TSUBASA ATTACKS!
part 2: so you don't take me seriously, eh?

	Tsubasa sighed.
	It had been a day since he'd landed in this reality, and it wasn't
going well.  Rod had turned out to be an incredible jerk.  A jerk of
amazing proportions.  It started out in the office, where Tsubasa was
tinkering with the computers while waiting for him to recover from getting
malleted.  It was at that point that Tsubasa learned that he should never
leave his mallet lying around, because out of nowhere came an incredibly
savage malleting.  He woke up in a dumpster, really ticked off.  On the
way back to Rod's office Tsubasa got hit by a car.  Guess who was driving
it?  Then, while walking to Rod's house, he got arrested!  Rod told the
cops there was a transvestite stalker in the neighborhood, and so that's
how Tsubasa ended up in jail.
	"WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME?!?!!?!?"
	"C'mere, stupid."  Suddenly, a pair of hands grabbed his shoulders
and he saw a blinding flash of light.  When his vision cleared, he was...
he was back in Nerima.  Overjoyed with happiness, he began sobbing which
rivaled Soun Tendo's mighty floods.  Someone interrupted that with a swift
whap to the head.
	"Can't you do anything right?!?!"
	Tsubasa blinked.  He knew that voice.  "UKYOU-SAMA!" *GLOMP*
	"GEDOFFAME!"  *WHAP*
	It was, indeed, Ukyou.  With Ranma, and Akane, and Ryouga, and
everyone else from Nerima.  "We've been watching you, Tsubasa, and we
gotta say... you're embarrasing us."
	"I'm sorry!  I've tried my best!"
	"Well your best sucks, sugar.  And WHY were you doing all that
walking?  Remember that you can teleport through computers, stupid!"
	"Sorry!  Sorry!"
	Ukyou looked into the crowd behind her, as if expecting something. 
Through the crowd, a bucket was handed to her.  "Here, use this." 
	Tsubasa looked at it.  "Um... what's this?"
	Ukyou smiled.  "Just don't get any on yourself.  The Amazon tribe
wanted you to use this on Rod."
	"Oh?  Why?"
	Ukyou showed him a script.
	"Oh... destroyed the whole village, huh?  No wonder."

*

	Rod was sprawled out on his bed, wondering about his mental
health.  What was with this anime-to-life crap?  It was ridiculous!  He
swore to cut down on the soda and coffee.  And with that last thoght, he
faded into sleep.

	Meanwhile, in the workroom of the house, Tsubasa was on the floor,
looking like someone had beated her up badly.  "Wh-what kinda... machine
is THAT?"  She peered at the computer:  8086, monochrome, mid-80's model.
No wonder it hurt going through that machine, it was butt-ugly.  Tsubasa
stood up, made sure the bucket lid was firmly in place, and stalked
quietly to Rod's room.

	THE NEXT MORNING

	Rod woke up feeling odd.  Kinda cold.  A little rubbery.  He was
also a bit thirsty.  He tried to yawn.

	*BEEEP*

	Beeep?

	He blinked, but found himself unable to.  Instead, for some
reason, the wall was lit up briefly, as if someone was turning on a light.
His arms were pinned beneath him, and all he could do was spin them a bit.
Mirror!  Where's the mirror?!  He turned to the right, ruining the bed and
the rug.
	Oh _no_.
	Nissanichuan.  Spring of drowned Nissan Pathfinder.
	The radio inside flickered to life and scanned quickly through the
channels and settled on one.  The volume was turned up high.

	"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!"

*

	EPILOGUE

	He'd ran over Tsubasa several times now.  The little twerp just
didn't seem to get the idea that he was _not_ wanted here.  Dealing with
Tsubasa wasn't bad.  It was when the entire amazon tribe swung by for a
visit that things got nasty.
	At the moment he was parked in a garage, mulling things over.
There had to be a way out of this.  HOW were they crossing over?  Was the
Ranmaverse the only one open?  How was he going to get a cure?  He needed
allies.  Maybe he wasn't the only one with this problem.  Maybe Wilmore,
Eav, or the others had found a way out.   Maybe... no.  What he really
needed was an agent on the other side.  Who owed him...

	Ah.

	At a locked office at the computer lab, Rod typed in a frenzy.  He
saved his work, sat back, and sighed.  Nothing left to do now but wait.
	"Who summons I, Tatewaki Kuno, the Blue Thunder of Furinkan High?"
	Rod turned around, smiling.  "I do."
	"And who might you be?"
	"Do you recall 'Blue Thunder Rising'?"
	"Ah, the chronicles of my glory days, before that rogue Saotome
had put his accursed mark on the land."
	"Bingo.  Now listen up, I need a favor to ask of you..."  Rod
quickly and in simple sentances outlined what he needed:  how they were
crossing over and where Jusenkyou was.  Kuno replied that he knew not the
exact nature of their transit, but would inquire as best as he could about
that, and this odd Jusenkyou, then Kuno faded out of reality.
	Rod sighed, hoping this would work.
	"Psst."
	Rod blinked.  More visitors?
	"Psst.  Hallo, boss.  It's us."  Out from the shadows materialized
three figures, all skinny, in suits, and carrying umbrellas.  They looked
alot like Hikaru Gosunkugi.  One of them was emotionless, the other had a
smirk, and the third one... he was slightly glowing purple.
	"No... this can't be," said Rod.
	The three of them bowed.  "Ryo Muhoshin at y'service, m'lord." 
They were all Ryo Muhoshin.  One from The More Things Change, and the two
others from the sequel.  One of them was overly psychotic, one was immune
to magic, and the glowing one... that had to be the one that managed to
keep the Psycho Power from the Shadoloo Crime Lord (Vega, Bison,
whatever). 
	Rod narrowed his eyes.  "I know you three, I made you... you
wouldn't bow to anybody unless there was something in it for you."
	"Sharp, isn't he?" said the one with the smirk.
	"We are here," said the glowing one, "because we have a
proposition, and insider knowledge as well."
	"Go on..."
	"First of all, we managed to get some Jusenkyou water.  We're not
sure of it's the right one, but you must admit that becoming a two ton car
at the drop of water has had some VERY bad moments, like in that
elevator..."
	"DON'T remind me."
	"Anyways," said the glowing Ryo, "we'll give it to you when we're
done talking.  Secondly, we've found a way to drag you across to The Other
Side, although it might be a bit risky.  But it's a _very_ interesting
route, sir.  Have you ever read 'Twisted Path'?"
	"The first bit, yeah... oh.  You don't mean..."
	The emotionless one nodded.  "The nexus, the thing that gave
Mister Steffler such VERY intersting powers."
	"So," wondered Rod, "What's in it for you?"
	"Anime characters cannot gain power through the nexus.  They can,
however, become empowered by those who ARE affected by the nexus," siad
the serious one.
	The glowing Ryo smiled.  "We aid you if you aid use.  Understand?"
	Rod thought about this.
	"C'mon man, say yes!" said the smirking Ryo.
	Rod smiled.  "Very well, guys, we've got a deal.  Now hand me that
bucket, anything's gotta be better than being a car.  I've been stolen
three times already and the birdcrap wasn't fun either."

	*SPLASH*

	"Ook?"
	The Ryos looked surprised.  "Orangutang, eh?" said the smirking
one.  "Well, he always did read too much Terry Pratchett books."  The
glowing one handed Rod a marker and a sign.
	//I'M A MONKEY!!!/// signed an alarmed Rod-orangutang.
	"Well, actually, an Orangutang, sir.  Quite strong, those things
are.  It could be worse, ne?"
	Rod sighed.  //Get outta here, get to work.//
	"Right-o, boss," said the smirking one.
	"See ya later," said the grim one.
	"And don't forget, we've got a deal," said the glowing one.
	"OOK!"
	"Alright, alright, we're going!"
	"Ook."
	The Ryos smirked and faded into the shadows.  Of course, they
didn't tell him about the _others_ who had this problem, and that they
might have a little problem here or there with that, but did he need to
know that?  Naaah.

-the end?-