Ranma 1/2 Presents:
Shampoo 1/2

Epilogue I

The Wheel Turns


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I don't own any of the Ranma 1/2 characters or any from other series
mentioned in this story.

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

Bloodblade has also put it on his webpage at:
http://www.geocities.com/tokyo/towers/5920

Slashley also has it at:
http://www.geocities.com/Tokyo/Shrine/5747/Shampoo.html

An Alternate Universe:

What happened last chapter:
Ranma made his choice. Now other have to live with it as well.

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'It can't rain all the time.
The sky won't fall forever.
And though the night seems long,
your tears won't fall forever.'

Graeme Revell.


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The journey was over.

Akane had at last returned to where it had all began. She stared at her
home through the window of the taxi. There seemed to be little point in
delaying the inevitable, so she opened the door. For a brief second the
difference between the bright daylight and the darkened interior of the
vehicle temporarily blinded her. That temporary blindness passed just as
quickly as it had appeared as her eyes focused once more upon her home.
Her reaction was instantaneous as she noticed the difference between what
had been there before China, and what stood before her now.

Once it had been a warm place, full of love and hope, not that she had
ever truly thought of it in such glowing terms at the time. No, before she
had taken its warm protective confines for granted, like most people did.
It had been her shield that had protected her from harm. Not only the
physical, but from the emotional too. That was why she had rarely slept
over at other's houses growing up, despite many offers from close friends.
She never felt as secure under a stranger's roof as she had under her own.

It was where she had lived, where she had grown up, where she had loved.
Now none of those feelings present. It felt just like it looked: a
building constructed of wood and plaster. Brick and mortar. Steel and
Iron. Just a place with no real emotional value whatsoever. A sanctuary no
longer.

Now her home was just another place.

Once, not so long ago, it had been the place where childhood dreams and
fantasies had lived and died. All of them really. Growing up, she had
wanted to be a princess, a pirate, a dancer, an idol singer, a martial
artist. All of them came and went with the changing of a mood, save the
last one, due in no small part to her father's gentle encouragement.

She developed her first crush there. The object of her affection was not
Dr. Tofu, although that fact had been a closely guarded secret too, but
little Jiro Ngoya, who had lived across the street. Of course the two of
them had only been around eight at the time, but it had still been an
unspoken thing. Jiro had never known, and just when she thought she might
have worked up the courage to say something, he moved away, the rat. Her
affections then turned to someone safer, who wouldn't disappear on her:
dear Dr. Tofu. Jiro was forgotten in time. Time healed wounds.

Didn't it?

Not really. The way she felt now told her otherwise. It was too bad the
same forgetfulness that had claimed Jiro would not take Ranma as well.
Memories of him would never be forgotten. Ever. What she had felt for him
was no crush, but the real thing, true love, even if she hadn't been able
to admit it to herself until the end, when it was too late.

Again a thousand recriminations leaped forth. 'If only I had been cuter or
not been so hostile to him or been a better martial artist or had been
more understanding or this or that or any one of another million things
then Ranma would have been mine.' That was what her mind tried to tell
her, but she had doubts about that. Maybe there was something she could
have done, some words spoken or feelings openly expressed that would have
made the difference, but she didn't really believe it. She had done
everything that felt right at the time, and even hindsight couldn't tell
her where she might have gone wrong. Not that it mattered. He hadn't
chosen her anyway, and the world was not made of what ifs.

"It looks wonderful, Soun."

Akane found the sorrow that threatened to drown her momentarily distracted
by the cheery voice. Silk had been a surprisingly pleasant companion.
Akane had wanted to hate her with all of her heart. After all, the woman
was a damned Amazon. However, shortly after the long journey back across
the world on that wreck of a wandering ship, whatever stereotypes that she
had tried to place Silk into didn't fit. The horrible truth was that Silk
was a nice person who always seemed to have the right word to say at the
right time. Akane found herself quite unwillingly warming up to the woman.
It was only a matter of time before Akane took a step back and accepted
the fact that all Amazons were not to blame for the behavior of one. Her
attitude was not one that led towards vindictiveness, not without good
reason anyway, and she forced herself to change her feelings towards that
land of women now so far away.

Besides, Silk made Soun happy. The smile her father almost perpetually
wore now was one that Akane had seen too infrequently over the years.
Knowing what it was like to be denied a love so desperately wanted, who
was she to try to make her father suffer from the same feeling by trying
to push Silk away? No. The Amazon met with her approval, and she was
certain to let her father know that.

How odd it was that the curious exchange had taken place: Silk for Kasumi.
One mother figure for another. It was some sort of cosmic symmetry, Akane
supposed, but her sister's absence still bothered her far more than she
openly admitted. Kasumi had been there forever, and to have her leave as
well seemed too great a burden to bear. But she forced herself to
strengthen her resolve, and wished Kasumi safe journey on her little
vacation to China. Of course she was going to come back, but despite what
Kasumi had said about her absence only being for a little while, it felt
to Akane as though she was leaving for good. Even if that did turn out to
be the case, then so be it. If she could let go of Ranma, she could also
let go of her oldest sister. It wasn't like Kasumi could stay at home
forever. She had a long overdue life of her own to live, and sometimes
Akane wondered if she hadn't been inadvertently responsible for the delay
in some way.

Once Akane thought about the impact Kasumi's absence was going to have, it
occurred to her how much she and her family had taken the eldest Tendo
girl for granted. Had Akane ever truly explained to her oldest sister just
how much she appreciated all she had done for her? It didn't feel that
way, and Akane vowed she'd let Kasumi know face to face the next time they
saw one another. Not expressing what she felt had screwed up her life
once, and she was damned if she'd make the same mistake twice.

So many changes.

Too many changes.

Why couldn't some things remain the same?

Akane noticed Silk observing her out of the corner of her eye. Akane had
not said much about her feelings concerning the whole sordid affair with
Ranma, but she still had the feeling that the Amazon knew exactly what she
had been going through. Silk didn't use words, but expressions, and never
anything overt, just subtle gestures and glances. What few words Akane had
afforded to Silk over everything that had happened had a surprising effect
on her father's love. Silk agreed wholeheartedly that what Shampoo had
done was wrong, and the way she said it left no doubt she was being
sincere. To Silk, it had been highly morally objectionable for Shampoo to
abuse the Tendos' hospitality and steal Ranma away from the family,
forcing him to break the pact between the clans. Akane was fairly certain
that the next time Silk and Shampoo crossed paths, someone was going to
get a tongue lashing, and it would serve Shampoo right too.

Akane felt the rage against Shampoo build and hurriedly quelled those
feelings, using the advice Tarou had given her. Keep the anger under
control until you could do something about the cause of it, then you
unleash your fury. The anger would not serve Akane now. Shampoo wasn't
coming back, not in the near future and maybe not ever. The latter would
sit with Akane just fine. She had more important things to do than dwell
upon someone she despised, like getting on with her life.

Subconsciously, she played with the dragonscale bracer on her right arm.
There were funeral arrangements that still had to be made. Of all the
people that knew who Tarou was, she was the only one that had come close
to understanding him. It was her responsibility to see that his name was
remembered with honor. She had been unable to give him the love he had
wanted, but she could treat everything about him with respect. And woe to
anyone that tried to besmirch that name, for Akane would not tolerate such
ramblings for even a moment. Tarou had not had many friends and had
somehow accumulated many enemies, but she would be damned if she would not
defend the honor of one who had given her everything and received so
little in return. It was the sort of thing Tarou would have approved of.

Akane was still mentally sorting out what steps she would have to take for
the funeral arrangements when the trio entered the house. Soun called out
Nabiki's name, but received no answer in return. Akane simply assumed her
sister was out and headed for the living room. Turning the corner, she saw
that Nabiki had not left the house at all.

She was draped awkwardly on her back over the table. Her limbs were
splayed out wildly as her head hung over the side, while her eyes were
wide open, simply staring off into space. But the worst part was the thing
on her chest. Birdy was sitting on it, looking contentedly, as if he had
somehow brought down Nabiki as though she were a giant rat. Akane looked
on in horror, until she noticed that Nabiki's chest was still moving and
her eyes blinked.

Akane sighed. The way Nabiki played games with Birdy was really weird.
Sometimes she wondered if the pterodactyl didn't torment her older sister
in some way, but that was absurd; it was a dumb animal and Nabiki was one
of the smartest people Akane knew. It was all just some weird mind game
she was playing with all of them. It was just like her.

Nabiki blinked again and slowly raised herself up, Birdy moving from his
now uncomfortable perch. Once Akane got a good look at her, she saw that
Nabiki's hair was completely askew and her clothing had many tiny rips all
over it. It looked like she had been through a blender.

Nabiki's glazed eyes slowly took in the people before her, then focused on
them. With a cry she rushed over to her father and hid behind him.

"Make it go away! Make it stop!" Nabiki cried out. "It's been torturing me
since you left! I didn't feed him the first day everyone was gone, so he
took his revenge! First, I discovered someone got on my computer and
transferred most of my bank funds as an anonymous donation to a charity.
Then my diary somehow fell into the hands of people that didn't like me. I
keep finding dead rats in all of my belongings. And I kept sensing someone
watching me. Late at night I'd hear a voice whispering it was going to do
terrible things to me. I know it was him, even if every time I checked he
was still in his cage. I tried apologizing to him, but he wouldn't listen.
And then you saw what he did to there. I can't take it anymore. Where's
Kasumi?! She has to make him stop tormenting me!"

Akane sighed. Her sister had snapped. That was all there was to it. She
had no idea that Nabiki had been so close to the brink. Really, Akane had
thought her sibling was the one with her head screwed on the tightest.
Maybe with no one else around she had some sort of delayed phobic reaction
to being alone. Akane always thought Nabiki hadn't shown enough emotion
after their mother died. Perhaps that was what helped cause the breakdown.

"Nabiki," Akane cooed as she placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
"Birdy is just an animal. He couldn't do any of those things. I'm sure it
was all a really big coincidence. Now all of us are going to be here from
now on, so you don't have any reason to be afraid any longer. All right?"

Nabiki seemed to calm down a little. "Where's Kasumi? Why isn't she here?"

"She decided to stay with the Amazons for a few months. I'll let Dad fill
you in on what happened while we were gone." Akane found the next part
difficult to say, but she knew she would have to get used to saying it out
loud. There were others that were going to want explanations as well. "A
lot of things have changed. Ranma isn't coming back."

Birdy suddenly flew out of the room and straight out the door, never
stopping once or looking back. By the time Akane realized what had
happened, it was too late to do anything about it. She cursed herself at
Birdy's escape. Maybe the tiny pterodactyl would come back on its own, but
if it didn't, Kasumi would be heartbroken over her pet's departure. Still,
there was nothing Akane could do, other than maybe leaving pieces of raw
meat out for him in the hopes he would return. She headed for her room as
Nabiki whooped for joy at the pterodactyl's departure; the middle Tendo
was really taking the joke too far, Akane thought.

She made her way upstairs and to her room. After Nabiki's festive
reaction, everything quieted down. Genma would come by for his and Ranma's
things eventually, then there would no longer be anything that belonged to
Ranma in the house. Not his clothes. Not his backpack.

Not his fiancee.

She let forth a deluge of quiet tears as it hit home. She wasn't his
fiancee anymore. She was...nothing to him. Absolutely nothing.

The tears went on through the night.


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The weeks passed, the days seeming to last forever. Such a ridiculous
notion, that time somehow went faster or slower. It was all in the way one
perceived it. It was inexorable. You couldn't make time. You couldn't kill
time. It just came and went. One second passing to the next. Never
pausing, never stopping, never skipping. One. Two. Three. Four. Infinity.

It was time to get up. It was a task to rise each morning. There just
didn't seem to be any point to it any longer. What was there for her once
she rose out of bed and confronted the world? Oh, certainly everyone tried
to help her out. Her friends had attempted for weeks to get her to loosen
up and try to have fun again. It didn't work. She had tried to, but all
she ended up doing was going through the motions, as though she were some
kind of automaton programmed to act just like a normal young woman whose
heart wasn't shattered into a million tiny pieces. The others saw through
it immediately, and tried to console her with words that could never
really change anything. It was nice that they tried, but everything they
tried was still so woefully inadequate. Now her friends weren't trying as
often to drag her out with them. It was appropriate. Why should she ruin
their time by refusing to allow them to help?

School hadn't turned out quite as badly as she had thought it would. There
had been very little loss of actual face because her fiancé had dumped
her, not that she cared less about what others thought of her any longer.
How ironic that she had Shampoo to 'thank' for that dubious pleasure, or
at least her cursed form. No, most of her peers were quite understanding
about what had happened.

After all, everyone knew that she and 'Ranma' hadn't gotten along. After
the first couple of months he never expressed concern over Akane.
Actually, the two had held nothing but open disdain for one another. Why,
he had even dated that terrible (at least to the female population)
Chinese tramp, the fiery-haired 'Shampoo'. It was no surprise that he
broke off the engagement with Akane. Why would they want to make each
other totally miserable for the rest of their lives? Ranma had done all
but taken on a mistress before he was even married (which was met with
open approval by most of the male population of Furinkan, at least when no
women were within earshot) so no one blamed Akane for letting him go.
Everyone agreed it was better that way, although there was a rumor that
'Ranma' would now be engaged to one of the other Tendo sisters, probably
Nabiki, since Kasumi had disappeared. (Rumor had it she was being held
captive by a bunch of Amazons. What a silly story.)

Akane thought the saddest thing about the engagement rumor was that it was
the truth. Both of the idiot fathers were still operating under the
delusion Ranma could marry Nabiki or Kasumi --once he returned to his
senses, that was. The whole thing was pathetic, but Akane was forced to
admit sometimes the two men were exactly that.

And when it came to the aborted wedding, well, the few people that were in
the know as to whom it was going to be didn't say much. Akane had asked
them to keep their mouths shut about it before the ceremony had begun, and
when a few mentioned that she had almost been married to Ranma, most
assumed it was Shampoo-kun instead of 'Shampoo's' brother. At least the
confusion over the two Ranmas and Shampoos was now over and done with. One
tiny silver lining that didn't make a bit of difference to her.

Akane still thought of Ranma. Not an hour went by when he didn't enter her
thoughts. Actually, it seemed not even ten minutes would go by when he
wasn't there in some way. She'd remember the way he laughed, or would say
something insensitive or insulting to her. She missed that arrogance, that
tremendous ego that made her want to stuff him in a garbage can sometimes.
She missed those moments when he was thoughtful towards her, trying to
help cheer her up when she was down, not that he would ever admit that was
what he was doing. There were far more of those times than she had
originally believed, now that she had thought about it. Whenever she
passed the room he had stayed in, her eyes remained fixed on that door,
hoping that somehow it would open and he would be there, smiling at her,
telling her how things were going to be since he had changed his mind and
returned for her, coming to his senses at last.

But he was never there and never would be. Daydreams were Ukyou's thing,
not hers. She would always scold herself, overcoming the ache in her
heart, and move on, trying hard not to look back. And sometimes she even
succeeded.

Akane's thoughts went to Minami, who was supposed to drop by later in the
day. The ghost sweeper was one of the few people that seemed unperturbed
by Akane's depression. Sometimes they would eat lunch together while
Minami complained about how Gosunkugi and Sayuri were now an item. The one
time Akane mentioned how she had lost someone close to her too, Minami
gave her an icy glare and coldly proclaimed she had never thought about
Gosunkugi like that, and if Akane ever implied anything like that again
Minami would be using her in the next magical experimentation of trying to
bond a demon to a person's spirit. Akane let the subject drop after that.

Minami was going to come by so she could go through Happosai's belongings.
She had sensed some powerful magic emanating from some of them, and
regarded them as dangerous until they were properly catalogued. Akane had
already moved Happosai's things out of the room. Once Minami grabbed the
magic items, Akane would arrange to have most of the old master's taken
care of.

Thinking of Happosai reminded her of the other loss from Mount Phoenix.
Her mind went back to the day they held the funeral service for Tarou.
There had been so few people there, just her and the members of her
family. And it had been so emotionally draining on her. It was raining on
the day they had his 'burial', not that there had been anything left to
bury, his body had been destroyed with Mount Phoenix, but a symbolic one
could be held for him in view of the lack of remains. During the service
she had managed to keep her open emotions to simple tears. One thing Tarou
had always been was full of pride; it wouldn't do to break down at his
funeral. So she just stood there while they lowered an empty urn into the
earth.

Amazingly, Nabiki showed an incredible amount of emotion at the funeral
too. Akane's sister had cried long and hard when she first heard that
Tarou died. That had been a complete surprise to Akane, she had been
certain her older sister intensely disliked Tarou, yet Nabiki had behaved
as though his death was the most heartbreaking thing that had ever
happened to her. It had to have been his sacrifice. Nabiki must have
forgiven him because he had saved Akane's life. It was one of the few
times Akane could truly say she was proud of Nabiki's behavior.

Tarou was another debt Akane would never be able to repay. Sometimes she
forgot there had been other people who had lost more than her at the
mountain as well. Although, given the circumstances, it was probably
forgivable. She had never dealt with loss all that well, even before
Ranma. She sometimes cried over Tarou's death as well, though she was
ashamed to admit she cried harder for the loss of her fiancé.

She cast off the memories and made her way downstairs. Upon arriving at
the bottom of the steps, she heard the loud, boisterous tones of a man
bellowing some kind of challenge. She rushed towards the dojo and saw a
huge, heavily muscled young man in a black gi yelling something at her
father. Now that she was in the room, she could clearly hear what the man
was saying.

"I, the great and powerful Myoshi Tanaka, am here to challenge the
so-called great Ranma Saotome! How dare he not wait here for me to appear!
What kind of a martial artist leaves his school when it's about to be
challenged?!" the giant bellowed.

"No one knew you were coming," Soun explained.

"I sent my challenge letter two months ago!"

"Oh, that explains it, we were out of town during that time," Soun
explained. "Well, you see, Ranma is no longer a part of the Tendo Dojo at
the moment. He's-"

"If you're looking for someone to fight, fight me!" Akane said as she
moved in front of the man and dropped into a fighting stance. If it wasn't
 bad enough the man was a boisterous buffoon, he had to assume that the
dojo was Ranma's. Even if Ranma had stuck around, it was going to be
shared between the two of them. Just because he had been better than her
was no excuse for everyone to ignore her. Especially now since it was
solely hers.

Myoshi looked her over. "A mere slip of a girl like you, challenge me?
HAHAHAHAOUCH!!!"

Myoshi started jumping up and down on one leg, the other currently in a
great amount of pain from the kick that she had laid into his shin.

"Never insult a martial artist in her own dojo. Any real fighter would
know better than that." Akane resumed a fighting stance, allowing Myoshi
time to recover.

He looked her over more carefully, reassessing her as a threat. He too
took up an aggressive fighting posture. "Very well. You want it. You got
it."

The two began their duel.


After twenty minutes, Akane was barely able to stand. She had managed to
hold her own in the beginning, but ever so slowly Myoshi gained the upper
hand. He wasn't nearly as good as Ranma, but her current opponent was just
slightly better than her. And up to that moment he hadn't made a mistake
in the entire fight. His caution had paid off as Akane's defenses began to
break down at his hands. She had tried everything she could think of, but
the man was just too good for her.

Myoshi realized that as well. He interrupted his attack for a moment to
carefully look Akane over. "You know something, you're pretty good
looking. After I'm done beating you up, I just might take you on a date."

As the last word left his mouth his fate was sealed. Akane glowered at him
with an intensity that made her nearby father and Nabiki back away in
fear. She was like a blur as she lunged forward, her entire arm encased in
a blue glow. Her speed was so great that all the 'great and powerful'
Myoshi Tanaka had the time to do was gawk as a fist connected squarely
with his jaw, sending him like a missile through the wall of the dojo,
through one of the trees in the backyard, through the brick wall of a
neighbor's house, and at last stopping when he struck a cast iron stove in
the second house in his flight path.

"Umm, Akane. I think you hit him too hard," Nabiki said as she examined
the hole in the wall and began calculating how much it would cost to
repair it.

"He had it coming! I am not some prize to be won, and I'm not going to
take being treated like an object by every jerk that knows how to throw a
roundhouse kick and thinks he can beat me. I went through that nonsense
once at the start of last year. Well, never again!"

Akane's glow vanished, but in spite of her exhaustion, she felt good. Real
good. Not at defeating Myoshi, although there was more than a little
satisfaction in wiping the arrogant smile off of him. It was that, for the
first time since her return from China, she felt in control of her life.
That was a feeling she was not going to let go of. Fighting for her dojo
gave her a purpose in life, and if that was what it took to snap her out
of her depression, then that was what she was going to do. Let perverts
and challengers beware. Ranma Saotome may not have been around to answer
the call to battle, but Akane Tendo would be more than ready to prove her
worth.

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And the weeks turned into months:


Akane lay on her bed, crying the hardest she had since that first horrible
month of her return. It was all so stupid. She should have already been
asleep, dreaming dreams she never remembered. There was not a single one
she could recall upon awakening since Ranma had refused her. That wasn't
to say she didn't dream, she knew she did. During the first two weeks she
had come back she had awakened every single night in mortal terror, no
doubt over some nightmare with Ranma in it. But as time passed those
dreams that were more like nightmares became less and less. Soon she
stopped her nocturnal awakenings altogether, but she knew that dreams were
still there. Sometimes she could only recall vague impressions, but they
were real. She still dreamed, even if she could not remember.

But it seemed there would be no dreams this night. No sleep to have them
with. No. She knew she would see the morning dawn without ever closing her
eyes. It was such a stupid reason too. It meant she was getting better.
Her life was starting to finally begin anew. She had old friends and new.
She had improved a great deal in her martial arts, so she had every reason
in the world to be happy. And still she wasn't.

It had all come down to one thing. Just one simple thing. She hadn't even
realized it until her eyes fell upon the picture of Ranma that she had
sitting next to her bed. It was a simple little thing, taken from the
night she had asked him out on a date and they had ended up in the
amusement park. One of the barkers shouted out a good deal on pictures,
and much to Akane's surprise, Ranma had offered to pay for it. The two of
them stood together, and Akane took a chance by looping her arm through
Ranma's. He had looked at her, panicked, then calmed down and smiled at
her. Both of them looked up just in time to smile at the camera.

And there the picture sat in its frame. At first, she cradled it and wept.
Later, when she was past that stage, she would just stare at it for hours
on end. Lately, she just glanced at it and wondered where Ranma was at
that moment.

But tonight something else had happened, and she cradled it close to her
bosom once again. It was so stupid, she kept telling herself, but still
the tears came. Tears of guilt. Of foolish, pointless, meaningless guilt,
as though she had something to feel guilty about.

And that guilt came from one thing. For when she sat down next to the
picture, it occurred to her that she had not thought about Ranma the
entire day. Not a single errant thought of how he would react to a
situation or call her some name as she screwed something up. Not once. It
was not until that moment, when she laid her eyes upon the photo, that she
realized it had happened. And she cried long and hard once more.

She was finally getting over him, and for some reason that made her
heartbreak hurt all the more.

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A few months turned into many:


Akane felt like crying as she watched plane took off on its flight to
China. She looked to her side to see a mirror of her own depression on
Nabiki's face. Yesterday had been one of the most emotionally draining
days in her life, and it went far beyond her father's marriage to Silk.

The marriage itself had been simple enough. Silk hadn't even gone through
the formality of forcing him to defeat, or even challenge her, to win her
hand. When asked, she just shrugged and said that she had decided she was
going to marry him and didn't care about what the others back home
thought. She was forty-plus years old, and if she had found a man that was
willing to marry her that 'late in the game' she was damned if she would
let him go. Anyone that argued with that statement would be given a
diatribe that would make a sailor blush. So, a simple ceremony was
conducted with the two of them; a traditional Japanese wedding that had
gone off without a hitch, although Nabiki had still grumbled about how
much it had cost.

Nabiki never had warmed up to Silk, despite the Amazon's best efforts. The
best that the two could agree upon was a truce, which was largely thanks
to Soun bawling his eyes out about how they didn't get along and how much
it hurt him to see step-children and step-mothers argue with one another
and not be a big happy family. However, in spite of the promise, the
general rule was that the two had as little to do with one another as
possible. That was in direct contrast to Akane and Silk, who had begun to
get along as an aunt and niece would. There was now a great deal of
respect between the two, which helped cheer Akane up.

There had been one other unexpected pleasure about the wedding, the main
cause of why Akane felt so depressed now; Kasumi had returned for it,
although she only stayed a single day and night. Akane found herself hurt
by her sister's seeming reluctance to stay, but there was unquestionably
some sort of urgency on Kasumi's part. When pressed about it, all she
would say was that Cologne was suffering from some health problems, and
that she absolutely had to go back as soon as possible.

The instant Akane laid eyes on Kasumi for the first time since her return,
she could tell there was something different about her sister. There was a
sense of seriousness about her, and concern, as though she were worried
about something. At first, Akane thought it might be over her long
absence, but as time passed it seemed to be something else that was
preying at her oldest sister's thoughts. More than once Akane noticed
Kasumi staring outside and off in the distance, worry etched on her brow.
And always it was in the same direction: west.

The reason why Kasumi had chosen to extend her trip to Joketsuzoku, since
the time she had first decided to remain there after the destruction of
Mount Phoenix, eluded Akane. It was true that Kasumi constantly sent
messages telling everyone she was all right and asking how things were
going at home but as to personal appearances, or even a straight answer
about when she would return home for good, somehow those questions always
ended up evaded. Although Akane couldn't seem to bring herself to openly
accuse Kasumi of doing that. For whatever reason, her oldest sister wanted
to stay there, and Akane was willing to accept it. It might even have been
Kasumi's way of saying it was time for her to move on, like Nabiki would
in less than a year when she headed off to college.

That was what made it all the more sad when the three Tendo sisters sat
together and talked the night away. Their father was off on his honeymoon,
leaving the place all to themselves. A great portion of it was spent
grilling Kasumi as to what she had been up to in the almost year that she
had been gone from home, but again, for the most part she just said that
she was enjoying herself immensely and that she wanted to stay there just
a little while longer (although she did thank them for sending Birdy back,
which confused the hell out of Nabiki and Akane). Things were busy in
China as Perfume seemed to be setting up to make a bid for leadership,
despite still being a teenager. That she was rapidly gaining converts
among the village made things all the more interesting. It was like
watching a soap opera, except that it was all real. Kasumi seemed to be
amused by that. Otherwise she remained closemouthed about anything she
personally did. Even Nabiki's intense questions were evaded with a kind
word and a turn of the tables when Kasumi asked back about how her younger
sister's life was progressing.

Then it was Kasumi's turn to grill her sisters on what had happened in her
absence. Nabiki had not done anything noteworthy. She had her hands full
getting ready for college and reestablishing her 'network' of people. A
much smaller group this time around, made up exclusively of the people she
trusted instead of those that were simply useful.

Then the conversation switched back to Akane and how she had been dealing
with life. She had been more than happy to open up and informed Kasumi of
how school had gotten more interesting in the last year. She also informed
her of how much her martial arts had improved thanks to techniques she had
learned from Dr. Tofu and handful of other martial artists she had come
across. She was now at a level that people would come to the dojo to
challenge her rather than the long departed Ranma Saotome. Nabiki did add
that occasionally one of the challengers would make the mistake of saying
that he had come to challenge Ranma. Those ones always ended up falling
even more quickly than the usual opponent. Likewise, Akane would destroy
more of the dojo during those matches too, as she tended to simply punch
them through a wall and into unconsciousness.

The night ended all too soon and Kasumi caught the morning flight, which
Akane watched take off in the air, much to the regret of both herself and
her sister. To each of them it seemed Kasumi had all but have left the
fold already, and she was just visiting the same way any other child that
had departed home would. As much as she tried to let go, Akane was already
missing Kasumi terribly once more. It seemed as though everyone was going
to abandon her in the end.


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And the months turned into a year, and a little more.


"Akane, hurry up!"

Akane rushed down the stairs at the sound of her name being called.
Running the risk of being late was becoming a nasty habit, but when Malia
and the others suggested the late movie, neither she nor the others could
resist. So it wasn't until nearly one A.M. that she had gotten home and
even later when she actually managed to fall asleep. Naturally she was
paying for it now in having to rush downstairs, greet everyone, then grab
a quick breakfast she would eat as she ran to school.

She was almost to the bottom of the steps when the telescoping staff came
from just around the corner, aimed at knee level. With an effortless leap
she was over the staff and on the floor. She continued with a tuck and
roll, hearing rather than seeing the sound of the metal shod staff
striking the floor just behind her.

"SILK!!! What do you think you're doing?!"

Akane knew that was all the surprise training she would receive this
morning. It was unfortunate. Not only was Silk teaching some new moves
with her Amazon arts, but Akane's warning senses were now becoming more
acute thanks to the sneak attacks that Silk made upon her every morning
and afternoon. Although lately they had been few and far between, but the
answer for that was simple enough.

Akane watched as Silk gave Soun a cross look combined with an exasperated
sigh. "I am not made of glass, thank you very much."

"Buh...buh...but our baby!"

Silk's hand found its way to the small bulge in her abdomen. "I'm only
four months pregnant. I still have at least one more before I'll become an
invalid." The last comment was added dryly.

"We shouldn't take any chances. Our child..." Soun could contain himself
no longer as he burst into tears.

"All right, Soun. I'll stop." Silk took note that his crying outbursts
were becoming increasingly worse as time passed. Funny how before she had
told him the good news, he hadn't cried for months. "No more morning
workouts," she continued to reassure him. "I'll get fat, dumpy, and not do
anything."

"Thank goodness." And with that his tears dried up. He was so relieved
that he failed to notice the icy glare she shot him for that agreeing to
that comment.

Akane found herself smiling at the situation. Her father really was a lot
happier now, despite the fact he was on the verge of a nervous breakdown
when it came to his new wife and child. When Akane first heard the news,
she found herself quite pleased that she was about to get another new
sister, even if there was going to be over seventeen years of age
difference between the two. The other nice thing was that the baby would
certainly keep her father busy when the rest of the Tendo girls moved out.
A time that was approaching all too quickly.


"Would you hurry up, Akane?"

Akane focused back on the matter at hand as she rushed into the kitchen,
grabbing a couple pieces of toast with some sort of spread on them.

"Quit stalling. We're going to be late. Nabiki left already, you know."

"No one asked you to wait for me, Natsume," Akane replied as she watched
her newly adopted sister grab a piece of toast as well and join her on
their way out the door.

"Where's Kurumi?" Akane asked as she realized the other half of her new
pair of siblings was still absent.

"She was just starting to come around when I rushed downstairs," Natsume
explained through the piece of toast in her mouth. "It's not like she'll
be late."

That was the truth. Kurumi was never late for anything. No matter how
delayed a start she got, somehow she always managed to make it to her
destination before anyone else. She'd have the time to stuff her face with
the remaining food on the table and still make it to Furinkan before
either Akane or Natsume.

The discovery of the new, 'Tendo Sisters' was another bright point in
Akane's life, one of the few in the 'post Ranma' world. The Gambler King
had come by with them in another attempt to win the dojo from Akane. The
confusion that came about from the accusations that they were Soun Tendo's
children, and the subsequent freeing of them from the Gambler King by the
combined muscle and savvy of Akane, Nabiki, Silk, and one other, had
released the girls from their forced servitude to the walking poker deck.
Even after medical tests proved that they could not biologically be Soun's
children, all of the Tendos agreed that the two girls, whose lives had
been spent with so little to call their own, should have a roof over their
heads and a family to love them. The time Akane had spent in talking with
them made her initial judgment --that they were nothing but two con
artists trying to steal the dojo-- seem terribly shameful. They never did
learn who it was that had taught them their techniques and claimed Soun
was their father, though.

Now that the two newcomers had settled in peacefully, Akane found herself
getting along well with both of them, although there was a stronger
closeness to Natsume. The older of the sisters was nowhere near as open in
displaying her emotions as Kurumi was, but when she at last opened up,
Akane found herself drawn to the girl as a kindred spirit, and Kurumi felt
the same. Now the two of them were practically inseparable. That closeness
sometimes sparked jealousy between Kurumi and the other two, but of late
all three had begun to settle into their new relationships.

As the pair made their way towards Furinkan, Natsume caught Akane
examining something in her hands. "That's not that worthless thing you
bought off of that weird Chinese girl with the elephant, is it?"

"Yeah, it is," Akane said as she continued playing around with it, trying
to figure out what possible use half of a scroll (that couldn't even be
unfolded) could have.

"I don't see why you paid her so much money for it. Not that I'm becoming
Nabiki or anything, mind you, but it just seems like it was a waste of
money."

Akane placed the half scroll in her school bag. "Look, Happosai may have
been a panty-stealing pervert that caused more stress in everyone's life
than any natural disaster, but he was the founder of our school, and he
did give his life for all of us. I figure the least we can do in memory of
him is to pay off his old debts. It's the right thing to do."

Natsume nodded in agreement. From the description everyone gave of him,
there wasn't one redeeming quality in the little man everyone called
Happosai, yet Akane was willing to go out of her way to help right some of
the wrongs he had done, and which she had no real responsibility for.
Akane still managed to surprise her new sister, even though they had known
each other for almost a month. Truly amazing. Natsume realized that she
still had a lot to learn about her new family.

Silence reigned between the two until they were almost halfway to school.
That was when a voice caught their attention.

"If it isn't the lovely Akane Tendo. And here I feared our paths wouldn't
cross today."

Akane gritted her teeth while Natsume growled in his direction. "Great.
Can't a day go by without having to put up with him?"

"Be nice," Akane said softly enough that she wouldn't be heard by the boy.
"If it wasn't for Kinnosuke and Nabiki, you and Kurumi would still be
under the thumb of the Gambler King." That was the honest truth. Only the
combined abilities of the duo had managed to outwit the King and his
rigged games of chance.

Things had gone well enough afterward, save that Kinnosuke decided to stay
around Nerima since it appeared so interesting. How unfortunate one of the
things he had found 'interesting' was Akane herself.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't everyone's favorite Martial Arts Deadbeat.
How are you, Kinnosuke?"

"Charmed and charming, as always."

Akane resisted the urge to punch him out. He might have been an arrogant
silver-tongued flatterer that was as shifty as a fox, but he had more than
enough sense to keep his hands to himself when he hit on Akane. 'Deadbeat'
martial arts, as Akane liked to call the Kash-oo School of which Kinnosuke
was a member of, involved evading paying what you owed and sponging off of
others, not having to defend yourself against attacks that didn't involve
large sums of money being thrown at you.

"Oh look, Kinnosuke. There's a five yen piece over there." Natsume pointed
to the middle of a busy intersection. "Why don't you run over there and
get it?"

"No need to be jealous, Natsume Tendo. It's not your fault your beauty
pales in comparison next to your sister's." Kinnosuke delivered the line
with just the right amount of false sincerity to set Natsume's teeth on
edge.

"Hey, if it isn't my favorite playmate. Want to go out on a date?"

Akane had to smile as she saw Kinnosuke flinch slightly at that line.
Nabiki had managed to silently approach from behind the boy and waited
until she was almost directly behind him before speaking.

Right after the Gambler King incident, Nabiki and Kinnosuke had decided to
go out on a date, the first one to spend ten yen having to pay for it all.
It had been close, but Nabiki had tricked him and won, earning Kinnosuke's
respect. But what appeared to be a match made in Heaven to Akane's eyes
quickly fell into something more akin to a rivalry, with Nabiki coming out
on top each time. Kinnosuke seemed to lose interest in dating Nabiki when
she proved she was better, and somehow switched targets to another girl:
Akane, much to her eternal regret. Romance was something she did not want
in general. Romance with someone as shifty as Kinnosuke she wanted not at
all.

"Ah, I fear I would be outclassed once more, Nabiki Tendo," he said
smoothly as he bowed to kiss the back of her hand. "But I'm afraid I must
break your heart and refuse." He turned to go, giving Akane one last
farewell, before heading out of sight.

"Thanks for the save," Akane said to Nabiki.

"No thanks necessary," Nabiki responded as she stared in the direction
Kinnosuke had left in. "I'm still a bit miffed that he gave up on me so
easily."

"You mean you actually liked him?" Natsume asked in disbelief.

Nabiki shook her head. "It was more like a matter of respect. Besides, he
was kind of fun to hang around with. A lot more interesting than some of
the guys that go to our school, even the new ones. At least I'll be
graduating soon."

A blur in a school outfit joined the other girls' sides. Once it stopped
its motion, everyone could focus on the new arrival.

"I'm glad I managed to catch up to you guys," Kurumi said as she nearly
inhaled a muffin, that she had brought from home, into her mouth.

 "If you got up earlier, you wouldn't always have to hurry," Natsume said
reproachfully.

"Well, I hate dragging my feet waiting for you guys. It's not my fault
everyone's so slow." Kurumi held up a single finger. "I almost forgot,
they said a really powerful, localized snowstorm is going to come through
here soon."

"It snowed last week," Nabiki growled. "Then it hit one hundred degrees
two days ago. Now they're calling for snow tomorrow. I hate this!"

"Umm, actually it's not for tomorrow," Kurumi said softly.

"When's it supposed to arrive then?"

"Oh, in about four seconds." Kurumi pointed at the wall of white that had
seemed to move up from behind the girls.


Three minutes later, after the 'storm' had passed, four heads popped out
of the five feet of snow they had been buried in.

"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, RANMA!!!" Akane bellowed.


Halfway around the world, someone sneezed.


"Funny, isn't it? I mean, I know the weather all over the world is messed
up, but it's a lot worse here than anywhere else," Kurumi said.

"Sister, dear," Nabiki replied dryly. "Nerima has always had the most
bizarre weather on the planet. Now it is simply official."

"Well, that was eventful," Natsume said as the quartet managed to get out
of the area where the snowstorm had passed, and stood in front of the
walls surrounding the school.

"It looks like the blizzard didn't hit here," Akane pointed out as she
looked the school over and saw that there wasn't a bit of snow on the
ground.

Kurumi sighed as she gazed wistfully at Furinkan. "You know, I never get
tired of this sight. I love school. Since you've accepted Natsume and me
into your family, its become a symbol of how normal our lives have
become."

"I'm going to pretend you didn't say that part about how 'normal'
everything is," Nabiki said.

A high pitched whistling noise caught the attention of all but Kurumi. The
other three girls began looking around for the source.

"It's a wonderful place," Kurumi said as she continued staring at the
school, "where you can accumulate knowledge..."

The trio continued searching.

"...participate in school activities..."

Three sets of eyes turned skyward as they identified the location of the
increasingly loud whistle.

"...meet lots of new people..."

"Here comes one of those 'new people' now! Move it, Kurumi! Unless you
want to become real intimate with her!" Natsume shouted as both she and
her two new sisters ran as far as they could from 'ground zero.'

Kurumi looked upward just in time to see a cyan-haired missile head
directly towards her from above. There was only one point three seconds
for her to react before the humanoid projectile would strike the ground,
and subsequently her.

Akane saw that Kurumi had raced ten yards past her by the time the object
impacted with the street. All of the girls were outside of the blast
radius, and once they realized they were safe, (and scanned the skies to
ensure that there were no other people falling towards them), they
approached the dust cloud that had been kicked up from the impact. When
the dust settled, they could clearly see that the missile was indeed
someone they were all quite familiar with.

The girl barely managed to raise her head up as she said, "No... fair...
double... team..." and with that last utterance her head hit the ground,
unconscious.

Nabiki whipped out a notebook and scrolled down the contents of one of the
pages. "YES!!!" She jumped up and down in joy. "Only two people bet on
Ryoko being the first one knocked out this morning! That means I'll really
clean up today!"

Natsume walked over to Ryoko's unconscious form and nudged it with her
foot until she was rewarded with a groan from the fallen girl. "She's
still alive. Let's get going."

"You're right. I have to see who falls next." Nabiki hurried into the
school yard, followed closely by the other three girls.

"Oni slut! Stay away from Lord Tenchi!"

"Juraian bitch! Don't go near Darling!"

Akane covered her eyes as Juraian energies met supercharged Oni
electricity in a display that lit up the sky. She shook her head sadly at
the display and thought about how much things had changed in the last
year. It was sort of odd. So much of the chaos that had entered her life
of late had been due to Ranma's, and to a lesser degree Shampoo's,
presence. Once they departed from her life, she had assumed things would
go back to being normal, but they hadn't. If anything, it had gotten
worse, perhaps not so much on a personal level, but rather all around her.
In hindsight, she felt that she shouldn't have been so surprised. Life in
Nerima had never been truly 'normal', certainly not in all the time that
she could remember. Kunou had always been Kunou, the teaching staff had
always been a bit weird. A good portion of the male population wanted to
beat her up for a date for goodness sakes. Those, among many other things,
had been there before Ranma had ever set foot in Nerima. All Ranma's
arrival had done was kick the whole thing into overdrive. And once
started, even taking him out of the equation didn't do much to slow the
chaos down.

The biggest disruption to peace occurred with the arrival of a new student
that had transferred to Furinkan during Akane's extended trip home. In
truth, Tenchi Masaki was not the actual problem, he was a quiet and
exemplary student, it was the group of women that had followed him to
Nerima that caused the problems. Four girls, all aliens, apparently had
some interest or other in him. Ryoko, Ayeka, and Lum all sought to become
his girlfriend, coming to blows over it more than half the time. Actually
Ryoko and Ayeka started most of the fights, Lum just seemed to get caught
up in them, somehow holding her own against her more powerful rivals.

The fourth one was the new head of the science department. Akane had to
admit, Lil' (unless we're in class then call me Professor) Washuu managed
to rival the principal for causing disorders to the day's events. At least
she seemed to enjoy teaching, although Akane wasn't sure if she liked
Washuu's description of her as 'another young, impressionable mind that
can be filled with, and shaped into, whatever I, the greatest scientist in
the known universe, choose. HAHAHAHAHA!!!'

At least things had at last started to hit an equilibrium, the point being
driven home by the fact that Nabiki had managed to turn the antics of the
new arrivals into a money making scheme. And after being matched up with
Tenchi in a class project, Akane learned he wasn't the one responsible for
stringing the women along, as she had first thought. Actually they had
become friends over time. Once he opened up to her, explaining how much it
bothered him to have people he liked fighting over him, she felt a deeper
understanding of what Ranma might have gone through when she and Shampoo
had waged their contest over him. She was still hurt over losing Ranma,
but a great deal of the anger she had over him disappeared after learning
the truth about Tenchi. And there was no way she was interested in the
alien-attracting guy, no matter how nice he seemed. He was not looking for
any new romantic interests, and Akane was still avoiding anything
resembling romance altogether. A real friendship was all that Akane needed
at that point in her life.

Kurumi shook Akane out of her reminiscing as she shouted out. "Oh wow!
Look Akane! It's a flying ark!" and pointed to the sky.

Akane followed Kurumi's finger. Sure enough, an ark, surrounded by a
bright golden nimbus of light, was descending from the heavens. That no
one in the entire school seemed particularly startled by the new arrival
was another statement to just how much weirdness was now taken for granted
at school.

"It's a flying wooden ship. I take it it's one of yours?" the recently
returned Ryoko asked Ayeka.

"No. I've never seen its design before. It's definitely not Juraian."

Nabiki quietly moved some distance from the group.

"I think I see some people on the foredeck," Natsume said as she strained
to make out the figures above.

"Geez! Would you look at the goofball with the chopsticks and bowl of rice
in his hands," Ryoko said. "From the way he's moving, I think he's getting
ready to make a big speech."

As if on cue, Ki Rin began. "I have come seeking she who is destined to be
my future bride." He put down his bowl and pulled out half of a scroll.
Slowly he began waving it around until it settled upon Akane. "I sense
that that woman is the one I seek, and what a fine catch she will be.
Ebitan!"

A little man, about the size of Happosai and armed with a fishing pole,
bowed before his leader. "One bride coming right up."

He drew back his rod and cast it, the line extending over a hundred feet
until it wrapped itself around the target, Akane Tendo, pinning her arms
to her sides. With a quick tug of the line, Akane was jerked upward into
the sky. Ebitan reeled her in until she was directly above Ki Rin, then
released the line, allowing her to fall into his waiting arms.


On the ground, the others collectively winced.

"Ohh. That was a mistake," Lum said as she watched the events unfold
above.

"Five," Natsume said as she gazed at the ark.

"Three," Kurumi replied, taking her eyes off of the ark long enough to
look at her sister.

Natsume scowled in return. "Four."

"Two." Kurumi's eyes shone with amusement.

"Three."

"One."

"HOW DARE YOU TRY KIDNAPPING ME AND FORCING ME TO MARRY YOU!!!"

Natsume and Kurumi correctly identified the sound of Akane's fist smashing
heavily into her captor's face.

"Okay. You were closer," Natsume reluctantly admitted.


Above, Akane pried her fist out of the very stunned Ki Rin's face and
regained her footing.

"Hey! You can't assault Prince Ki Rin like that!"

Akane turned to the diminutive man. "And you. You were the one that snared
me." Akane cracked her knuckles.

Instincts of self preservation roared in Ebitan as he tried to back away.
"L...look. I was only following orders."

"No excuses!" Akane snatched the pole out of his hands and punted him off
the ark. She was delighted to see that, from his trajectory, he would
probably clear at least thirty miles. That was nearly twice as far as her
best kick against Happosai. She really had improved her martial arts
skills.

The sound of weapons being drawn caught her attention. Three of the
remaining five opponents: an attractive woman with a musical instrument, a
bearded man with a polearm, and a large...lump of a man, came menacingly
towards her. The remaining two, a pair of twins, helped Ki Rin regain his
feet.

Akane slowly retreated, trying to get more room to maneuver. Her backward
progress was stopped abruptly when she ran into something behind her. She
turned to see the offending object was an odd lever that poked out from
the deck itself.

"Don't touch that lever!" the bearded man, Bishamonten warned.

"You mean this one?" Akane smirked as she pulled it, and was delighted to
see her action rewarded when the forward section of the foredeck, where
all of her opponents were, began to rotate. It spun around, hurling all of
her would-be kidnappers towards the ground below.

Akane's smile disappeared as a sudden realization occurred to her.
Thinking quickly, she used Ebiten's rod and cast a line towards Ki Rin.
Only luck enabled her to snare his arm and prevent him from plummeting
towards the ground with the others. With a great deal of difficulty, she
was able to reel the man in, dumping him unceremoniously next to her.

Ki Rin regained his feet and stared at his savior in surprise, then
smiled. "I had thought you didn't desire to wed me. I see you have changed
your mind. Hardly surprising."  He smiled smugly and brushed back his cape
with as much flare as he could muster.

"Actually, I just wanted to make it very clear to you why you shouldn't go
around abducting young women for your perverted schemes." Akane smacked a
fist into her open palm for emphasis.

Ki Rin appeared irate. "You possess the other half of the scroll. It is
our destiny to be wed."

"Funny thing about 'destiny'." Akane took a step towards him. "Sometimes
it doesn't quite work out the way you think it would."

"I see you have spirit," Ki Rin proudly stated. "All I need do is tame it.
Only then can we become one."

"Oh, you're about to become one with something all right." Akane began to
glow dull blue.


The rest of the much vaunted 'Seven Lucky Gods Martial Artists' crashed
into the ground with a loud boom. The heaviest member, Muu, was first,
making a huge impact crater as he hit. The others landed on his form,
which cushioned their own rather painful landing. Despite that, it was
only with a great deal of pain that they were able to regain their
footing.

The woman, Mon Lon, looked high above at the ark, and winced when she saw
Akane smash Ki Rin into the deck several times. "Our prince is in
trouble!" she shouted to the others, hoping to rouse them to battle. Her
horror grew when she saw Akane stop driving Ki Rin into the deck, only to
rip up large sections of the ship with which to bash him.

"We have to save hi-" the rest was cut off as she discovered an energy
sword thrust under her nose. She turned to see the wielder was Ryoko
wearing her red and black skin-tight battle outfit.

"So, you wanted to kidnap someone, huh?" Ryoko growled menacingly. "That
was a big mistake. You see, I was abducted and held captive by someone
once, and I don't have a whole lot patience with those kinds of people."

Little wooden boxes surrounded Ayeka as she switched to her Juraian battle
garb. "I too was abducted by the same man that took Ryoko, and I too
suffered at his hands. My tolerance for kidnappers is not... generous
either."

The remaining five martial artists learned what it meant to get on the bad
side of the galaxy's most wanted space pirate and a Jurain princess. But,
as Mon Lon would state many years later, the pain eventually went away.


"Hey, Akane. Guess what Ki Rin did today," Minami said as Akane sat down
in her seat.

Akane felt another headache coming on. Ki Rin refused to take no for an
answer. Instead of trying to kidnap Akane once more, he swore that he
would one day capture her heart and take her as his bride. He had tried
everything he could to woo her. He bought her expensive baubles, flowers,
her own flying ark, a whole ton of pickled vegetables and rice, anything
he could think of to try to win her over. The gifts ended up producing the
opposite effect they were intended to have. She was not the sort of girl
that could be bought with shiny trinkets, and that he would imply such a
thing did nothing but make her grow increasingly hostile towards him. The
only beneficial thing he had done was scare away several other annoying
suitors for her hand. And even then it hurt her pride that she was not the
one chasing them off. She could take care of herself.

Akane was getting to the point where she thought it might be a good idea
to start pummeling him in the hopes he would get the hint, when Minami
explained to him that Akane couldn't stand arrogant egomaniacs that forced
themselves upon women. Akane had watched as, amazingly enough, he seemed
to consider the words and wandered off. It was the first time he had
actually listened to someone give him advice.

Now Minami was grinning broadly at some action Ki Rin had taken. That
meant trouble. "What did he do now?" Akane forced herself to say.

"I have taken a job at this school so that I may learn what it means to be
humble."

Akane nearly fell over as Ki Rin seemingly appeared out of nowhere. She
looked him over to see that, sure enough, he was wearing a pair of
overalls rather than the usual expensive raiment he usually went about in.
"You mean you took a job as a janitor?"

"I prefer the term, 'waste management technician', if you don't mind." He
brushed back a stray lock of hair. "I have even gone so far as to forsake
my wealth and shall live on what I make through gainful employment."

Akane looked at him in disbelief. Was he actually telling the truth? He
reduced himself to mopping floors and cleaning toilets to try to impress
her?

Ki Rin stood up proudly upon a desk and shouted to the world. "I shall be
the best waste management technician the world has ever seen! All will
acknowledge me is the mightiest in the land! Hahahaha!"

Akane just shook her head. So much for humility.


It was nearing two months since Ki Rin had accepted his new job, when
Minami approached Akane during school. The ghost sweeper hadn't said much
at the time. All she had asked for was to meet Akane in the dead of night
in a deserted park. Nothing out of the ordinary there, assuming she wanted
Akane to help her hunt ghosts or something.

Rather than disturb the others, and possibly have to explain her actions,
Akane sneaked out to rendezvous with Minami. Halfway there, the rain began
to fall in a heavy downpour, soaking her to the bone instantly. It didn't
take her long to regret not bringing an umbrella, or going out to meet
Minami period. Akane wasted no time as she hurried through the rain,
hoping she would arrive at the park at any second so she could get out of
the awful downpour.

When she finally reached her destination, she saw that the ghost sweeper
was already there. Minami was wearing her shrine maiden's outfit, looking
every inch the demon fighter she had become in spite of being soaking wet.
There was no reaction from the girl as Akane approached, save for her
eyes, which tracked Akane's movement as she got closer. Once she was near
enough, Akane looked past the water splattered glasses and directly into
Minami's eyes, seeing a seriousness that was almost never present in her
friend. A slight unease began to make its presence known

"We need to get out of this rain." Akane felt proud of how steady her
voice was in spite of the nervousness she felt.

Minami shook her head. "I think it would be better if we stayed right
where we are. Somehow, it's appropriate that what comes next should occur
while being drenched with water. Water has played such an important role
in your life, after all. It was magic water that brought your one-time
fiancé, as well as your chief rival, to you. It was water that triggered
their changes. It was water that would have held the cure. Water, water,
water, water, water. So important to your life before. So important to
your life now. Even after all the time that has passed, water once again
becomes the focal point of your life."

"The storm doesn't bother me that much," Akane assured her, hoping Minami
would get back to normal soon. The ghost sweeper's disturbing behavior was
really setting her on edge.

Minami laughed. A laugh that sounded painful and hid back something. "Not
the storm, Akane. Tears."

"Tears?"

"Yes, tears." The smile Minami gave unsettled Akane even more. "You've
spilled enough of them since Ranma abandoned you."

"Shut up." Anger replaced unease. That was past her. It was over now. She
didn't need to be reminded of him. Minami should have known better.

"Little Akane, still crying over her lost love."

"I said shut up," Akane said more quietly than the first time. Why was
Minami doing this to her? It was over, had been for well over a year. Just
because she was over it didn't mean she wanted those terrible memories
reawakened.

"Left behind like a piece of unwanted garbage. The poor little girl that
couldn't even hold onto her man."

"Shut up!"

"What kind of a girl can't even do that? Maybe you should swear off your
womanhood, like Ukyou did. That might be for the best, right? I mean, you
are pretty unfeminine."

"I SAID SHUT UP!!!" The welled up anger burst forth as Akane was instantly
in motion, grabbing Minami by the collar of her robes and hoisting her up
into the air as though she weighed nothing.

Minami appeared unfazed by Akane's actions. If anything, she actually
seemed to be amused. "You shouldn't threaten a ghost sweeper. It could be
bad for your continued health."

"Why are you doing this to me?!" Akane sobbed as she could feel the tears
from her eyes mingle with the rain.

"Because you're over Ranma. You said so yourself many times. And I can
tell by your actions you told me nothing but the truth." Minami's voice
held a mocking tone.

"I am." Akane tried to keep her voice from cracking. In the heavy rain,
she thought the catch to it might even have been missed...by a deaf man.
It wasn't fair. She was over Ranma. There had been no tears for months.
Should have been no tears for the rest of her life. Not over him.

"I see. Well, now, I guess you won't be interested in how you can change
everything that happened to you."

Something awakened deep inside Akane, then. Something she had thought gone
a long time ago, yet it had only taken several words to bring it forth,
alive and well, lashing about in her mind.

It was hope.

Akane tried to dismiss the feeling. "What the hell are you talking about?!
Did something happen to Shampoo?" She hoped nothing bad had happened to
Ranma. Surely not him.

"Last I heard there were somewhere in India looking for a cure." Minami
answered. "Knowing them, they're probably screwing somewhere. Maybe in the
rain in their cursed forms. You know how Shampoo used to act around Ranma
when they were cursed. Couldn't keep her eyes off that delicious redhead,
right?"

Akane felt rage burn through the hope. She drew her fist back, intent not
in simply striking Minami, but grinding her bones into powder for
tormenting her this way.

"You can change all of that."

Once again, Akane felt her anger subside as Minami dangled the 'carrot'
before her eyes. She was being thrown from one extreme to the next. Akane
could feel herself approaching a breaking point she had thought long past.
The edge of it was right before her. "Explain yourself," she finally
managed to get out.

"Put me down first."

Akane did as she was bade, but allowed her fist to remain balled up. Anger
was still there, so much rage just waiting to bubble forth. In many ways
it was like a year hadn't passed, and that everything was the same as the
day she knew Ranma had finally chosen Shampoo. Still, Akane longed for his
touch.

Minami cleared her throat as the rain continued to strike her glasses,
obscuring almost all of her eyes. What little could be seen made her
appear almost insane in the dim moonlight. "I found a way you can change
everything. All it would take are a few of the tears you seem to have
hidden away for so long. Just one, actually."

"Quit talking in riddles! Tell me exactly what you mean!" Akane could feel
her temper beginning to break once more.

Minami's mask of amusement disappeared as she pulled a mirror, hidden
within the confines of her robes, out for Akane to see.

"What is it?" Akane asked.

"This is the ticket to achieving your heart's desires. It was one of the
magic objects Happosai had tucked among his many things, although by the
Black Rings of Amadora I don't know how he got his hands on it. It took me
forever to figure out what it was, but now I know for certain. This is one
of a set of three magic mirrors. They were incredibly powerful items. With
them, one can travel through space and time instantly. What we have here
is an object that can allow the possessor to walk through the ages
themselves.

"Would you like to see the signing of the Magna Carta? How about Nero
playing his fiddle while Rome burned? You could ask Einstein his theories
up close and personal. It's the only way I can see us passing Professor
Washuu's advanced special relativity class. Wait! I've got it! You could
go to Easter Island and see how those funky heads really got there.

"Or maybe, just maybe, you could change the way your life turned out."

Akane just stood there, her fist at last unclenching. Her mind was just
barely able to grasp what Minami was saying. Change her life? It had to be
some kind of sick joke.

"No. I'm dead serious," Minami answered, guessing the thoughts of Akane.
"All it takes to activate it is a tear, something you have plenty of when
it comes to Ranma Saotome, yes?"

She wanted to say no, that it wasn't true, that she was over him, but the
words failed to leave her mouth.

Minami remained where she was, holding the mirror out towards Akane in an
offering gesture. "Choose a time when you want to go back, let a tear fall
upon the mirror's surface, and it will take you to the time period you ask
for. Then all you have to do is visit the younger version of yourself and
the two of you can figure out what you did wrong and win Ranma's heart the
first time around. It would correct only the biggest mistake of your life.
All you have to do is cry."

Akane took the offered object and looked down at the mirror's surface. It
was awash with the water falling from the sky. The Tears of God were
already dotting its surface, yet nothing happened. But her tears could do
it, if Minami was telling the truth. She could summon them now and change
her life for the better. Yes. In hindsight she could change everything and
have Ranma fall in love with her. She would be the one he kissed, proudly
announcing to the world that Akane Tendo was the one he loved and wanted
to spend the rest of his life with. Then they could be married as soon as
possible; the day after he declared his love would be good. Yes. And she
wouldn't be alone any more. That touch she longed for would be hers once
again. She could hear his voice grumble about how she couldn't cook worth
a damn, was uncute and flat-chested, and then she would kiss him and his
wonderful insults that masked how he really felt about her. All would be
right with the world.

And she could keep Tarou from dying. Yes! Of course! That too. That was
it. He would still be alive, and she could continue to train with him and
enjoy his no-nonsense, if brusque, behavior and his companionship, to have
him alive too.

Why stop there? She could go further back, back to the time when her
mother was still alive and maybe they could diagnose her disease much
earlier and save her. Oh, to have her mother alive. It would be so
wonderful to see her in the kitchen, raising all of her daughters just as
things should have been. And her father would be so happy, almost like the
man he was now that he was married to Silk. All of those wasted years the
family suffered, eradicated in the blink of an eye. And to see her
mother's face, lacking the horrible pain that was in all of the few
memories that Akane had of her. Just to see that smiling, happy face that
Kasumi described so well, yet Akane could only imagine. It would be
wonderful.

Of course her soon-to-be born sister would never exist then. Her sibling,
which was only a month or two away. Akane was already looking forward to
actually seeing her when she was born. Nabiki, who was also looking
forward to the birth of yet another sister, was already placing bets on
which Tendo girl she would look the most like. After all, Silk was a
virtual dead ringer for their mother, so maybe the girl would look like
Akane. Somehow, she felt sort of flattered by that idea.

But to go back and affect the past might jeopardize that birth. Actually
it would almost surely destroy it. Could she bring herself to do that?
There were no assurances she could even save her mother, for that matter.
Would Akane be able to live with herself if, in spite of her best efforts,
her mother died anyway?

Let the dead rest in peace. Yes. Her mother, may she be happy with
kami-sama, should be left where she was, no matter how much it hurt. That
pain was behind Akane. So she could just go back to a time after her
mother's death but before Ranma arrived. Then she could tell the younger
version of herself what would happen, and what she could do to prevent
Ranma from falling in love with Shampoo, and instead fall in love with
herself.

For a moment, Akane paused to consider what she would do if someone who
looked like her claimed to come from the future and told her she would
fall for some strange guy she had never even heard of. Would the younger
version of herself believe the story? Probably not. And even if she did,
how exactly would Akane go about winning Ranma under those circumstances?
If the younger version of her seemed to know too much about him, might
that just scare him, make him harder to win over? Maybe. And if she
interfered with things that early, the future from that point onward would
become nearly impossible to predict. She had learned enough from Professor
Washuu about basic time travel to admit it was probably correct, and that
all it would take was one little difference to change everything from that
moment onward into something unrecognizable. All it would take would be
for the 'butterfly to flap its wings' to eventually cause a hurricane on
the far side of the world.

How many lives would be changed by her interference? Did it matter? She
would have Ranma. Wasn't that worth any risk? Worth any sacrifice? Like
the arrival of Natsume and Kunumi? Like that of Silk and her father's
happiness?

Like that of an unborn sister?

But it was all for happiness: hers and Ranma's. That made it worthwhile.
That made it worth any risk. She and Ranma would be happy...

...except Ranma was already happy. He had made his choice, and she could
tell from his voice behind the door, that day he had finally told her by
apologizing, that he had meant what he said. There had been pain in his
voice, but not doubt. Oh, how much it had hurt Akane to accept that
horrible truth, that he had known who he loved and there were no regrets
about that, just lamentations that he had hurt others with his choice. But
he had made it all the same.

That meant it was all for her. Just her happiness. She would risk changing
everything, affect everyone's lives, her new sisters, the one to come, her
father's new-found happiness, all for her desires.

No. All for just one desire.

Ranma.


Minami watched as she picked out a tear, one single tear among the deluge
of other streaks of water that fell down her face, go from Akane's eye,
travel down her cheek until it reached her chin, then fell and struck the
surface of the mirror.

Nothing happened.

Minami watched as Akane's shoulders seemed to slump slightly, then stiffen
with resolve. Slowly she handed the mirror back to Minami.

"I don't want that anymore."

Minami's mask of insane glee disappeared, only to be replaced by a much
more satisfied one. "It's about time you said goodbye to him."

Akane looked softly at her friend. A truer friend than she had ever
suspected. "Yes. It is."

"Want to come over to my place?" Minami offered.

Akane shook her head. "I think I need some time to adjust to this. I need
to be alone to do it."

Minami nodded her head in understanding.

Akane was about to turn, when one last thought occurred to her. "What are
you going to do with the mirror?"

Minami looked Akane in the eye, then held the mirror out before her. "What
anyone with the common sense of a dog would do with an object as powerful
as this."

And she threw it down on the ground, shattering the glass into a thousand
tiny fragments.

"Those that seek to change the past will never truly be happy with any
present, even the ones they believe they create." Minami looked soberly at
Akane. "You aren't the only one who has a past they'd like to change. For
better or for worse, I'll take the present I've got now. Sometimes it
stinks, but overall it could be worse."

"Meet before school, same as always?" Akane asked in a far more normal
tone of voice.

"Of course," Minami said as she began the long walk back to her home,
opposite the direction of Akane's.

Akane watched the ghost sweeper's form end up consumed by the darkness,
while she remained standing alone there for some time. Perhaps she was
alone, but curiously, it did feel as though something was at long last put
to rest inside her. The rain, which had been a depressing deluge, suddenly
became a cleansing flow. She held her face towards the sky and allowed the
full effects of the liquid to purge her of what resentment had remained
hidden deep inside her. It felt good to be truly alive once more.

Eventually the rain went from being cleansing to just making her wet and
uncomfortable. Akane decided it would be a very good idea to return home,
so she hurried back, taking the time to skip through the puddles as though
she were a child again. The weight had been removed from her shoulders.
She felt so much better now that she had truly resolved the matter of her
heart. There was little doubt that she would think wistfully of her lost
love from time to time, but at last she could truly get on with her life,
and apologize to those she had shut out of it for far too long.

As she made her way past the wall surrounding the dojo, she saw that, even
at that late hour, she had an unexpected visitor. He wasn't enough to
bring down her good mood, but her spirit was dampened a little bit. All
men were still compared with Ranma in her mind, and he unquestionably fell
short in her eyes. Hopefully she could break herself of that particular
habit in the near future, though.

"What do you want, Ki Rin?"

As he turned to answer her, Akane immediately noticed there was something
different about him. It was easy to see. The usual arrogant swagger, the
one he possessed even when he was on his knees cleaning toilets, was
missing. He seemed almost...normal.

"Greetings on this evening, Akane Tendo." He did bow for her, but even
that seemed different, lacking the air of superiority it usually
possessed. What was going on? He didn't have anything in his hands, and he
almost always visited bearing gifts.

"It's late." Which was true. Akane wasn't sure what would bring him out at
that time of night. Usually he timed his visits after school, before
dinner, so he could invite her out to eat. An invitation she always
refused.

"I wanted to tell you something I just discovered, but I was afraid to
awaken your family. So I leaped up to your window, just to knock on it,
really. My intentions were noble. When I saw that you weren't there, I
chose to wait outside for your return. Forgive me if I was impertinent."

Once again Akane was struck by the difference in Ki Rin. He seemed
so...sincere. "Don't worry about it. What was so important that you felt
the urge to wait up for me this late at night?"

And then she saw the Chinese youth give a smile. Not the haughty grin he
usually bore, but rather a soft grin that showed genuine amusement.

"All of this time I have been shouting out how humble I am in taking such
a 'lowly' job, and renouncing my wealth back home. During this entire
time, I never understood why no one seemed to think I was humble." He
turned his head away from her for a moment, then turned back. "I pondered
that enigma for quite some time, and you know what I finally realized?"

Akane thought she did, but it would be for the best if he was the one to
say it.

"A humble, I mean a truly humble person, does not shout out how humble he
is. He simply is." Once again he gave that now innocent smile. "I can't
believe how blind I've been. Looking back, I understand what I did wrong.
Not just here, but back home too. I've been an arrogant popinjay."

"Go on."

Ki Rin stared at her for a moment, then began to laugh, although he caught
himself before it became too loud and disturbed someone. "You see, not all
that long ago I would have been irritated by that and denied it, but no
longer." He brushed back some errant strands of wet hair from his face.
"Now I'm just irritated."

Akane arced an eyebrow quizzically at that. "At me?"

"At myself for being that way. I know I'm not going to change overnight. I
might not even change all that much, but at least I am aware of my
behavior. That is the first step to truly understanding what humility
means. Correct?" As he finished saying that, a hesitant look crept across
his face. "Akane Tendo. Akane, I hope you won't be offended by this, but
even if things do not work out between us, even if you maintain the very
legitimate disdain you had for me since the first time we met, I have
still gained something invaluable from knowing you. You have my thanks."

She stood there staring at him, not so much from being moved by the
moment, but just because she had no idea of what to say.

"I would take my leave of you now." He bowed gracefully before her, then
turned to go.

"Wait."

Ki Rin turned in surprise at the sound of her voice.

"I'll be right back." Akane darted inside the house, only to return a
moment later with an umbrella. She handed it to Ki Rin. "Make sure you
give it back to me tomorrow."

He bowed before her once more, then left. She remained where she was for
several minutes, staring in the direction he had taken. Once she was
satisfied he had truly left, and that she had a few moments alone to think
about what had just happened, she turned to look up at the raining skies.

"Interesting timing there," she said to the heavens above. "I don't know
if that's supposed to be some kind of weird sign or something, but don't
hold your breath. I still think he's irritating as hell, and I'm not
convinced this isn't just some phase he's going through." She continued
considering things before speaking once again. "Still, I might give him a
chance. I might give someone else a chance too. I'm just going to play it
by ear."

The way her life had gone, she half expected some kind of an answer to
what she had said, but none followed. Giving a little chuckle at her own
silly behavior, she went inside. No matter what happened, she felt a lot
better about herself than she had in a long while. It was time to get on
with the rest of her life.

And now she was.


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Thanks to Jurai-Knight for making some idle speculation that ended up
becoming a full scene.

And as always, special thanks to:

Ryan Anderson
Jim Bader
Bloodblade
Jurai-Knight
Gary Kleppe
Jason Liao
Lord Talon
Miashara (I need your email address again)
Bryan Smith
Wade Tritschler

and  Ryoucilo for persistence

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