Salutations.

I'm Trevor J. You may have seen me post occasionally with a comment here
and there on behalf of Colliding SYmphonies, or even c&c a fanfiction,
yet for the most part, I remain off to the side while GT, my cousin,
advocates for us.

I have been working on my first fanfiction on 3x3eyes when a what if
demon lurched into my head. A Ranma what if demon.

So, as my first posted story teaser, please feel free to acknowledge or
delete this story portion.

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what if akane wasnt born?
nabiki?
kasumi?

kasumi. . . .never born. . not there to help the family bear the burden

of tendo san death.

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Soun Tendo thumbed through the mail, disgusted noises escaping his lips
as he rumaged through more bills. The last thing he needed was another
payment of some kind.

Then he saw it. A post card with unintelligible kanji on it's front,
framing a picture of a panda. "China?" he muttered. "Who the hell do I
know in China?" He flipped over the card.

 Tendo-kun.

  Coming from China with Ranma as promised and planned.

   Arrive later in August.

  Genma Saotome.

Soun was shaking as he finished reading the scrawled words from his old
friend. "At long last, a sign from you and your son. . .it's about damn
time you wrote, Saotome-kun." he checked the cancel date on the postage.

August 20th.

"Well! They could be arriving any day now. I suppose I should let the
girls know." He trudged back to the living room.

As spacious as is was, it was terribly empty. There was a large table, a
liquor cabinet and a tv, as well as seat cushions. . .but it seemed
hollow to look at. He set the stack of bills on the table in the place
where Nabiki usually sat.

After a breif scan of the room, he went to the kitchen and put a kettle
on the stove, igniting the gas burner. He spared this room a glance as
well. It was very drab, and colourless. His limited cooking ability left
him with very little he could do with the spacious kitchen. It seemed
like such a waste, especially after she. . .

He shook his head. (I promised myslef I wouldn't dwell on it.) He left
the kitchen and headed upstairs. "Nabiki!" he said at the closed and
locked door.

"What is it?" her voice escaped muffled by the door.

"I need to speak with you!"

"Later. I'm busy," she said, clearly annoyed at the intrusion.

Soun grew angry, but calmed himself. He knew how to deal with his
daughter. "Bills came!" he shouted through the door. After a moment of
curious noise, Nabiki emerged wearing little more than a body suit
leotard with an oversized collar shirt over it, clearly leaving little
to the imagination..

She looked up at her father in annoyance. "Well? Where are they?"

"Downstairs."

"Oh, jeeze. Too lazy to bring them up to me, Daddy?" she said, her voice
dripping with venom. He felt his heat rising again, but sought to
control it quickly.

"I need to speak with you and Akane. Now go downstairs and wait for me."

Nabiki turned to go back to her room. "Come on. I don't have time for
you." The door shut loudly on his face.

Soun growled. After a moment of though, he nodded to himself.

He buried his fist through the door causing splinter to fly out the
other side. Nabiki shrieked in fright and he ripped the door off of his
fist, in the process ripping it out of it hinges. "What the hell are you
doing?"

He entered the room, careful not to step on the notes or cd's strung on
the floor. His tone was very calm. "I ask very little of your time
Nabiki. Now I think you owe it to me to hear what I have to say once in
a while." He walked over to her place on the bed. "I think its not too
much to ask, what with everything I let you get by with."

She swallowed heavy. She would always forget too quickly whoher father
was and what he did, but such reminders were not new to her. "Alright,
Alright, I'm coming. Jeeze." She began gathering some of her notes
together as Soun left the room and the debris.
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"Akane!" he yelled.

"What?" a muted reply came from down the hall.

"Come downstairs, please!"

"I'm practising!"

"Just for once will you do as I ask!?" he hollered.

After a moment, Akane opened the door to her room down the hall and
stepped out. She was holding a flute while her other hand smoothed her
long hair.

"What is it, dad?" she said, also sounding less than enthusiastic.

"I need to speak with you two. Please come downstairs."

She pulled her flute apart as she walked back to her room. "All right."

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A few minutes later, Soun sat across from his two daughters.

"Fiancee`?"

"Yes. An old friend is returning from a training trip with his son and
I've asked the he come here. He promised our schools would live on no
matter what happened to either of us.. . now with your mother gone, I. .
was bereft of a son to pass the school to. Genma offered his son to me."

"How sexist," Nabiki spat.

"Perhaps. . .I've been too soft on you girls, without your mother to
give you guidance. .I may have been to leniant on you to make up for it.
. .but because of my errors, I have hurt the family. If anything can be
done to fix it, then engaging one of you to Ranma would help us."

"What!?" they chorused.

"I would not steer you as wrong as you think I do, girls. If he's
unacceptable heir, then I'll break it. But he is an old friend who
helped my through time I might not have survived with his shoulder to
lean on. Show him respect when he arrives."

"But don't we get some say in who were going to marry?" Akane barked.

"Well, maybe he's good looking, Akane. No need to chew his head off
before he gets here."

"I hate boys."

"You hate everybody."

"Both of you hush."

"Yeah, when are they arriving?"

"His postcard from China said any day now."

"He's Chinese?"

"No. . .he and his father went on a training mission to China, to
further his martial arts skills."

"Oh great. . .he practises martial arts. Whopee," Akane deadpanned.

"What is he like?"
"How old his he?"
"What's he look like?"
"How tall is he?"
"Does he do anything other the martial arts?"

"I don't know."

"Huh?" they chorused again.

"I've never met him."

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Without a nurturing presence or vitality of Kasumi, would they be as
harsh as the next teenager?

Comment are welcome. If you wish me to further explore this avenue, let
me know.

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