why that is. Perhaps it is related to
the curse itself, though exactly how it determines how long a curse remains
with a person is unknown. I am now personally convinced that a curse won't
be cured until the recipient fulfills something. Maybe some kind of
destiny."

"What kind of destiny, great grandmother?"

"I don't know!" Cologne snapped, then felt ashamed at her behavior, though
she refused to show it. Her inability to divine what destiny Shampoo, or
even Ranma, had was not their fault. "I'm sorry, child. I could not begin
to tell you what it might be. Suffice to say, I'm operating under the
assumption your destiny is not to be killed before our people." She turned
to Ranma. "I have no idea what yours is either. I would tell the two of you
that there have been people that lived with their curses their entire lives
never gaining a cure."

"Never a cure?" Ranma repeated softly. He had never considered being cursed
for the rest of his life. Always he was certain a cure awaited him at some
point; it just might take a while.

"There's something else I need to mention," Cologne paused in her pacing.
"Tell me, boy, have you been feeling different?"

"Different?"

"Yes. In your cursed form. Have you felt any changes, especially emotional
ones?"

For a brief moment Ranma remembered being on the rooftop with Shampoo-kun,
and more importantly, what he had felt at the time. "No!"

"Ranma," Shampoo-kun said softly. He placed his hand on Ranma's shoulder,
trying to comfort him.

The instant Shampoo-kun made contact, Ranma shot out from out of the grasp.
"I said no! And don't touch me!"

Shampoo-kun drew back, giving Ranma a pained look. 

"Relax, boy. It's perfectly natural. It just means you've started to accept
the curse."

Ranma glared at Cologne. "I'm not accepting the curse! I want a cure! I'll
never accept it!"

Cologne sighed at the temperament of youth. She wrapped Ranma lightly in
the head with her staff. "Would you listen to what I said? Accepting your
curse doesn't mean you don't want a cure. It just means that you'll pick up
a small handful of your curse's characteristics. As near as I can tell
that's perfectly normal. You won't start going around lusting after men or
anything. Just look at Sparrow. She doesn't go around eating birdseed or
chirping, if she wasn't a mute, anyway. But she does have some unusual
behaviors that are from her curse. She jerks her head around a lot, similar
to a bird. And she absolutely despises cats, something you could
appreciate. Now as to you, you just might behave in a slightly more
feminine manner. I've noticed some changes in Shampoo over the last few
months."

"I have not changed!" Shampoo-kun responded.

Cologne rapped him on the head with her staff. "Don't correct your elder.
You have changed, even if you don't realize it. "

Shampoo-kun looked nervously between the uncomprehending Ranma and his
great grandmother. ""

"Kasumi Tendo," Cologne stated bluntly. She was pleased to see Shampoo-kun
appear nervous at that. He was a couple hundred years too young to ever
hope of putting something over on her.

"What are you guys talking about and what does it have to do with Kasumi?"
Ranma hated it when they spoke in Chinese. He couldn't understand a word
they said. One day he was going to have to remedy that problem and try to
learn the language. 

"I was just saying what a great influence the oldest Tendo daughter has had
with Shampoo. She's helped my great granddaughter change a great deal.
"

""

Cologne stared at Shampoo-kun suspiciously. "" It was best
to let the matter drop. There were more important things to worry about
than possible romantic complications.

"Would you two start talking in a language I can understand?" Ranma
growled.

"Very well. As I was telling you, accepting a curse is not a bad thing. In
fact, should you try to fight it, you would end up doing nothing other than
making your life miserable. More than one person has gone mad trying to
fight any effect the curse may have on them."

"I haven't accepted nothing."

Cologne raised her eyebrows at that. The boy really was stubborn and
disrespectful. "Do you mean to tell me you haven't changed at all? Do you
still hate your girl's body as much as when you were first cursed? Do you
try to change back into a man as soon as the change happens, or can you get
around without the alien feeling that the body isn't yours?"

Ranma hated to admit it, but he had changed a little from those first early
days. 

"I'd say it's probably gotten a lot worse lately," Cologne continued. "That
could be because of that blow you took to the head that made you think you
were a girl. Even after your real personality came back there was probably
some lingering effects. That, combined with having to be a girl for a
couple weeks, would have further helped you get used to the curse. Right
now I would say that you've probably changed all that you will. I'd guess
Shampoo's finished too. That's all speculation, but it's a safe bet. You'd
be having a lot more problems if you hadn't accepted them."

"You're wrong. I ain't accepted anything. I'm not a girl and I don't act
like one and I never will. I'm a guy no matter what I look like and I ain't
attracted to other guys. And I'm still going to get a cure," Ranma stated
bluntly as he crossed his arms.

Cologne was more than a little irritated by the boy's stubbornness. Worse,
in his agitated state he was more of a hindrance than a help. There had to
be a way to calm him down. 

She looked over the duo. Of course, there was an easy way to settle Ranma
down and have him think of Cologne in a better light. "You two still appear
to be in bad shape. There's no telling when you'll need your full strength.
Let me show you a technique on using your chi for healing."

Ranma gained a hungry look in his eyes. "Technique?" 

"Yes," Cologne said. "Both of you come over here and sit side by side and
next to me." She was pleased to see Ranma now had no reservations about
getting close to her granddaughter's male body. That was one hurdle
overcome. They really made a good match. Once the whole situation with
Shampoo's curse was over, Cologne would have to see what she could do to
match the two up.  

But that was for later. After she was satisfied the two had learned the
technique well enough to use it on their own (and Ranma's rate of learning
was nothing short of unbelievable) they switched to back to trying to
figure out a way to save Shampoo from death.

They continued talking for several hours and came up with nothing.
Shampoo-kun and Ranma eventually departed, leaving Cologne alone to think
things through. Her solitude was interrupted by a knock on the door. The
matriarch told the visitor to enter, and was mildly surprised upon
discovering her identity. 

"You're Ai Konjou, yes?" Cologne asked.

"Yes honored madam. I have come to inquire about something I have only
recently learned about..."


Mousse stared at Kodachi as she stood at the bow of the ship, poised next
to the rail and gazing out to sea. She was as far to the front  of the ship
as she could go. Her trademark ponytail was missing as she had allowed her
hair to hang loose; the wind fanned it back in a rippling wave of midnight
darkness. Mousse noted it was unusual of her to let it hang so, though the
effect was pleasing to the eye. 

Slowly he approached her. "Kodachi."

She declined to turn around to answer him. "I have nothing more to say to
you. If you are going to be stubborn and refuse to listen to reason, I
shall not waste my breath. Do as you please." She should have left him
paralyzed in their room to keep him out of trouble, but somehow it was like
all those other times when she had not immobilized him, even when he acted
recklessly. It felt wrong to keep him motionless in such a manner. 

"Kodi-chan," he cooed. That would get her to stop being angry with him. Now
that Shampoo was all but gone, Kodachi was the only one that would be on
his side. Without her there would be no one.

She resisted the urge to throw herself in his arms. He was so transparent.
"Go to that harridan if you wish. I won't stop you."

"I just don't want to see her hurt. I can't let that happen."

She at last turned to look at him. "And if something happens to you, where
does that leave me? I cannot go on without you. There would be nothing
left."

"Don't talk like that."

Was that concern she heard in his voice? Had she at last struck a chord and
made him see what would happen if he should throw his life away? Perhaps
taking it a step farther would show how much he really cared.

"Since you are so determined to throw your life away, I shall throw away my
own as well. Right now." She placed one slender leg over the guardrail,
leaving nothing but a small ledge several inches wide between her and
falling into the ocean.

"STOP!!!" Mousse grabbed onto her arm as she struggled in his grasp to
continue going over the side.

She was delighted at his efforts. At last he was behaving as though she was
his world. She continued to protest while pretending to struggle in his
grasp, enjoying his attention.


About twenty feet away, D'Amour and first mate Kawada were doing an
inventory of the ship, going over what needed to be repaired. In truth, it
was Kawada that was doing all the work while the captain continued to
ponder what he was doing wrong with the women.

"What do you think I should do?" D'Amour asked.

Kawada told him.

"That's not anatomically possible," D'Amour informed his companion,
furrowing his brow in concentration. There had to be something he could do
to get the women in bed, preferably at least half of them.

He was still speculating on what to do when he spotted Kodachi and Mousse
struggling at the bow. "What are those two doing?"

Kawada looked over the duo. Mousse had both of Kodachi's arms and was
trying to pull her back on board the ship. At the moment she was winning
their duel, in that she was now fully over the railing with only Mousse
keeping her from falling. "It looks like they are playing out that scene
from 'Titanic', sir."

"Oh," the captain said nonchalantly, then walked over to where the couple
was struggling. 

Mousse had almost won the struggle and nearly had Kodachi back over the
railing when D'Amour moved up behind them and observed them for a moment.
He gave a soft smile at the duo, then shoved Mousse over the rail, causing
both of the participants to end up in the ocean.

"I HATED THAT MOVIE!!!" D'Amour shouted down into the water.


Minami threw up over the railing again, barely missing Kodachi and
Mousse-panda as they wrapped a ribbon and chain around one of the
guardrails and climbed back onto the ship, a good distance away from the
bow. Minami wondered what the hell was wrong with her? It couldn't be
motion sickness; she'd been in lots of roller coasters, ocean rides, and
rode the back of a rampaging Fragenyyd for three hours and never
encountered a problem. It wasn't a virus; she magically tested for that. It
wasn't food poisoning; her spells would have cured it. She had no
explanation for what was wrong, unless it was magically induced. 

That was why she was walking over the ship, in spite of her state. A
careful examination of the deck revealed something interesting. She had
walked ten more feet when she noticed it again. The deck plates were
different, and it wasn't due to repair. They were all different. It was the
fourth instance of that phenomenon. If what she suspected was true, the
ship itself was an aggregation of several ships. But the magic flows were
uninterrupted on it, meaning the ship was still capable of absorbing parts
of other ships, or, in an ideal situation, an entire ship.

That didn't quite seem right either. Most of TWPOS was just various parts
of other ships, making it more likely that it was scavenging pieces on its
own to replace what was missing. That might explain the ramshackle
appearance of the vessel. Either that or it was a mask to hide its true
power. In either case it was something that would need a closer
examination.

That was for later. At the moment she had to run to over to the railing and
vomit once more. If that kept up she was going to be lucky if she wasn't
bedridden by the time they arrived in China. It was as she finished hurling
up her guts that she sensed something to the north. Looking out over the
horizon she saw nothing more than low fog bank gliding across the ocean.
That alone would not have been so bad, save for the fact Minami sensed a
magical force emanating from the fog that rivaled that of TWPOS. And what
was worse, there was a subtle change in the aura of the vessel she was on,
almost as though it was a buildup of energy. All of that came down to the
last thing they needed: trouble.


D'Amour had returned to the bridge and looked through his spyglass at the
fog bank off to port. "I'd recognize that cloud anywhere. Helm, make a
left," he said with a slowly blossoming smile on his face.

Kawada began to panic. "It might just be a normal fog."

"Moving against the wind?"

"The weather has been behaving oddly."

D'Amour shook his head and repeated the order. Kawada's second protest was
cut off as the captain drew his sword. 

"Do it now. And hook up the speakers while you're at it. I have something
to say." 

Kawada nodded to the helmsman as they turned to the fog bank. This
encounter was the last thing they needed: trouble.


Second Officer Lotus released her hold on her spyglass and stared at the
approaching vessel. It was TWPOS, and that meant the last thing they
needed: trouble. 

The mistress always went ballistic when she and D'Amour crossed paths.
Maybe there was time to change the direction of the ship before the captain
came up to the bridge. 

Lotus was just starting the turn when her partner, the blue-haired Blossom,
and first mate of the POJ, arrived. ""

Lotus simply pointed to the approaching vessel. 

Blossom recognized it immediately. ""

Lotus could have slapped her partner. ""

""

Lotus turned in fear. The captain had arrived. ""

""

"< -- a ship off the bow.>" Lotus was afraid of this happening. The long
standing grudge between Madame Lao and the captain of the scow that was
before them was well known. D'Amour had recently upped the ante by saying
some rather rude comments at several ports about the nature of Lao, and
rumor had it, what he would like to do to her if he ever got his hands on
her. Not that others had not said the same thing. Lao herself was a tall
woman with pale sea green hair, very lanky and well built with a frame that
stood just under six feet and was well proportioned. She gave one the
impression of an uncaged predator sizing up its prey as she studied the
face of her subordinate, then slowly turned to regard the mass of the other
ship with loathing.

"" she growled like a snarling tigress, a resemblance that was
more than superficial. 

The pink-haired Lotus swallowed thickly as she saw the pleasant features of
her mistress change as her eyes shifted from their normal pink color to the
tawny gold that was diamond slitted. Her mistress was in one of those
moods, and not willing to suffer another harangue from the captain of the
hated rival vessel. Already they could hear D'Amour testing out the volume
on his ship's speakers to see if they were projecting his voice
sufficiently. Lao did not need similar equipment to respond in kind, but at
the moment the last thing she was capable of was coherent banter.

It wasn't as though Lao had not retaliated verbally in the past, promising
all sorts of unpleasantness for D'Amour should she catch him. The whole
situation involving him really was odd. Lao wasn't the sort of woman to
lose her temper, even under the most adverse of conditions. But then there
was D'Amour. Around him she was like an out of control typhoon, and Lotus
couldn't fathom why. There were certainly those that had outmaneuvered Lao
in the past, but she would just bide her time and strike when an
opportunity presented itself. There were those that had said off color
remarks about her --one didn't become an infamous pirate slaver without
receiving criticisms- but she never lost control. Except when it came to
D'Amour. Several times she almost set out with the intention of sinking his
ship, but part of that problem was that she couldn't use the Lens of
Magellan to find TWPOS. To her knowledge it was the only vessel capable of
evading detection, and no one understood why that was either. 

And now Lao was confronted with her longtime enemy on the open seas, where
the ship's full power could be brought to bear. For some odd reason that
made Lotus nervous. She had heard vague rumors about TWPOS. As many people
there were that hated it and its captain, somehow it always escaped its
enemies, or destroyed them. It was an enigma, which Lotus despised.

"" Lao ordered as she dissipated the magical
fog around her ship. She wanted D'Amour to see her. ""

"" Blossom asked.

""

Lotus felt her dread build at that. She didn't give a damn about D'Amour,
he deserved to be enslaved for the things he said about Lotus's mistress,
but there was another on board that craft that she was concerned for. And
if Lao ever found out about the relationship there was no telling what she
might do. The captain's hatred of D'Amour extended to the whole vessel and
its crew. Even Blossom's comment about D'Amour would get her flogged, or
not, depending on Lao's mood. And given Blossom's...tastes, that refusal of
punishment might be the worse of the two options.

Blossom perked her ears up. ""


D'Amour was standing on the ledge outside of the bridge, making certain Lao
could see him, as he began shouting. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the
Slut of the Seven Seas and her wreck, the Piece of Junk! What an aptly
named vessel!"

"So says the captain of a ship called The Worthless Piece of Shit," Kawada
muttered as he gazed at the innocent looking, if large, Chinese style junk
before them. He knew from personal experience that there was far more to
that craft than met the eye. Far more.

"If I had something as nasty looking as that, I would hide it in a fog
too!" D'Amour shouted.

"Many people say that about our ship too, sir. Mostly the crew."

D'Amour turned on Kawada. "You're not helping things here."

"Can we go now, sir? Or do you want us to end up on the bottom of the ocean
when you anger her enough to attack us?"

"She'll never sink my ship!" D'Amour raged. "My ship is the most powerful
in the world, and so is her captain! I'll show that dyke bitch yet!" He
turned back to the junk, and began yelling some more off-color comments
about it, its activities, and its captain.


On the bridge of  the POJ, a smile broadened on Lao's face. ""

As Lao left the bridge an ominous foreboding washed over Lotus. Nothing
good was going to come of all this.


At his position on the bridge, D'Amour saw Lao arrive on her main deck,
decked out in white breeches and matching white shirt with a leather brown
vest. As the sea green-haired beauty came into sight, a chorus of wolf
whistles came from the men on TWPOS.

"Knock it off!" He drew his sword, quieting the men, then returned his
attention to Lao. "Greetings, bitch! I see you're starting to sag! That
really is too bad! You've lost what little skanky appeal you might have
once possessed!"

Lao kept her face from twitching. She would not lose control around HIM! "I
see the barnacles are still all that keeps that ship of yours together. And
from the sound of your voice, I'd say you haven't been laid in a while."

D'Amour lacked the control Lao did. "I don't have to capture people and
turn them into slaves to get my sexual partners!"

"Neither do I, it's just more fun that way. Why don't I tell you about the
women I had last night? The best one was this flexible redhead..."

Most of the male members of the crew began to drool at the
rather...descriptive things Lao talked about, and began discussing among
themselves about how they wouldn't mind being captured by Lao if that was
the way her slaves were treated. Only Kawada remained cool, observing the
blood vessels on D'Amour's forehead that were about to rupture. If only
they could be so lucky. Lao had definitely won that round, which meant it
was time to go before the captain did something foolish, like ram Lao's
junk.

Brunt and Aki quietly came onto the bridge and took over the wheel at the
helm while D'Amour continued with his comments about Lao, her ancestors,
and which farm animals came into the family line. Kawada was delighted the
duo had arrived. He was concerned that the orders he had secretly given,
while the captain was distracted by Lao, for the duo to get up to the
bridge would  be too late. A nod of the head from Kawada and the duo turned
the ship one hundred and eighty degrees. 

"OH MY GOD! WE'RE OUT OF CONTROL!!!" Brunt shouted as he pretended to
struggle with the wheel. 

D'Amour realized his ship was turning away from Lao's and rushed back
inside to the bridge. "What's going on?!"

"The helm's not responding. Even Aki and Brunt can't get the wheel to
turn," Kawada explained.

"Allow me to help." D'Amour tried to shove the wheel back to its proper
course, but was no match for Brunt and Aki's tremendous strength. The
struggle only served to convince him they really were out of control.
"Damn! The same thing happened the last time we confronted her. I know the
ship doesn't like her, but why would it run away?"

Sweatdrops formed behind all of the bridge crew's heads. Every now and then
the captain had a hallucination about the ship saying things to him.
Fortunately he never had those problems more than four times a year. 

D'Amour went back outside to get in one last shot at Lao. "You may have
gotten lucky this time, you pirate whore, but next time I'll have the last
laugh! And I wasn't joking about your boobs! They really are starting to
sag!"

"The next time we meet," Lao threatened as she gnashed her teeth. "I will
have you in chains, groveling before me, while I make love to beautiful
women until you beg me to beat you like the dog that you are for some kind
of sexual release!"

"I'll never marry you!" 

"THAT WASN'T A PROPOSAL, YOU IDIOT!!!" 

"Oh. It sounded like one." He answered seriously, then carefully considered
his next response. "The next time we meet, I swear I'll make you shout out
who your daddy really is!" The pelvic thrusts he added did nothing to calm
Lao's temper.

Lao was about to order a pursuit when her ship changed its heading and went
away from TWPOS. She turned in fury and stormed directly to the bridge.
Upon arriving she tore Lotus from the wheel and held her up in the air by
the throat. ""

Fortunately for Lotus, Blossom interrupted. ""

Lao released her hold on Lotus. Every instinct cried out to pursue D'Amour,
send his ship to the bottom of the ocean, and grind the man under her boot
heel. It was with great difficulty she suppressed the urges. There was a
contract to uphold. 

As the ships drifted farther away from one another Lao felt her anger abate
slightly and began to wonder if  the POJ was affecting her emotions. Given
the connection between her and the ship it was far from impossible, but why
would it try to influence her like that? No, it was just as likely her ship
was reflecting her own hatred of D'Amour and magnifying it. That was the
more likely explanation. The idea that one ship could hate another was
absurd.


Somewhere in TWPOS, a pale man who had not seen the sun for over a year,
continued working on a set of engines. At last he had almost figured out a
way to make them work in atmosphere without destroying a large section of
the surrounding area. He had even discovered an odd serial number on the
side, although what series the letters and number  meant was probably long
forgotten. No. There might not have been a man alive that would know what
an SDF-3 was.


Night fell as things began to settle down on TWPOS. Word had passed down
about the close call they had had with Madame Lao, and some of the crew
decided to mutiny later in the evening; not that it would ever work. The
captain had just celebrated the two hundredth failed attempt on his life,
but it was a good way for the crew to blow off some steam. 

In another part of the ship, Ranma prepared to have dinner with his parents
and the Tendos. It was his mother that convinced him that they should have
a nice, quiet dinner together as a family. Ranma had to admit, it was a
good idea. There was no telling when they would actually arrive at China,
and once that happened the chances at having a peaceful meal with his
family were going to be nonexistent.  It would be a moment to be treasured,
especially if it was the last one.

He shook his head clear of such thoughts. He would keep Shampoo from harm
and everything would turn out all right. It had to. He was Ranma Saotome.
He did not lose. He would not lose. He would come out on top no matter what
it took. He always did, and with the stakes as high as they were, he would
not allow himself the luxury of even considering failure. 

As he went to meet his parents, his thoughts turned to Shampoo. She had not
taken well to the idea of him wanting to dine with his parents without her,
but her presence would just serve to disrupt everything, and he wanted a
quiet meal with his family, at least just this once. He offered to eat
lunch with her tomorrow, which convinced her to back off. She still threw
in a comment about turning herself into a guy and dining with her Amazon
sisters, mentioning that she would at least be able to dine with someone
that wanted her around. Shampoo sure wasn't making things easier. The only
thing that went well was that healing technique Cologne had taught him.
Physically he was at one hundred percent.

Meeting with his parents, Akane, and Soun went without a problem. Soun
mentioned to Ranma that Kasumi was feeling better, but chose to eat with
Shampoo, which eased Ranma's conscience a bit. 

As everyone headed towards the mess, Ranma and Akane dropped back a bit to
converse. Only small talk was exchanged, neither really knew what to say
with the tension as thick as it was. 

"We are sitting at the captain's table tonight," Nodoka mentioned as she
looked back to the pair.. "Isn't that nice?" 

It was about as delightful as listening to the principal talk about
coconuts for several hours. Ranma had had more than enough of the
narcissistic lech to last him a lifetime. Ranma also would not have put it
past D'Amour to hit on his mother while she was there. 

The quintet entered the mess and made their way to the captain's table.
D'Amore stood up and met them halfway.

"Tanma." D'Amour nodded to Ranma.

"That's Ranma, you idiot!"

"Whatever," D'Amour smiled broadly as he turned to Akane. "And you must be
Akane Tendo."

"Uh, yeah. So what?" Akane found she wanted to hit the man with the way he
was staring at her.

D'Amour gave a lascivious grin to her, then turned back to Ranma. "Mr.
Sap-to-me."

"That's Saotome! Can't you get anything right?"

D'Amour waved off the protest and turned once more to Akane. "Miss Tendo.
By the power invested in me as lord of this vessel, I now pronounce you man
and wife. Now I get to kiss the bride."

The statement shocked Ranma and Akane so much that D'Amour actually got as
far as sweeping Akane into his embrace before her fist connected with his
face, which was followed by Ranma's elbow striking him in the back of the
head.

"Just what do you think you are doing?!" Akane snarled as she got out of
D'Amour's grasp.

"You two are married!" Soun shouted. 

"It's about time, boy!" Genma clapped Ranma on the back.

Nodoka cleared her throat. "Genma, I thought we agreed that Ranma and
Akane's wedding was to be postponed."

"Did we?"

"Yes, we did."

D'Amour shook his head free of the pain. "They aren't married until I kiss
the bride! I'm the captain of this vessel, damn it!  I make the rules!"

"No way!" Akane shouted. 

"Can't you forego that just this once?" Soun pleaded.

"If I don't kiss the bride then they aren't married."

"If there ain't no groom there's no wedding either." Ranma stormed out of
the mess. 

Akane's first impulse was to follow him, but she resisted the urge and
remained where she was. Ranma was already angry, and either one of them
could say the wrong thing and start a fight. No, it was better to let him
go for now. She would talk to him after he had calmed down.

As she stood there, looking miserably in the direction Ranma had just left,
a hand made its way to her shoulder.

"We can still kiss, babe. We can even pretend we're married if you want."

Akane replied with an elbow to D'Amour's solar plexus. Now thoroughly
disgusted and her appetite destroyed, she left for her cabin.

D'Amour was still catching his breath when a bokken was thrust under his
nose.

"How dare a sea-going serpent such as yourself dare to attempt to touch the
lips of Akane Tendo. I would see justice meted out to one so low." 

D'Amour leaped to a nearby tabletop and drew his sword. "So. It's a fight
you want, eh? You simple-minded dolt! This is my ship, where I am
surrounded by a crew so loyal that they would follow me to Hell itself!
With them at by back I'm in-" D'Amour found the rest of his speech drowned
out by the crew's laughter.

"To Hell. That's a good one, sir!"

"Loyal he says. HAHAHAHA!!!"

"Oh yes, I'll guard the capn's back, just long enough to put me knife in
it!"

A chant of 'KUNOU,  KUNOU, KUNOU!!!' rose from the crew.


Ranma was more than halfway to his room before Nodoka caught up to him. 

"Ranma. Please wait!"

Despite the betrayal he felt, he turned. "What is it, Mom?"

"I just wanted to assure you I had nothing to do with that situation. I
know you want to wait a while before marrying Akane. I intend to respect
your wishes."

He sighed. She still had not listened to what he had said about choosing
who he was going to marry, but at least she was willing to give him some
leeway. "Thanks, Mom." He turned to go once more.

"Can we have breakfast together? Dinner was ruined after all, and I still
want to spend time with you."

Ranma nodded. "Sure, Mom. Only..."

"Yes?"

"Maybe we could leave Pop behind."

Nodoka smiled. "He had you to himself for over ten years. It's been too
long since we spent some quality time together with just the two of us."


Ukyou turned down her covers and prepared for bed. It had been a long day
with much to think about, but at least she had had the time to do it. No
attacking French chefs, lost bats, bi-sexual cheerleaders,
aquatranssexuals, or cross-dressers disguised as dressers had accosted her
for nearly five hours. It was the longest stretch of peace she had had in
the last six months. That wasn't to say the chaos wasn't enjoyable a lot of
the time, it was just that she needed bouts of peace and quiet every once
in a while. Ironically, that serenity was now starting to irritate her, and
she began to feel lonely. She was considering seeking out Ai or Ryouga when
there was a knock on the door.

Ukyou opened it to see a tall man, who was at least a good five inches
taller than her, standing in the doorway. He wore a rather appealing
combination of dark blue pants and white dress shirt with a blue vest. His
hair was tied back, similar to Ukyou's style, and had a dark purple tint to
it that was deeper than Shampoo's. However, the most remarkable thing about
him was his face. He was probably as handsome as Shampoo-kun, which made
him more than a little easy on Ukyou's eyes.

"Excuse me, Miss Kuonji?"

"Uh, yes. I am " He had her at a disadvantage. She was certain she would
remember someone as attractive as him, although he did seem vaguely
familiar. "And you are?"

"Akira Nakajima." He bowed before Ukyou. "I overheard that blonde girl, Ai,
mention your name. That's how I knew yours." He fished something out of the
pocket on his vest. "You dropped this." He held a throwing spatula in his
hand.

Ukyou's hands went reflexively to her bandoleer, seeking a spot for the
missing one. A quick inventory seemed to account for all of them. Still,
she recognized the one in his hand as unquestionably hers. "Thanks," she
said as she accepted the weapon.

"No problem." He began sniffing the air. "Is that okonomiyaki I smell?"

"Yeah. I just made some." She indicated the portable grill that was sitting
on the floor. "The ship's food is rather..." She wondered how one could say
food was rancid without offending.

"You're right. It is," he chuckled. 

She examined him more closely. He had helped her recover her weapon, and he
seemed friendly enough. There was something disarmingly charming about the
man. Politeness called on her to do something in return for the favor. "Sit
down, please. I'll make you some okonomiyaki."

"It's no bother?" he asked as he entered the room.

"Not at all." Ukyou sat down next to her grill and whipped up an
okonomiyaki. She watched his reaction carefully as he bit down into it. 

"Hmmm," he mumbled as he savored the taste in his mouth. "I can honestly
say this is the best okonomiyaki I have ever had."

"Thanks," Ukyou beamed. "It's my specialty."

"How appropriate. The best okonomiyaki in the world is served by the
prettiest okonomiyaki chef there is."

Ukyou felt a blush creep to her face.

"I'm sorry," Akira said. "Did I offend you?"

"Oh no," Ukyou quickly blurted out. "It's just I'm not used to getting
compliments like that. Heck, a lot of people mistake me for a guy."

"That, I find impossible to believe," Akira said soberly. "Forgive me if I
seem a bit forward, but I have to admit, I was glad you dropped your
spatula. It gave me an excuse to meet you." He looked at the ground. "I am
being too forward. I'm sorry. It's just that most women don't find me
attractive."

Ukyou's jaw nearly dropped. "Are you kidding?! You're one of the best
looking guys I've ever met." Her hands darted to her mouth. What had
possessed her to blurt out something like that?

Akira sounded surprised. "Really? Thank you."

"S...sure. No problem." Ukyou hoped Akira did not think she was flirting
with him. Her hands were quite full with Ai, though as she stared at Akira,
she was struck once again by the sense of familiarity about him. It was
something about his eyes.

Akira cleared his throat. "I have a favor to ask. I need a woman's opinion
about something."

Ukyou was not sure what to make of that. "Yes?"

"There's this girl I'm interested in. She's a friend, probably the best one
I've ever had. She's not seeing anyone, and I'm trying to get involved with
her. The only problem is she has reservations about having a relationship
with me."

Something was nagging at Ukyou's memory even as she listened to Akira.
"What's the problem?"

"Well, I think she likes me as a person, but she's hung up on the way I
look."

"She's the one that thinks you're unattractive?"

"Sort of," Akira reluctantly admitted. "I think it's narrow-minded of her,
but no one's perfect. Not even me."

Ukyou took note of the egotistical statement as she became certain he was
holding something back.

"Anyway," Akira continued. "I've been thinking about making a big change in
my life for her."

"Hold on a minute, sugar. If she can't accept you for who you are then
that's her problem. You shouldn't have to change."

His eyes narrowed. "You mean you've never undergone a massive change for a
guy?"

Ukyou was about to answer of course not, but then remembered Ranma and all
of the changes she had undergone involving him. "Maybe I have, but it might
have been wrong to do it."

That seemed to placate Akira. "Compared to losing her, no change is too
great. But I just want to make sure she'd like the change."

Ukyou was about to say something when she at last knew what was familiar
about Akira. It was that narrowing of the eyes. Her guts knotted up in
horror at the suspicion, and she wanted to throw out an accusation, but she
remained calm. She needed to be certain.

She turned partially away, only affording Akira a half glance. "You want to
know something really disgusting? That girl you talked to, Ai. She kissed
me today. It was so gross." She watched Akira's reaction carefully from out
of the corner of her eye. "Like I would ever want to get it on with another
woman. I've only tolerated her this long because I think it's funny." 

Akira's reaction to that was all the confirmation Ukyou needed. He was not
even close to covering up his true emotions. She turned fully to face him.
"Excuse me for being so forward myself, but you really turn me on. Let me
show you how much."

She approached him as seductively as she could. Surprise overcame the pain
that had been evident upon him before. Slowly the okonomiyaki chef slid
into his lap. Her hand strayed to his chest as she leaned forward, blew in
his ear once, and began whispering. "Actually, everything I said about Ai
was a lie. The only thing she could do that would really anger me was if
she turned herself into a guy."

'Akira's' heart skipped a beat as he dared to look directly into Ukyou's
eyes. 

Ukyou's voice of seduction turned into one of anger as she jumped off of
Akira's lap and grabbed him by the collar, shaking him in a powerful grip.
"How could you?! How could you do something like that to yourself?!"

"I...I just thought you'd like it better if I could change into a man,"
Ai-kun stammered. "I  know you still have hang-ups about me being a woman.
So I thought if I was like Shampoo it would work out!"

Ukyou felt her rage practically explode. "Just because you look like a guy
doesn't change anything! You will always be a woman to me! Just like
Shampoo is! How can you think I'm that shallow?!" She stopped shaking him
as some of the anger began to give way to sorrow and her voice dropped to
half of its original volume. "Damn it, Ai! You're the one that told me I
should be proud to be a woman. And I really started to believe I could be
one and still dress and behave like I do. But now you've just thrown it all
away on some whim in the hopes I might like you better. 

"You were my role model, in a weird sort of way. Now look at what you've
done! Do you know what kind of message that sends to me? That you can just
give yourself some kind of curse and be a guy without thinking twice about
it? It means everything you told me was a bunch of lies, and that your own
femininity was so meaningless to you, you'd get rid of it without a second
thought."

Ukyou began sobbing a little. "You don't even understand what I want! If I
get involved in a relationship with you, it's because of who you are, not
what you look like! And now you've ruined everything between us! You never
even asked how I'd feel about you cursing yourself. How can you say you
love me if you won't even consider my feelings?"

Ai-kun was in shock. "I didn't know you felt that strongly about me. I'm
sorry," he said quietly. 

"And now you're stuck as a guy," Ukyou said through sobs. "How could you do
that to yourself?"

Ai-kun looked sadly at her. "There's nothing I wouldn't do for you, but you
don't have to worry about the curse. I didn't use real magic water. It's
just an instant variety that only works once. I talked with that old Amazon
about the magic springs and she said that if I was seriously considering
changing myself into a guy, I should try out the body first. So she let me
use some."

Ukyou just stood there, confused. Her mouth was barely able to form the
words. "Only...once?"

"Yes," Ai-kun reassured her. "Hot water will make me a girl again and I
won't change into a guy anymore. I was considering going to that Jusenkyou
place, but I wanted to see how you would react to the idea. I didn't tell
you who I was at first because I wanted to surprise you." Ai-kun paused a
moment before continuing. "I also wanted to see if you thought I was
attractive. It would have made me feel...good to see you behave like that
to me. I never thought you'd be so against the idea. I'm sorry." 

Much to Ai-kun's surprise, Ukyou embraced him. "Don't you ever scare me
like that again, you jackass." She released him. "Now you have to promise
me you won't ever curse yourself. I won't let you do something like that to
me again."

Ai-kun held up his hand. "I promise." Once he was sure Ukyou calmed down he
got a mischievous idea. "Just out of curiosity, do you think this male body
is appealing?"

Ukyou gave a tired sigh. "Yes. It is attractive, but it's not you."

"I see." Ai-kun nodded his head approvingly. "Since I have this male body
anyway, at least for the moment, don't you think it would be a waste if we
didn't..." he ran his tongue across his lips. "...try it out?"

Ukyou shook her head. "Don't press your luck, Ai. You got me pretty angry
with you."

"Ah, well." Ai-kun shrugged. "You know, this male form of mine is something
of a disappointment"

Ukyou cocked her head her head quizzically. "In what way?"

"Well, since I'm so well endowed as a girl, I just figured I would be the
same way as a guy. But...well, see for yourself." Ai-kun stood up and
dropped his pants and boxers. "See? I'm not big at all. In fact, I'm below
average. It's very disappointing, wouldn't you agre... Ukyou? Why are you
covering up your eyes?"

"Because I don't want to see you naked!" When Ai had stood up and displayed
himself, Ukyou got more than a passing glimpse of Ai-kun, and to her it
appeared he had plenty to offer. However, her conservative nature kicked
in, making her cover her eyes. 

"Oh come on. I can't be the first guy you've ever seen, and you've already
said you don't want to do anything. You know I'll respect your wishes. You
have nothing to fear."

"Just pull up your pants. I don't want to look at you."

Ai-kun thought he knew what her problem was; Ukyou was finding herself
turned on, and she was not the only one. Ai-kun discovered he was becoming
aroused at the idea of Ukyou finding him attractive, and that arousal was
making itself known. Ai-kun took note that there was a slight difference in
the feeling between when men were turned on when compared to women. And it
didn't have entirely to do with the 'equipment' change.

He ignored the urge to take Ukyou up in his arms, and pulled his pants up.
"I'm dressed."

Ukyou slowly peeked through her fingers, saw Ai-kun was telling the truth,
and relaxed. "You'd better go."

For once Ai-kun did not protest. He agreed, but not before giving Ukyou a
peck on the cheek before departing.

Ukyou stared at the door after Ai-kun had exited. Matters were coming to a
head, and she was going to have to make a decision soon. Both for Ai's sake
and her own.


Kasumi decided to go out on the deck and enjoy the night air. Dinner had
been something of a disappointment. Ordinarily she would have loved eating
with Shampoo, but tonight, when she had tried to talk about their morning
conversation, Shampoo changed the subject. Kasumi let it drop, of course
--it would have been rude to press on-- but it had been disappointing.  So
after dinner she found herself unable to sleep and chose to walk on the
deck. It was late enough she believed that she would have the deck to
herself, which was why it was such a surprise to find a ten year old girl
already present and looking out at the nighttime ocean. It took Kasumi a
moment to recall the girl's name: Sparrow.

"" Kasumi greeted gently.

Sparrow's head quickly darted in Kasumi's direction, much like her
namesake. The young girl smiled in return, then gave a sad look and pointed
to her throat.

"" Kasumi brought her hands up and
began motioning with them. [Would it make you feel better if I talked like
this?]

Sparrow appeared startled for a moment, then relaxed. [You know the sign
language of the Joketsuzoku!]

Kasumi thought about that for the briefest of moments. When had she learned
that? Shampoo must have taught her. [Yes. I can.]

Sparrow returned that with a joyful smile that only the young could give.
[That's great. Not too many of my people know how to communicate like this.
Just my family, and a couple of others, and all the Elders. But who wants
to talk to Elders? They never have anything interesting to say. They just
want to collect the messages I have and send me on my way.]

Kasumi noticed the girl appeared a little saddened when she mentioned that.
[You sound lonely.]

The girl looked at Kasumi in surprise. [Not exactly. Everyone treats me
nicely,] she signed reluctantly. [Besides, it could be worse. If I didn't
have my curse, I wouldn't be the best messenger in the village.]

[Why would that be worse?]

Sparrow appeared reluctant to answer, but gazed into Kasumi's eyes. There
was a kindness there that made her want to trust the older girl. [My people
look down upon those that are not whole. It is not as though they are
harmed or thrown out, but they are not treated with the same respect others
are given, at least by most.] Her sadness at admitting that was quickly
replaced. [But sometimes, people can overcome their problems, like that
blind dummy, Mu Tse. If he weren't stupidly throwing himself at Xian Pu all
the time, he'd have a lot more respect. And I get a lot of respect because
I am the best and fastest messenger ever. No one else comes close. Even
though I am young, I get more honor than a lot of adults!]

Kasumi was delighted at the girl's happiness in her abilities, but she
detected something else in Sparrow's eyes. Some sort of melancholy. [What
do your friends think of your role as messenger?]

The look of melancholy grew. [I don't have many friends. There are only a
couple of good ones that can use sign language, but most of my people just
say hello and move on.]

Kasumi gave the girl an apologetic stare. [I'm sorry. I didn't mean to
upset you.]

Sparrow shook her head, and perked up a bit. [It's all right. Besides, I
have a gift the others don't.]

[What's that?]

Sparrow gave an elfish grin a leaped atop the railing. [I can fly!] She
spread her arms out and began walking along with exaggerated motions with
her arms as she flitted back and forth.

"" Kasumi said.

Sparrow did a pirouette on one toe, then stopped so she could sign once
more. [I never fall off. My balance is too good. I think it has to do with
my curse. I'm used to perching on things.] To prove her point she went
through an intricate series of leaps and dances along the thin metal rail
that would put Ranma to shame. Satisfied she proved her point, she stopped
to sign once again. [But the best thing in the world is the ability to fly!
That's why I'm not really sad, even though I don't have many friends. None
of them could fly with me.] 

Sparrow's eyes took on a distant cast. [There's nothing in the world that
can match the feeling of the wind running through your wings. You can
practically see the whole world when you fly as high as you can. The
village looks like a speck. It's so tiny you wouldn't know people live
there.] She gave a broad grin. [I've been farther and to more places than
anyone, except maybe Perfume and some of the elders. I love flying!]

Sparrow hopped down to the deck and walked up to Kasumi. [If I had any one
wish in the world, I wouldn't use it to wish for being able to talk. I'd
wish I could fly faster. That way I could see even more places than I can
now and I could get there quicker. It would be wonderful.]

Kasumi admired the young girl. There had been many difficulties for her,
yet she overcame them all and still enjoyed life. If only there was some
way for Kasumi to grant Sparrow that wish. Then it came to her.

[Sparrow, I know a way you can increase your speed. Hold your hands up,
palms flat and pointing up to the sky.]

Sparrow gave Kasumi a curious glance. [How will that make me faster?]

An eye blink later Kasumi disappeared. Sparrow stared at where she had been
but a moment ago. Then felt a tap to her shoulder. Sparrow turned to see
Kasumi, giving her one of the warmest smiles she had ever seen. Sparrow's
hands failed her for a moment before she managed, [How?]

Kasumi began talking. ""

Sparrow shook her head.

"" Kasumi paused for a moment, her
smile disappearing. ""

Sparrow nodded her head solemnly. [I promise. I don't even like to fight.
Even if I could speak I would never have made a good warrior. I can defend
myself, but beyond that, nothing.]

Kasumi smiled at that. On some instinctual level she knew the Amazon would
keep her promise. ""


Soun lay back in his bed and stared at the ceiling. He could just not
understand why Akane was so angry with him. She said she wanted to get
married to Ranma, so why was she so irate at him for trying to get her what
she wanted? It was that way with all of the girls; he never understood
them. If only their mother had still been alive, she always seemed to
understand everything. 

Temporarily overcome with grief, he cried a flood of tears for less than a
minute. It was true: time did heal all wounds, even the memories of his
departed wife. There was a time not so long ago when he would have been
unable to control himself for close to five minutes. He was almost healed,
at least as much as he was ever going to be. A gentle rap on the door
caught his attention.

"Enter."

Silk quietly entered and closed the door behind her. Soun immediately took
note that she was wearing an unusual loose-fitting white jumpsuit. A very
strange sight given her usual preference for more subtle wear. 

"It's nice to see you again," Silk purred in an almost feline manner. "I'm
sorry it took me so long to visit you. There was some Amazon business I had
to take care of. But I have some free time, now."

"That's wonderful!" Soun beamed. "Why don't you sit down and we can talk?"

"Talk. Heh."

Soun became nervous at the smile Silk gave when she said, 'talk'. And then
there was the way she was making her way over to him. He grew even more
apprehensive as he read the body signals she was giving off. It was a
familiar motion, one she had used on him on more than one occasion those
many years ago. She was stalking prey, and not in the conventional sense of
attacking either, though she could certainly play rough when she was in
such a mood.

"Talk is good," she said as she paused in front of him. "There's something
I need to ask you. I need your opinion."

Soun relaxed ever so slightly. So they WERE going to talk. "Of course."

She placed her hands on the jumpsuit, then ripped it easily off, leaving
her wearing nothing more than a smile. "Tear-away clothing. It's amazing
what marvels in attire you Japanese come up with," she explained. "And I
thought having a lingerie shop on a ship was a foolish idea. Go figure."

Soun moved further back on the bed, away from Silk. "Y...you're not wearing
any clothes."

"You always were the more observant of us," she said with a smile. "Since
you've known me for so long, I need to ask you the question. How do I look
now, compared to when I was younger?"

"Y...you're as beautiful as ever," he said with a trace of awe in his
voice.

"What a magnificent liar you are." She gave a soft giggle. "I've worked out
hard to stay in shape, but I know time has taken its toll."

"No. I mean it."

Silk seemed genuinely surprised. "Thank you again." Her surprise
disappeared as she moved onto the bed and next to Soun in one fluid motion.

"Silk," Soun protested, but made no move to stop her.

"Now what shape are you in?" Her hand found its way past his gi and to his
chest. "My, my. You have been keeping in shape." Her hand began to work its
way further down Soun's body. "Yes. All of your muscles are very hard.
Wait. What's this?"

"Silk," Soun softly protested again, but with much less force.

Silk ignored the plea. "This one is soft. How can that be? We used to give
it such good workouts too. Let's start that training regimen again." Silk
cut off the third protest by placing a finger from her free hand  to his
lips and shifting from her playful demeanor to a more serious one. "I think
it's been long enough for both of us, don't you?"

Instinctively he wanted to protest, but realized it was more out of habit
than for any real reason. In answer to her, he nodded his head.


Shampoo quietly sneaked down the passengers' area the Amazon hunt pack was
quartered in. As late as it was, she hoped all of them were asleep.
Subterfuge was called for, and the fewer people that saw her awake at that
late hour, the better. 

The rooms were all quiet, save one from which the sounds of passion were
emanating from. Not the one she desired, fortunately. That cabin was next
to the one the noises were coming from. She knocked on the door with only
the lightest of force. 

Perfume opened the door and stared in surprise at her visitor. "" she whispered, looking down the corridor to see if anyone had spotted
Shampoo. Perfume was still wearing her normal clothes. With the noises
coming from So Fu next door, there was no way Perfume was going to get any
sleep until her neighbor was finished.

""

"" Perfume went into her
cabin and brought out a dress. 

"" Shampoo said.

Perfume smiled. ""

Shampoo just stared. ""

"" Perfume retorted.

"" Shampoo shook her head in
disbelief. "" 

Perfume shrugged. ""

Shampoo appeared somewhat nervous. ""

"" Perfume returned the dress inside and came out with her naginta.

"" Shampoo warned.

""


Ranma was doing a one-armed handstand in an effort to clear his thoughts.
As hard as he tried to come up with a solution, there was still no way he
could think of to keep Shampoo out of danger. The only thing he had going
for him was that the ship was heading in the wrong direction. That was all
that was presently on the bright side. There was also one other thing that
was distracting him. Just one question.

Who do I choose?

Over and over his mind kept returning to that one burning question. No
matter how hard he attempted to keep it out, it would return and call out
to him some more. He decided it was time to stop fighting it and accept an
attempt to figure out the answer. There was no clear cut choice, so it
would probably be best if he compared the two. There were a lot of pros and
cons. Neither girl was perfect, but even he wasn't. He was close, but not
quite flawless.

On the good side the girls were both martial artists. Shampoo was great,
always able to press him hard, though he was still better. On the other
hand, Akane had gotten a lot better in the last few months. On the downside
Tarou was largely responsible for that. But he couldn't hold that against
her. She had to do what was best for herself. As it stood Shampoo was the
better martial artist than Akane. The fight they had the day before proved
that.

Too bad martial arts had nothing to do with love.

The next thing to consider was looks. Why not? Shampoo was gorgeous. She
had a beautiful face and a great body. The purple hair made her seem
exotic. She did have that large scar on her side, courtesy of Perfume, but
he didn't care about that.

Then there was Akane. Yes, he had called her an uncute, unsexy, unfeminine
tomboy in the past, but the truth was Akane was cute. Actually she was very
attractive. Not in the classic way Shampoo was, but in a girl-next-door
sort of way. The names he had called her were reflexes. Whenever he felt
offended or wronged by her, that was how he fought back. But deep down
inside he had never meant them. Never believed in them. Now he could admit
it to himself, if not her. So as far as looks went, they were even.

Now that it really mattered. Looks were never truly important to him. Not
now. Not ever. 

That was two essentially useless categories down. He was about to move on
to which one could cook better, since eating was important to him, when he
realized he was stalling. He was not going to base a decision on who could
be a better 'classic' wife; if he wanted that he would have already run off
with Kasumi. No. He had to consider more important issues.

Curses. Shampoo had one. Akane did not. Yes, Shampoo would turn into a guy,
but he turned into a girl. He was hardly a hypocrite, and would never shun
Shampoo because of her curse. Besides, he had never known her without one,
growing to care for her with the knowledge that water turned her into a
guy. It was irrelevant to him.

There was the problem with children, but he had already covered that, in a
way. He did not want any right away. Period. He was sixteen, going on
seventeen. Children were the last thing on his mind. If he chose Shampoo,
they would adopt when the time came. That was all that mattered about the
curse and children.

Family honor. 

Now that was a problem. He was supposed to marry a Tendo. End of
discussion. That meant Akane. He cared for her. Might have even lo...the
l-word her, but he did not want to feel forced into something he was unsure
about. 

There really wasn't any way around it. If he chose Shampoo, his family
still would not release him from THEIR promise. So unless he turned his
back on them and the obligation, and he wasn't certain if he could do that,
then he could not marry Shampoo.

Ranma cursed his parents for trying to deny him the right to make any
choices in his life.

He gazed at the clock on the wall. Nearly two hours had passed. He had
asked himself every question and weighed every fact he could, save one. 
The most important. And the only one that mattered.

Who did he love?

Through all of the hours and thinking, it all came down to that one
question. And he still didn't know the answer to it.

Ranma gave up and stared at the ceiling, seeing not the mildew encrusted
tiles, but Akane and Shampoo's faces dancing before him. Despite the
tribulations of the last week, he was not the least bit tired. So he just
lay back and pondered how his life had come to the crossroads it was at.

He cursed his lack of experience in matters of the heart. And the more he
thought about who to choose, the worse he felt. He wasn't like Pantyhose,
who he knew would look at it as a no lose situation. To Ranma, it was a no
win situation. One of the girls would end up hurt no matter what, and it
would be all because of him.

A soft knock on the door broke him out of his increasing misery. It was
well past two AM. No one should have been bothering him at that hour. His
muscles tensed as he approached the door. 

"Shampoo, what are you doing here? It's late."

Shampoo brushed past Ranma and closed the door behind her. He felt a shiver
run down his spine as he noticed the familiar predatory gleam in the
Amazon's eyes. 

"Shampoo, why are you here?"

Shampoo moved closer. "I thought you might be having trouble deciding."

Ranma relaxed a tiny fraction. "Yes. I have. So if you came here for an
answer, I don't got one."

Shampoo shrugged. "That's okay. I wouldn't expect you to. You don't have
all of the facts yet."

Ranma scratched his head in confusion. "I don't have all of the facts?"
What was missing that he hadn't considered?

"No." And with that she brought his face to her and gave him a passionate
kiss, not breaking it for close to a full minute. When Shampoo broke off
the kiss she gasped for air. 

"Wow! Ranma sure know how to kiss." It took her a moment to realize she had
become so excited that her command of Japanese had slipped. Composing
herself, she continued. "I mean, you should know how I kiss. That'll make
your decision easier. You're really a good kisser, though," she added. 

At first, Ranma was more than a little weak in the knees. Not the sort of
reaction he would have expected from his first kiss, at least as a guy.
Then what she said kicked in and his defenses went up. "You kissed me!" 

"You kissed back."

It took him a moment to realize that, after the initial shock, he had
indeed kissed her back. He didn't even remember thinking about it; it had
been an automatic reaction. A good one though. 

"Yeah. I did." He began to swagger a little as his confidence began to
build. "And I did it good too." 

Shampoo picked up that, for all of his posturing, he was also asking her if
it had been good. "Hmmm," she purred. "The absolute best. It was much
better, than Mikado or Uk... It was really, really good." She hoped he
hadn't caught the gaffe. Besides, Ukyou had kissed her.

Ranma was so busy feeling proud of himself he missed Shampoo's slip of the
tongue. He had not realized how afraid he was that his kissing technique
was horrible. After all, the only time he had kissed a girl was Akane in
the park, and she had run off screaming. Well, she had pretty much done all
the kissing; he had done nothing other than sit there in shock, but he was
still afraid he had done something wrong. 

He was going to say something else when Shampoo's next action gained all of
his attention. The Amazon took her top off, revealing everything nature had
given her for Ranma to see. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he told
himself he should have remembered to return her lingerie to her.

"Sh...Sh...Shampoo! What are you doing?!"

She latched onto him, pressing herself tight against his body. "I just want
to show you what else you'll have if you choose me." She hooked one leg
around his hip and semi-straddled him. "Think of it as a trial run."

Fear and lust fought for control within Ranma. Instinctively his body
reacted with hers. He wanted to do it, he could feel that, but at the same
time he did not want to. It was a paradox that was almost as difficult as
trying to decide between Akane and Shampoo. What she said made sense...no!
He wasn't that way. "Shampoo. Let go."

She maintained her hold, rubbing her leg across his backside. "You don't
want me to."

He allowed a little more intensity to creep into his voice. "Yes. I do."

This time Shampoo relinquished her hold and stepped back a couple of feet.
She placed her hands on her hips, making certain Ranma had an unrestricted
view of her chest. "What's wrong?" There was more than a hint of irritation
in her voice.

"Cover your chest too."

She did as she asked and crossed her arms in front of her chest, leaving
her top on the floor. Why was he acting so resistant? It wasn't as though
she was forcing him to make a choice. She just wanted to...persuade him a
little. As she thought about it, she began to consider an alternate reason
for his refusal to her advances. "You think I'm ugly, don't you?" It made
sense to her. It would be just her luck to discover the one man in the
world that thought big-chested, purple-haired girls were a turn off.

"NO! Why does it always have to be about looks with you girls? I don't care
what you look like."

That eased her somewhat, but maybe it was something else. "You do like
girls, right?"

"Of course I do! What kind of a stupid question is that?!"

"You're not afraid of me because of my curse?"

"No!"

Shampoo thought she might have the reason at last. "Ranma, you be honest
with me. Do you have problems performing?"

He stared at her in confusion. "No. I'm a good actor. And if I have
problems with my lines, the solution is one electro-shock away."

Shampoo resisted the very powerful urge to strike him. Even Ranma should
have picked up on that. He had to be avoiding the question. "Ranma, just
because you have problems getting it up it's okay. I read in school that
most of the time the problem is psy...psycho...is all in your head. With
the way your father raised you that's not a surprise. And if it is physical
there's plenty of drugs that can overcome it." She took a deep breath. "And
if you can't overcome it, it won't make any difference to me. I'll love you
anyway." She smiled to herself, quite proud of the sacrifice she was
willing to make.

"Are you finished?" Ranma said softly.

"Yes."

"Good." He took a deep breath.

"I'M NOT IMPOTENT!!!" About halfway through the declaration he had finally
understood what she meant by 'performing'.

That confused Shampoo. She was all out of ideas. "Then why won't you sleep
with me?"

Oh how he loathed explaining himself, but if he didn't she was going to be
confused and miserable. "Look. My decision ain't going to be based on how
good the ah, sex is. It's going to be who I love."

"I'm not asking you to make a choice," Shampoo protested.

"For me, sleeping with you or Akane would be a choice. That's the way I am.
It's not like you would sleep around with some guy you thought was
good-looking."

"Ah, no!" She began sweating appreciatively. "I would never sleep with a
man I didn't love or was just really good friends with." That was the
truth, basically.

"Right," Ranma agreed. "If I'm going to sleep with someone, it's going to
be someone I love, and after I'm married. I'd want to do it properly and
all."

Shampoo never really understood how old-fashioned Ranma was about that sort
of thing. It was kind of sweet. It was also inconvenient, annoying, and
frustrating as hell, but sweet. "If you're sure, then I'll back off." She
gave him a coy gaze. "If you're sure."

"I am."

"Then let's kiss some more!" She grabbed him once again.

He tried squirming out of her grasp. "I..it's not that I didn't like it! I
did! But it's not fair to Akane. And I kind of want to make sure whoever I
do that with is the one I choose." Actually he felt he was two-timing
Akane. It wasn't as though someone as conservative as her would ever try
the sort of thing Shampoo was doing.

Shampoo backed off. As much as she wanted to stay, pushing Ranma would only
make him resentful, not compliant.

As Shampoo considered what to do, Perfume's voice came loudly from the
hall. "Oh! Hi there, Akane Tendo! What brings you here this time of
night?!"

Ranma panicked. What was Akane doing out at that time of night? What was
Perfume doing there too?

"That's my early warning system," Shampoo said, answering his unspoken
question. Her original intent was to have Perfume warn her if anyone was
coming, then make a break for it. But now that she considered it, she
should let Akane find out about her presence. If Akane followed her usual
pattern, she would jump to an inaccurate conclusion, not listen to the
explanation, then call off the engagement. A happy ending for all.

Ranma came to the same conclusion, save the last part. "You've got to get
out of here!"

Shampoo gave him a defiant stare. "Why?"

"Because she's going to think we were doing something when we weren't!"

"It's not my fault she's self-centered and won't listen to your
explanations."

Ranma gave her a flat stare. "And like you always listen to what I say.
Just like that time Akari's breasts fell into my face and I had to touch
her to get her off."

Shampoo scowled at Ranma. "It looked to me like you enjoyed groping her
chest! You sure didn't move your hands away from her too quick! You just
squeezed her so you could get a cheap feel!"

Ranma silently wondered if all women sounded like Akane when they were
jealous. He also realized that Akane and Perfume's voices were getting
louder.

"What are you doing here, Perfume?"

"I'm just enjoying the night air, Akane Tendo!"

"Inside?"

"It looked like rain, Akane Tendo!"

"Why do you keep saying my name?"

"I'm showing you respect, Akane Tendo!"

There was a pause before Akane spoke again. "I understand! Shampoo's in
there and you're trying to warn her!"

"I have no idea of what you are talking about."

"Liar! Get out of my way!"

"I'm trying, but, you keep moving into it."

Ranma's panic doubled. There was no way Perfume could keep an angry Akane
out. "Shampoo, please."

She couldn't resist a pleading Ranma. "I'll go out the window." It was then
Shampoo remembered one very important detail she had overlooked when making
her escape plan: ships don't have windows. They have portholes. Small ones.
Very small ones. Very small ones that Shampoo could not possibly fit
through.

"Un oh." She gave a nervous chuckle.

Ranma ran around the room, frantically. "We gotta get you out of sight!" As
though there was any such place in the small, cabin where that would work. 

Shampoo was initially pleased that she would be discovered by Akane. But an
image went through her mind that if Akane rejected Ranma under those
circumstances, he might be tempted to win her back. He might even agree to
marry her to get back in her good graces. That would not do. Shampoo then
considered how to get out of sight. There was no other way out of the cabin
than the door, and in order to use that Akane would have to be distracted
so Shampoo could sneak out. But what to use as a distraction? Then she got
the idea.

The Amazon ran over to the wall next to an adjacent cabin and made one of
her old style 'entrances', making a woman-sized hole in the wall. Instead
of going through it, she backed away and hid next to a dresser against the
wall the  real door was set in. As long as Akane did not move into the
portion of the room opposite the hole, Akane would never know she was
there. Shampoo only needed a moment to get out once Akane was distracted.

Akane burst through the door just as the dust around the hole was settling.
"I knew it! Shampoo was here!"

Ranma stared nervously at Akane. "No! No! She's not here! That wall
collapsed on its own. This is a run down ship and that happens all the
time."

"Liar! She just made that hole and is trying to escape!" To prove her point
Akane went through the hole, giving Shampoo enough time to escape out the
door and run for it. Perfume stopped her long enough to tell Shampoo to
wait at the end of the hall and out of sight long enough for Perfume to
talk to her.

Ranma breathed a sigh of relief, until his eyes fell on Shampoo's top still
lying on the floor. Quickly he tucked it under the covers of his bed.

Akane made an intensive search of the adjacent cabin. Much to her
frustration it was empty, and the door was locked from the outside. She had
been certain the hole had been caused by Shampoo, too. When she returned to
Ranma's cabin she saw Perfume smiling smugly at her. 

"See. I told you."

Akane stared suspiciously. "Why are you here?"

"I wanted to try to seduce Ranma away from you and Shampoo. He would look
so good in a dress." Perfume gave a deep sigh and stared longingly at
Ranma.

Akane began to glow blue. "He is not a pervert! Now get out of here!" She
rushed Perfume out the door and slammed it shut behind her. "She's lucky I
don't beat her up for what she did to me and my family," Akane growled.

She calmed herself down and turned to Ranma. "I'm sorry I doubted you. I'm
just on edge." She examined the hole once again. "I guess this ship really
is a piece of...well, you know."

"Yeah." Ranma wiped the sweat from his brow. "What are you doing here
anyway?"

Akane began fidgeting, giving nervous glances throughout the room and
looking at everything but Ranma. "Well, I...umm,"

Ranma just stared at her as she continued stuttering for almost a minute.
"Are you just going to mumble all night?" Ranma rumbled, the series of the
day's events having finally worn his patience down.

Akane scowled at him, then found resolve in her irritation. She forcefully
grabbed his head and brought his lips to hers. It wasn't easy for her to
make the effort to 'win a guy' like that. It wasn't as though she did not
want to kiss Ranma, it was just she had as much  experience as Ranma in
dealing with matters of the heart. 

It was obvious, even to her, that Ranma was confused and trying hard not to
hurt anyone. She was willing to give him a leeway now that she had been
unwilling to in the past. He was being tentative, and under different
circumstances that was the way she would have preferred things, but now
there was an outside force to consider. Akane had to take desperate
measures to influence Ranma, and that meant going to his room and doing
what needed to be done.

Besides, it was exactly what Shampoo would have done if she had not beaten
the Amazon to it.

After a minute Akane came up for air. "Sorry," she gasped. "I don't know
what came over me."

"It's déjà vu all over again," Ranma said as he felt weak in the knees once
more.

"What was that?"

"Nothing," Ranma said quickly. Since it seemed Akane missed the innuendo,
he thought about the kiss he had just received. It was different from
Shampoo's, but felt every bit as good. Maybe it was too bad the girls
didn't get along. Then they could...

He got rid of those sort of thoughts immediately. Even thinking about it
was more than he could handle.

Akane spoke up once more. "I know that was kind of forward of me. But we've
been engaged for almost a year and never really kissed."

"Except for the time in the park and you took off screaming," Ranma said
dryly.

"Err...yeah. Sorry about that." Akane blushed a little. That had seemed
like a million years ago, but the memory did make her want to try
something. Just to make certain she was over that particular problem. She
grabbed a pitcher of water next to Ranma's night stand and proceeded to
dump the contents on his head.

"Hey!" Ranma-chan spluttered as she tried wiping some of the water out of
her hair. "What's the big idea?!"

Akane didn't answer, but rather kissed Ranma-chan once again. The kiss was
much briefer than the first, but tasted just as good to Akane. "I just
wanted to show you I don't care if you're a boy or a girl. I care about you
either way."

"Oh," Ranma-chan  said softly. 

Akane became nervous again. She wasn't certain if she could go through with
the next part, but she did not want to risk losing him. "Ranma, if you want
to do anything else, we can. Anything you want."

Ranma-chan examined Akane closely. Was she implying...she was. That was all
she needed. For two people that were so different, it was amazing how
Akane's mind mirrored Shampoo's sometimes.

"Neither of us is ready for that. You'd better leave." Ranma-chan held open
the door for her.

Akane gave her a hurt look. "You don't...want me?"

Ranma-chan shook her head. "Believe me when I say I would do the exact same
thing if Shampoo threw herself at me. It's not that I don't think you're
attractive. It's just the way I am."

Akane seemed a little reassured, if hurt, by Ranma-chan's refusal. She gave
her a smile and left quietly. Akane touched her lips as she headed towards
her room. That had not gone as she had thought it would, but it wasn't a
bad start. Not at all.

She was more than halfway back when she passed Minami's room and heard the
sounds of retching. Akane wondered how the poor ghost sweeper was doing and
knocked on the door. A weak 'enter' was the response.

Akane examined Minami, who was still laying in her bed, a foul smelling
bucket next to her. Akane tried ignoring the smell as she looked her friend
over. "Has it been like this all day?" Akane asked.

Minami nodded her head weakly. "It's magic. I'm sure of it."

"What is there that could make you magically sick?"

"I don't know," she said. "It doesn't matter. I'll be at your side when the
time comes. I promise you."

"You have no idea how sorry I am to hear you say that."

Akane spun in the direction of the voice behind her. She turned just in
time to see a tall figure shrouded in a black robe with the hood drawn up
over its head wave a hand before her. 

"Sleep," the figure intoned. Akane hit the floor a moment later, in a deep
slumber.

Minami recognized the figure, even if she could not see his face. The voice
and soft pink glint where the figure's left eye should have been was a
giveaway. "Fistandantilus," she barely managed to get out. It made sense
now. He was more than powerful enough to curse her into such a state. And
she was too weak to do anything now.

"Yes. I told you a time of darkness would come and I would see you survive
it. Your friends are most likely marching to their death, but not you. I
owe a favor to the Six Fingered Hand, and they want you alive. Once I have
done that, my debt to them is canceled. So sleep, Neria. And when you
awaken, your world will probably no longer be your own." He cast a spell
before her. It would render her comatose for the next five days, at which
time all would be decided.

Minami managed to say. "Not Neria. Neria...was mother's...name." She could
just barely make out the response as everything went dark.

"Yes. It is."


Shampoo crossed her arms over her chest as she and Perfume walked the
corridors of the ship. She had forgotten her top in her haste. At least no
one had seen her yet.

"" Perfume
suggested.

Shampoo nodded, and made a 'door' to one of the cabins. It was deserted,
and one splash of cold water later, a male Shampoo-kun left the cabin. As
he walked down the corridor he felt the ship lurch much more than it had in
the past. Something was rocking the boat.

"Let's talk in Japanese," Shampoo-kun suggested. "It'll help people not put
two and two together, not that I believe any of our sisters are awake at
this time of night." 

"Okay." The two walked in silence for a while, only the sound of their
footsteps accompanying them. Eventually Perfume spoke up. "Shampoo, what
would you give for our people?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Perfume's voice dropped several decibels, making it difficult for
Shampoo-kun to hear her. "What would you give for our people? What if there
was something only you could do to save them? Some threat so great that it
would require a sacrifice of something that you held dear? Could you give
up your friends? Your love? Your life?"

Shampoo-kun became concerned at his friend's suddenly odd behavior. Perfume
was always a deep thinker that would ask odd questions, but this was much
stranger than anything Shampoo-kun could remember the girl had asked in the
past. "You're not making any sense." 

"Just answer the question. I need to know." Perfume was almost pleading,
something she had almost never done.

Shampoo-kun tried thinking of how to answer the question. "I would do
anything for them, even give my life. But I have no intention of dying
because of this stupid curse and stupid law! It's wrong. There's nothing
either it or I can do to harm our people. I'm no threat. There's no reason
to die, and I'm not going to let myself be killed!"

Perfume's attitude suddenly changed as she became much happier. "Let's go
spar!"

"At this time of night?" Shampoo-kun said in disbelief. Had Perfume lost
her mind?

"It might be the last chance we get. Besides, no one back home can truly
test me anymore. You're the only one I can go all out with."

Shampoo-kun thought it over. It was late, and he was tired, but the chance
to spar with Perfume was too great to pass up. Sparring with Ranma had
taught Shampoo-kun that he could never be 'good enough'. Being the best was
something one always had to fight for, and that could only be done by
taking on the best and triumphing. The fights with Perfume had always been
close. Now it was time for Shampoo-kun to find out if he could truly call
himself the best of the Amazons.

The two made their way to the deck, the only place on the ship that was big
enough to have a decent match. As they neared their destination they felt
the ship's lurching become more violent. Once they made it to the deck,
they saw the cause of the craft's increase in movement. There was a storm
blowing. From the way the ship was being tossed both thought they were in
the middle of a typhoon. The furious cacophony of waves hitting the ship,
wind howling in their ears, and rain falling in sheets made both Amazons
have to shout to be heard.

"We can't go out in this!" Shampoo-kun protested.

Perfume gave him a wild-eyed look as she placed a leather cover over the
blade of the naginta. "Don't be such a baby! What's life without a little
risk? Nothing but a way of watching yourself wither and die moment by
moment. I choose to live life, and I am going to dance in that mother of a
storm and show the gods what I'm made of! Make up your mind! Are you alive,
or do you wait for death like some old male?!" Without waiting for an
answer, Perfume disappeared into the pouring rain.

Shampoo-kun considered Perfume's words for a moment. It all came down to
one question: Live life safely or on the edge?

Shampoo-kun ran out into the storm.

There was a moment of disorientation as Shampoo-kun found himself blinded
by the rain and the wind. The slick surface of the deck made his footing
unsound. It was during his confusion that Perfume struck. The advantage she
had from adjusting to the harsh conditions first paid off as she connected
with the blunt end of the naginta into Shampoo-kun's right shoulder. A
follow-up fist struck Shampoo-kun in the temple. He barely had enough time
to avoid or parry Perfume's series of attacks. He had to admit, Perfume was
pressing him hard and holding nothing back. If Shampoo-kun had not known
better, he would have sworn his old friend was really trying to hurt him.

The fight began to move from one end of the ship to the other. Shampoo-kun
was put on the defensive for the first part of the combat, but managed to
regain his full senses and began to retaliate. The reach advantage Perfume
had made fighting difficult, and Shampoo-kun's right shoulder continued to
bother him. Perfume landed a second strike into it and made the pain worse,
rendering Shampoo-kun's arm nearly inoperable.

"How does that feel?!" Perfume shouted over the ever increasing storm. 

Shampoo-kun connected with a vicious backfist to Perfume's head. The girl
went sprawling nearly twenty feet on the wet deck. "Pretty damn good!"

Perfume regained her footing and the two fought on more even standing once
again. A second dance of violence erupted between the two. Unlike the last
one, the pair fought not for death, but for pride. For all of the sparring
it was supposed to be, the intensity of the fight could not help escalating
as the storm heightened in watery fury. Wind tore at both fighters, making
the conflict increasingly difficult, yet at the same time adding to it as
each combatant used the battleground to their advantage. Lightning struck
nearby as they went leaping from one side of the roofs on the ship to the
other. Each tried to assault the other in the storm. Twice each warrior
nearly lost their footing and plunged to the deck below, yet all it did was
to add fuel to their duel. 

After several more exchanges, Shampoo-kun at last managed to hurl Perfume's
naginta away from her. The cursed Amazon's hope that the move would give
him an advantage failed as he discovered that Perfume was as much a
mistress of unarmed combat as she was with her weapons. The two exchanged a
rapid succession of blows with one another, each sacrificing defense for
offense. Had there been any observer present, and had he been able to gaze
into the two warriors' eyes, he would have seen a look of near madness upon
each one's features. The combatants' passion matched the savagery of the
storm; both of them were wild in a near orgasmic frenzy of violence.

Nearly twenty more minutes passed as the two fought, until at last
Shampoo-kun connected with a series of fists and kicks concentrated on
Perfume's head. With one final blow he drove her back into a radar dish
with such force it nearly snapped Perfume's spine. The girl lay on the
metal plates, moaning softly while holding her back in pain.

Shampoo-kun roared at the rain filled skies in triumph, then stared at his
opponent and had to suppress the urge to finish her off. The razor's edge
of emotion he had been riding on for the last twenty minutes left him in a
near animalistic state of mind. At some point primal instincts had
overridden his rational mind, and the duel had degenerated into a desperate
fight for dominance. Now he had to bring those emotions under control, lest
they consume him.

It took him nearly a full minute before he could trust himself to not
attack Perfume. And perhaps the most horrifying thing was, he felt no shame
at the loss of control. It had been liberating, in some base way, and he
almost wished he could have maintained that state of mind. But on some deep
level he knew better, and that cutting loose was simply something he had
needed to do for so very long. He ignored the siren's call to release all
of those base urges and reigned in his emotions, even as the storm seemed
to beckon him into raging out of control once again. Slowly he approached
Perfume.

"I cannot think of a more magnificent fight I have ever bee-" 

Shampoo-kun's statement was cut short as Perfume kicked out, sweeping his
leg out from under him, forcing him to land on his injured shoulder. It was
also at that moment that a powerful wave caused the ship to lurch, sending
the sprawling Shampoo-kun and Perfume towards the edge of the roof. Both
went over and landed hard on the deck. When Shampoo-kun tried to stop his
slide into the ocean, his right arm refused to respond with anything other
than pain. The rain-slick deck afforded him no purchase, and with nothing
to grab onto, he slid over the side. It was only at the last moment that he
snagged the deck with his good arm, fingers digging into the deck plate.
The handhold was too perilous and he could not force himself up to the
deck. It took all he had to simply maintain his grip.

Perfume managed to stop her own slide earlier by grabbing onto a pipe that
was sticking out of the deck. As the ship stopped listing and settled onto
a semi-normal position, Perfume regained her feet. She wearily walked over
to where Shampoo-kun hung over the side.

"Help me up!" Shampoo-kun shouted over the crashing sound of the sea.

Perfume remained motionless, staring at Shampoo-kun and the precarious
handhold he had. The seas rolled in the inky blackness, and even Perfume
knew there was no one that could survive that kind of violent surging
unprotected for more than a minute. Then the ocean would claim another
life, swallowing up someone as though they had never existed. One could not
fight the endless waters and win.

"The answer to so many problems," Perfume said softly as she stared at the
ocean, unconcerned with the swaying of the ship, as though somehow knowing
there was no risk to her life.

Shampoo-kun could not make out the words Perfume spoke. All he could see
was that Perfume was suddenly very frightening. It was almost as though he
had ceased to exist in his old friend's eyes. "Are you going to help me up
or let me die?!"

Perfume's mind was racing with the possibilities. If Shampoo died at sea,
the curse would go unrevealed, while her Hunt Pack would have maintained
its honor by fulfilling its objective. No shame would fall on Cologne or
her clan. No shame would be attributed to Shampoo's name, and she would go
down as dying with honor against an opponent one could not hope to best.
Perfume would become leader without Shampoo to bar the way. The Joketsuzoku
would be safe, not dying in ninety years as Mr. Domino predicted, but going
on to fulfill a destiny of rule that would extend across the centuries.
Shampoo had said she was willing to die for her people. Now she could prove
it.

The breaking point of the deck near Shampoo-kun's hand was clear to
Perfume. All it would take was one finger and the deck would shatter and
the black-haired boy would plummet to his death. Or she could just wait
until his grip failed him and he plunged into the dark waters below.
Shampoo-kun could barely hold on, and would fall in at any moment. The
solution to so many problems, and it could be obtained by simply doing
nothing. All she had to do was let her friend die. A lifetime of dreams was
only a moment away.


No.


"Give me your hand, my sister!" Perfume shouted as she reached down and
grabbed onto Shampoo-kun's hand that was just about to slip away from the
deck. Between the two of them they managed to get Shampoo-kun safely back
onboard as the duo moved back from the edge of the ship.

Once he caught his breath Shampoo-kun shot an accusing glare towards
Perfume. "What was that all about?"

"I was lost in thought. My apologies."

"Your timing really stinks!" Shampoo-kun glowered. "And by the way, I won
the fight."

Perfume smiled at her friend. "I think we both did. The only question now
is what price do we pay for our victory?"


It was late morning when So Fu awakened to see her lover had already
dressed and had left the cabin. She had had very little experience with
members of the opposite sex, but even she could tell her lover was
magnificent in bed. She quickly dressed and went outside in the hall, only
to see him talking suggestively with Tablet.

"What go on here?" she asked D'Amour.

"He's trying to hit on me," Tablet explained.

So Fu stared in shock at D'Amour. "Why you do that after what we do last
night?"

D'Amour shrugged. "Well, it was great, but it's time to move on."

So Fu could not believe what she was hearing. "But you say you love So Fu."

"Hey. Love only goes so far, baby."

She nearly facefaulted in shock. "You imply maybe we marry." That was one
of the reasons So Fu had agreed to sleep with him. He had said such words
of caring and affection. She was certain he meant every word.

D'Amour covered his ears, as though someone had shouted at him. "Don't say
the M-word. It's almost as bad as the C-word." 

"C-word?" So Fu asked.

"I think he means commitment," Tablet explained once more.

D'Amour recoiled at the sound. 

So Fu felt her anger grow. "So Fu know C-word too. It called 'castration'."
She pulled out her belt knife and brandished it towards the captain. 

D'Amour backed up in a hurry. "Look. I'm sorry. Why don't we screw some
more? Maybe that will make everything better."

"There only one part of you So Fu want to hold in her hands! And it not as
big as you brag!" She began chasing D'Amour.

D'Amour rounded a corner just in time to see another Amazon come out of her
room. She motioned for him to run into her room. Sensing So Fu about to
come around the corner, he took a chance and agreed. The Amazon remained
outside, but closed the door behind D'Amour.

So Fu paused in front of Julep. ""

""

The smile Julep gave unnerved So Fu to no end. Still, D'Amour deserved
whatever came to him. 

Julep went inside her cabin. D'Amour cut himself a dashing figure as he
tried to romance her "I know why you saved me, you want me. I can see it in
your eyes."

Julep couldn't understand a word he said. Instead she simply said, "" and pushed him back onto her bed.

"I like aggressiveness," D'Amour commented as Julep straddled his hips. He
started to undo his shirt.

"" Julep dug her nails into the shirt and ripped it clean off
his body.

"Feisty," D'Amour noted. "I love that too."

Julep dug her nails into D'Amour's chest, drawing blood. He gave a yell.
"OWW! Watch it! I'm not into pain."

Had Julep understood him, her response would have been, 'here's where you
get to learn.' It wasn't her fault her wolf genes made her
somewhat...frenzied when she was excited like this.


Outside, So Fu listened to the screams of agony coming from D'Amour.
Apparently the rumors about Julep's wild nature were true. She decided the
captain was going to be punished enough and left him to Julep's tender
mercies.


It was an hour later a badly scratched up D'Amour barely made his way out
of Julep's room. Muttering about what an animal she was. It was another
hour before he made it to his quarters, cleaned himself up, then made
himself presentable to his crew. About the only thing that had gone his way
was the defeat of that Kunou person. It would have been a lot easier if his
crew had not been taking cheap shots at him when his back was to them. 

It took him only a few moments to head up to the bridge and take his
position as captain. He looked out over the bridge and observed they were
approaching an island. 

"What island is that?" he asked Kawada

"It's Hawaii, sir."

D'Amour groaned. "Taking the long way again, are we?"

At that moment a wild-eyed man with long red hair ran onto the bridge.
"I've done it! I've finally done it!"

The captain shook the man's hand. "Congratulations!"

"Do you even know what he's done, sir, or who he is?" Kawada asked dryly.

"Haven't the faintest idea," he said as continued to shake the man's hand.
"I was hoping you would tell me."

"Surprisingly, sir, I don't know who he is or what he's done either."

D'Amour looked the man over. "Who are you?"

"Alexander Luthorinski. And who are you?"

"I'm the captain."

Luthorinski looked the man over. It was such a long time ago that he had
met the previous captain he couldn't remember what the man looked like. He
shrugged, what was one captain compared to another? "I have finally figured
out how to make the fold generators work! And in atmosphere no less!" he
shouted excitedly.

"That's great!" D'Amour exclaimed. "Is that fold as in origami?"

"I think he means fold as in time and space, sir."

"Correct!" Luthorinski shouted. "Come over here." He led them to a control
panel that no one was manning. 

"We have no idea what this one does," D'Amour informed the mad scientist.
"It does have lots of pretty blinking lights."

"It's the control panel to the fold generators."

"How do you know that?"

"It says it on the name plate right here." Luthorinski pointed out the name
plate to D'Amour.

The captain nodded sagely. "You're a brilliant man, Luthorinski."

Kawada took the crowbar that the helmsman's was aiming at the back of the
captain's head out of his hands. "Why don't you explain to us how this
works?" Kawada asked.

"Certainly," Luthorinski gave a brief synopsis on how the controls worked,
explaining how to set the coordinates and making certain they understood
the ship had to be targeted in a body of water, or else the craft would be
ruined.

"So we can just suddenly appear somewhere and not have to travel across the
seas at all?" the captain asked.

"Well the number of times you can use it is severely limited," Luthorinski
reluctantly admitted. "It takes an incredible amount of power to run the
generators. There's only enough for two folds per week. No more."

D'Amour practically slavered in anticipation. He could now make a deadline
for the first time in his career as ship's captain. "Get me the coordinates
for the nearest body of water to Joketsuzoku."

Aki was not present on the bridge, so one of the other crewman the quickly
found the coordinates from one of the maps. The nearest body of water they
could find was fifty miles away from the Amazon village. It took but a
moment to set the coordinates into the computer.

"Do we risk it, sir?" Kawada asked.

D'Amour shrugged. "Nothing ventured nothing gained." He pushed the
activation button. "Besides, what could go wrong?"

"We could end up being ejected into deep space," Luthorinski informed them.
"But there's only a ten percent chance per fold of that."

"We're safe then." D'Amour grinned happily. "When do we ever beat the
odds?"

"Flawless logic as ever, sir," Kawada said as he cursed the gods for
delivering him into D'Amour's hands. Then the fold happened.

A moment of disorientation passed on the ship as everyone felt as though
they were turned inside out for a brief second. Then the feeling passed,
and all of those that could had a view outside could see the ship was now
in the middle of a large lake. Mountains were seen in the distance to the
north. One in particular caught the attention of all of those that could
view it. The mountain was surrounded by at least five huge columns of flame
that reached out thousands of feet high to the skies.

Kawada paled as he allowed his sense to stretch out to the area around
them. It took him nearly a moment to piece together what was happening. 

"This whole area is a giant focus," he said in awe. "And the center of it
is there." He pointed to the mountain.

"Do you have any idea what mountain that is?" D'Amour asked.

"It's Mount Phoenix."

The captain turned in surprise to see Cologne standing before him, with
Shampoo at her side. He had not heard their approach. "What does it mean?"

Cologne stared off into the distance towards the mountain. "It means this
is what the Musk have been protecting, and it's up to me to find out what
that is." She hopped to the top of her staff. "It's time to gather up the
children. We're going on a little trip to Mount Phoenix."

Shampoo remained behind, unable to move. One sentence kept going through
her mind, repeating itself like a mantra.

'If you go to Mount Phoenix you will die.'



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Madame Lao is a creation Jim Robert Bader (aka Shadowmane) and hails from A
Very Scary Thought (Nabiki 1/2) and is part of the Altered Destinies found
on Wade Tritschler's webpage (the URL eludes me at the moment. but Wade's
email is: 
tritscwa@mala.bc.ca

Special Thanks to:

Ryan Anderson
Jim Robert Bader
Bloodblade
Ben Follis
Gary Kleppe
Jason Liao
Lord Talon
Miashara
Dr. Wade Tritschler

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