Just a little note, Jason, D.B., don't worry, I can't screw this one up
like the last one.




It was another fine Nerima morning. The brand new day promised a new start
for the cast of characters we all know and love, well except one.


Wiped!
by Mark Ferrer

Kasumi made her way downstairs to the kitchen. As usual, she was the first
one up and about. The only thing that was out of the ordinary were the
sleeping teenagers in the living room. The twisted siblings, the bathing
supplies, the cook and the lost boy were all sleeping peacefully all
around the central table.

"Oh my." Kasumi said quietly. "I better make a big breakfast today."
Seeing that they probably wouldn't be getting up for a while, she went to
the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

* * *

Ranma Saotome was having one of his strangest dreams he'd ever had. He was
wearing a red shirt and blue overalls with a matching red hat. He was
shocked to have felt a bushy moustached on his upper lip. Standing about
10 metres away from him were to Akane look alikes that seemed to be
wearing a turtle costume. He was about to ask what was going on when both
Akanes started hurling hundreds of metal hammers at him...


"RANMA WAKE UP!" shouted Akane, shaking the sleepy martial artist.

"huh? wha wha's goin on?" said a half-asleep Ranma.

"What did you do?" Akane asked. "What are all those people doing
downstairs?"

"Downstairs?" Ranma still hadn't completely woken but was still weary of
his dream of Akane with metal hammers.

"C'mon." said Akane, dragging him by the pig-tail.

* * *

Akane pulled her fiancee down to the living room. She couldn't explain it
but Ranma always felt lighter whenever she was dragging him by the
pig-tail. She deposited him at the doorway and pointed with her finger to
the still sleeping martial artists, "What's going on?" 

"How should I know?" Ranma asked, rubbing the spot where his pig-tail
attached to his scalp. Who would have known hair was that strong. "Uh,
maybe we should wake them up?"

"This has to be your fault. YOU wake them up." said Akane, "I'm not taking
any chances getting kidnapped again."

Sighing, Ranma used the waking technique that came to mind, "WAKE UP
EVERYBODY!!"

Slowly, everyone sat up with looks of confusion on their faces. Ranma was
weary of Kuno, Ryoga and Mousse while Akane sized up Kodachi, Shampoo and
Ukyo.

The newly waken martial artists looked around at their surroundings and
one question came to mind after a horrible realization.

"Who am I?"

* * *

"Okay now. To review. You're Ryoga, Kodachi, Kuno, Ukyo, Shampoo and
Mousse." said Ranma as he pointed to each person in turn.

Everyone except Kasumi was now in the living room. Genma, Soun, Ranma and
Akane sat at the head of the table with the others sitting around it.

"So, none of you can remember who you are?" asked Soun.

He was met with a couple "No"s and a couple shakes of their heads.

"Do you remember anything at all?" asked Akane.

The six looked at each other before Kuno said, "Well, I seem to remember
quite a lot actually. The only thing that seems to be missing is who I am.
I do remember everyone's name for some reason. Do you all feel the same
way too?" he asked his fellow amnesiacs.

"Yeah. Same here. But I seem to remember that I'm a martial artist or
something." said Ryoga thoughtfully.

"And I'm some kind of gymnast." said Kodachi, idly twirling a baton she
had suddenly found in her fingers.

"I don't know about you but I feel like cooking some okonomiyaki."
professed Ukyo.

"Hey what are these?" asked Shampoo, taking out her twin bonbori.

"I think they're called 'bonbori'." said Mousse. "Actually, I seem to have
a great knowledge of weapons. And if I'm right I should be able to..."

>From his robes came a huge wrecking ball, reaching almost as high as the
ceiling.

"Hmm, now how do you put this thing back in?" said Mousse thoughtfully as
the others facefaulted as best they can with the now limited space made by
the new addition to the room.

* * *


Man I must be crazy to try to start yet another series, seeing how far I
have to go on 'A Different Brand of Mousse'. Ah well, tell me what you
think. Maybe I will continue this.


-- 
Mark Ferrer