"Ah, sir! You fall in Spring of Drowned Magical Girl! Very
tragic story of teenage flying witch drown in spring 500
years ago!"
The surfaced Ranma looked down at herself, gulped, opened
her gi, and screamed for a moment. Then she looked back at
the guide. "Wait a moment, you said drowned MAGICAL girl?"
"That's right, boy!" Somehow, Genma had already managed to
resume his human form and loomed over Ranma. The light
glinted off his glasses and he pushed them back onto his
nose. "We've got a whole new area to train you in now!
Grab this broomstick and we'll get started!"
Gingerly, the now-female Ranma rode the broomstick in the
night sky on her first flight.
"We'll work on enduring stake burnings later," called her
father's voice up from the ground.
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HKMiller (with apologies to Studio Ghibli) presents:
Ranma's Delivery Service
(Ranma no Takkyubin)
FFML draft 11 October 2001
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"Ranma-kun, you owe me an awful lot of yen," said Nabiki.
"What are you going to do to pay me back?"
"Uhh.. maybe I oughta get a part-time job," replied Ranma.
"But it can't interfere with my trainin', if you can think
of somethin' like that."
"I have an idea, Son-in-Law," said Cologne, suddenly appearing
beside Ranma. "I was thinking that Shampoo really ought to
go to school here in Japan, so she'll fit in better with your
countrymen during your future life together. If she does, I
will need a new Ramen delivery person. Would you be willing
to fill the job? It would give you and Shampoo a lot of time
together while she's training you, and during evenings."
Cologne grinned.
Ranma smirked. "Well, I can sure get around a lot faster than
Shampoo on her bike, long's I got a broom. I might even be
able to handle quick deliveries during school hours."
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Ranma, in the girl body, stood astride her broomstick and
looked around her in puzzlement. "Let's go, Jiji. Jiji?
Now where did he get to?"
"What a haul! What a haul! Ranma! Let's make our getaway!"
Abruptly, 'Jiji' appeared, dressed in a black body-suit
which looked a bit like a bandanna'd piglet.
Ranma looked up; sure enough, two dozen angry women were
running right towards the two of them, waving brooms, rakes,
and baseball bats.
Ranma wiped a sheen of nervousness from her brow. "Uh...
right! Hop on, Jiji! We're out 'a here!"
(Not to be continued)
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