Okay.. this is weird.. I sent out a draft of Sibling Rivalry Chap 5 two days 
ago.. and _I_ still haven't recieved it.  I asked some others and they too 
haven't recieved it.. so I gues I'll repost what I had. If you actually did 
recieve it.. sorry you got this twice. Do whatever you want to your second 
copy. Use it for facility paper.

Plus.. a bit of spam here.. sorry.. but who can give up prossesed.. stuff? 
anywhoo's.. For those who give a darn.. my webpage has been updated this 
week.. like everyother week.  Just a spam.. now back to your regularly 
schedualed email.
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Okay.. the repost will comence.... Now!
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OH MY!
She's actually Posting again!
RUUUUN!

hehe.. sorry

Yes, I'm back.. and with Chapter 5.   I was intending to have this be the 
final chapter of the series.. but I got Writter's block, and thus finished 
it a little too short.  I appologize for that.  But I'm Tinkering with ideas 
for Chapter 6.. which _will_ be the final chapter.... I hope.

So what is my next fanfic, you're probably not asking.. well It's a Ranma 
fic.  Mostly focusing on Ranma this time.  Actually, it's a 
Ranma/Groundhog's day crossover..
*blink.. blink*
I know.. sounds odd.. but I've started writting it already.  Just like the 
movie, Ranma must relive the same day over and over again, trying to achieve 
perfection.  Here's a Clip:

~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was dinner time, and Ranma stared at the miso soup Kasumi so kindly 
served to her family.  At least he wasn't stuck on a day where Akane cooked! 
At that he shuddered.
	The sounds were the same, the scraping of the chop-sticks against the rice 
bowls, the chewing of the food in everyone's mouth.  The annoying slurping 
with the tea.  One more day like this, and he knew he'd go insane.
	*Let's see,* he thought, *Pop'll bite his tounge... Now*
	"MPH! ::grumble::"
	*Stupid old man, never learns! Now.. Nabiki'll clear her throat..*
	"::Ahem::"
	He smiles and nods faintly.  Then looks up, and out towards the front 
porch.
	"Right on time... now...*
	"5...4...3...2...1...."
	"Bwee!"
	"P-Chan! Where've you been!"
	Amazing how Ryouga, who couldn't even find the front door from the inside 
of a house, can time and time again appear on schedual!  Ranma sighed.  What 
hadn't he done to Ryouga today? Let's see, he's pounded him, punted him, 
squished his cursed form.  It was too easy.  He was very predictable it was 
pathetic.  Then.. Ranma blinked.  There _was_ one thing he hadn't done.
	"Um Akane."
	"What do you want, Ranma?  I won't let you pick on P-chan! He just got 
home, for crying out loud!"
	"I think there's something you should know about P-chan..."

	*SPLASH*
	"Wake up Dummy! You'll be late for school!"
	Ranma blinked, and looked at the departing form of Akane.
	"Note to self.. Telling Akane about P-Chan.. BAD BAD Idea!"
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Okay.. I actually just put this here to make up for the shortness of the 
fic.  But that's what to expect for my next fanfic.

And as for an added bonus, I'm placing here a Spoof fic for grabs.
Would any of you be willing to write up a:
DBZ/Austin Powers crossover.
::hangs head in shame:: sorry.. but just picture it..

Dr. Evil> That makes me angry.. and when Dr. Evil get's angry, Mr. Piccolo 
gets upset.. and when Mr. Piccolo gets upset... People DIE!

Sorry.. that was just too much to resist!
I'll post the fanfic...

I'd reeally appreciate any C&C of any form!

You're funny if you think Ranma and all things related to it belongs to me.. 
heh.. nah.. it belongs to the great Rumiko Takahashi (We're not worthing of 
her greatness!)

Enjoy!
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Chap. 5
How many roads must a man-among-men walk?

	Flowing smoothly down it's path, the water heads toward an unfamiliar 
place.  It does not know what lies ahead, only what it has passed through.  
One instant, it could be heading downstream, toward the vast free ocean, the 
next instant it may find itself trickling down a storm-drain, to fester in 
the stench-filled sewers, like what this particular stream was about to find 
out.
	A lone traveler steps over the stream of rain-water as he attempted to 
cross the street.  He did not fancy the idea of getting wet.  Expensive 
shoes? Not particularly.  His clothes are worn thin, and tattered in areas.  
Were not for the leg-binders, this author would have to then write that the 
traveler was wearing "pedal-pushers", but such was not the case.
	Ryouga did not bother to look up at where he was going.  What was the use 
of that? He would not recognize where he was, nor would it help in getting 
to his final destination; the Tendo Dojo.  Did he really want to be there? 
He was having doubts about that.  The situations involved had indeed become 
complicated to say the least... Okay okay.. things have really been shot to 
Hell!
	Perhaps he should ignore all that was said so that things can go back to 
normal?  That way he can find his way back to Nerima, pay Saotome back for 
the Hell endured and live happily ever after with Akane by his side? Yeah 
right! As if things could ever be that easy?  This is all Saotome's fault! 
All three of them! And..... and there's not a thing in Hell he can do about 
it. Damn.  Ryouga gripped his umbrella tighter in frustration.  Although the 
rain had let up a little while back, he wasn't going to take any chances.
	Letting curiosity getting the best of him, he looks up to take in his 
surroundings.  He's in a some sort of residential area.  Well, at least it's 
not a forest, or anything of the sort.  Upon closer inspection of one of the 
houses, he could tell he wasn't in Nerima.  There were no repair patches in 
any of the walls. It's a very nice neighborhood, to say the least.  
Especially with the view of that big mountain in the background. Hmmm... 
There's something about that mountain, something familiar.  Ugh! What is it? 
FUGI! That's it! That's Mount Fugi! Well, whoop-dee-doo. Wasn't there a 
"Mount Fugi" in Matsue as well? Hmph! If you've seen one Mount Fugi, you've 
seen 'em all. Now.. with that settled, how does one get to Nerima from here?
	Ryouga sighs, and resumes walking: Head low, and umbrella up high.  As he 
walks down the road, we look back to the front of the house where he was 
standing by.  In the corner of the wall, above the letter chute, there 
shines a plaque.  Not just any old plaque, this particular one had the name 
"Hibiki" upon it. Oh well.

	When it comes to a obtaining peace of mind, or relaxation of the spirit, 
there are several forms of mediations, or "Zen" as one would call it, used; 
Za-zen (sitting-Zen), Do-Zen (moving-Zen), and San-Zen-in.... okay maybe not 
the latter. For Ukyou Kuonji, okonomiyaki making was no different.  True, 
almost anyone can make okonomiyaki, but it takes a life-time of dedication 
to master it!  One must time the moment right, to flip it and only the right 
amount of sauce will do. It is an art.  So, of course she'll get mighty 
tiffed if someone were to interrupt her meditation.
	The small bells rang out, announcing a customer.  Ukyou looks up from the 
grill to observe whether it was a "regular" or a "newcomer".
	"Ran-chan! Come-on in!"
	Of course, there are those whom she didn't mind interrupting her work.
	"Hiya, Uk-chan."
	"Why the long face, Ranma?" She asked, smiling at her own joke.
	Ranma grumbled for a bit, not for the little play on his namesake, but just 
for the heck of it.  Otherwise kept quiet.  Ukyou deciding not to push the 
subject for now, went on adding finishing touches to Ranma's okonomyiaki 
(sauce-drawn hearts and flowers).  For a while nothing is said.
	"So.. Ranma.. how does it feel?" Ukyou asked casually, flipping it so it 
landed face-up on Ranma's plate.
	"Huh?"
	"You know.. to have a brother?" She leaned over the grill, resting her 
hands upon the counter, watching as Ranma began to inhale the food.
	"*Chomp* I wouren *gulp*.. I wouldn't know."
	"B-but I thought you and Ryouga..."
	"We're not brothers.  He doesn't like the idea, and neither do I and 
believe me, that's fine with me!" Ranma resumed eating his meal, only with 
not as much gusto as before.
	Ukyou, on the other hand, was in a slight panic! This was bad!  This just 
put a dander in her plans!  She's gotta get Ranma and Ryouga into good terms 
with each other, otherwise Ryouga won't become a Saotome, having him take 
Ranma's place for the Saotome/Tendo agreement, freeing Ranma from the deal, 
and having him all to herself! AAAARRRGGHH!
	"Uk-chan?"
	"Yes, Ran-chan?" She asked, smiling innocently at him.
	Ranma wanted to ask her if there was something personally wrong with him.  
Ask why wouldn't Ryouga accept the fact that he's his brother? Would it be 
so bad to have him as a brother? A hundred questions bombarded his head.  
But if he were to let out his emotions like so, he'd show weakness, and a 
martial artist should never show weakness at anytime! He sighed, and got up 
from the wooden stool.
	"Food was great! I gotta go, Mom's planning a surprise tonight, so I best 
be going. Thanks alot Uk-chan!" And with that, he bounds out the door.
	"Uh.. sure, Ranchan.. bye."

	Happosai was grinning like the maniac he was.  He found it! After hours of 
searching within his "treasures" he found it. Now.. if only he remembered 
what exactly "it" was. He looks closely at the metallic egg.  It was about 
as big as he was, and just as shiny in the head. (*BONK* Ow.. okay okay!)  
He walks around it, and begins to think.   Wasn't he supposed to collect 
eight of these and then a dragon would emerge?  No.  Hah! Now he remembered. 
  He picks up the large metallic object, and throws it up into the air.  
Then shouts, with all his might, the magic words!
	"Pika-chu.. I choose you!"
	*CLANG*
	Uhm.. That didn't work.
	Disappointed to say the least, he pulls out his pipe, and sits 
crossed-legged on top of the eggie in contemplation.  In other words he was 
wondering how'd he'd get his money back for the stupid thing. After half a 
minute in concupiscence.. Er.. contemplation, he figured he'd just go to 
Kasumi, and ask for a biiig Omlette.
	*Craaacck*
	That wasn't a normal sound...
	*Crik..Crk... Crrrrrrraaaack... Brekeeee!!*
	Nope.. not normal at all...
	Happosai looked down from where he was perched, and blinks.
	Then again, _what_ was normal in Nerima?
	*BRKEE!* *Flap... flap... swssh... swosh... swomph... vomph*
	In fact.. this was so abstract.. it was ordinary.  "Normal is weird, and 
weird is normal," some say.
	Perhaps he should leave this to his students.  As a test or something. 
Yeah, that's it!  The beach in Nankoku was nice this time of year. Oh boy!

	Ryouga sat on a rock, somewhere near a creak, blinking continuously from 
the aftermath of the day's events.
	After wondering for some time, he found himself in a quaint town of 
Akame-Akare, or something of the sort.  Never remembered passing through 
that town before.  Anyway.  It wasn't the pastel colored animals that 
bothered him.. it was the fact that they could talk!  Sure they were liable 
to have anvils, hammers and 2-ton weights dropped opon themselves and just 
spring out like some sort of accordion.. that was normal,  but his ears were 
still ringing from how highly pitched they spoke.  They were so Kawaii, his 
stomach swore off sweets for a year.  He was just about to leave, when his 
curse made an unschedualed cameo.  That's when Hell showed her Kawaii, 
red-haired self.

	P-chan cursed his fate for the umpteenth time.  His clothes were all muddy 
from the sprinkler system, and his pack was slowly sinking into the mud.  
Damn.  Perhaps he should ask that Blue Bunny for some Hot Water.  Definitly 
not the Pig... Han-ton.. or whatever it's name was.. no.  It'd just would 
make him wretch. P-chan let out a piggish sigh, and strutted toward a nearby 
house.  At first he didn't think much of it, but then, he went inside the 
gates.  Welcome to Hell.  Animals were locked up in tight cages.  Their big 
eyes pleading for a way out, even if it meant chewing their legs off.  Some 
of the animals were dead, their bones the only remains that they had ever 
existed, the others, wished they were as lucky as their peers.  Ryouga felt 
shivers run down his spine.  He'll find hot water somewhere else.  That was 
his plan until he felt himself being levitated.
	"OOOOO! A cute little piggy cutie-head has come to play with me! Don't 
worry mister-piggy-pig!  I'll take care of you! I'll Love ya, and squeeze ya 
into Itty-bitty Pieces! Heehee!"
	Love him? With desperate eyes, he turned to look at whom the kawaii voice 
belonged too.  What he saw, nearly made him face-fault.  Her hair was 
orange-red, not as bright as Ranma's, but red nontheless. Was he to be 
tormented by red-heads all his life?  She wore a white-pleated skirt, and a 
turqouise-like blouse.  Normal, if on another girl.. except for one little 
detail.  Adorning her hair, was a bow.. with a miniature skull, probably a 
squirell's, hamster's.. or.. *Gulp* a pigglet's.  Feeling something worse 
than death from this girl, Ryouga struggled to free himself.  But the girl's 
grip just tightened.. nearly causing him to black out.  This girl can put 
Azusa to shame!
	Anyway.. after a bone-crushing trip inside the house, the girl carried him 
upstairs.   He will never forget what happened afterwards. First was 
humiliation via tea-party.  He was Lady Bwee, dressed in doll's clothing, 
and even had a miniature straw hat to compleate the image.  He had wished 
she use hot tea, but that was just hopefull wishing.  Then.. they played 
"doctor."  ((Censors had threatened for this author not to reveal any of the 
scenes, for it may be intimidating for some audience members... of course I 
said I didn't have any.. but anyway.. let's move on.))  Then, a lucky 
break.. if one would call it lucky.  The girl, Hell-myra.. suiting name 
actually... brought him back upstairs for a bath.  What came afterwards was 
all too familiar.  The girl threw the pig into scalding hot water, and out 
jumped a bare-naked teenager. (Nekid except for a damn "censored" bar in the 
good places.)  Hell-myra blinks.  Turns beet red, then faints.. having a 
funny look on her face.  Ryouga grabbed the censor bar, stretched it.. and 
used it to tie up the girl.  Nodding in appreciation, he grabs a towel, 
wraps it around himself, and exits the house.. of course, not without 
freeing the as many prisoners as he can.  He would've freed more, had the 
girl not re-awoken, and was now more determined to find the 
"special-piggie." Of course.. Ryouga was running franticly toward the a 
random destination, screaming bloody murder!

	Durring his flee, he had stumbled on his pack, and dragged it along with 
him, so now, he was again clothed and wondering about... again.  Ever so 
cautious if he was being followed.  He had now reached another town.  Good, 
no pastel animals in sight!  Searching for anyone to tell him where he might 
be, he didn't notice someone running into him until...
	*OMPH!*
	He looks down at the boy who crashed into him.  He was wearing a regular 
high-school uniform.  Looked similar to that of Furinkan High's.  But then, 
most do.  The boy looks up sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head.  He 
gets up and bows hastly to Ryouga.
	"Sorry.. my fault."
	The boy was just as meloncholy as he was, and seemed to experience his 
share of troubles.  But not as much as he had.  He doesn't change into a 
pig, or have kawaii murderers out for his hyde.
	"Sure.  Ano.. Do you know how to get to Furinkan High?"
	The boy seemed to blink at this.
	"Yeah.  It's just ar.....Man!"
	"What?"
	The boy looks at Ryouga, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck, laughing.
	"Sorry.  Don't mind me.... Okay.. Furinkan, eh? You go.. *WACK*!"
	The boy began to walk stiffly backwards.
	"Hey! Where you going! If you don't know, you can at least say so!"
	"It's not that.. Birdy! I said I'm not fighting those things again.. and 
stop! You're embarrasing me!" The boy then proceeded to grab a nearby 
lampost, and hold on to dear life.  The legs were still walking 
mechanically, as if having a mind of their own.  All the while, Ryouga just 
stands there.. blinking at the oddity.  What happened next was a little too 
familiar, yet just as weird.
	Something flashed in the boy's hand.  Probably a watch, or something.  The 
watch began to glow, and the boy began to change rapidly.  What was then a 
scrawny black-haired boy, was now a woman with half-red/half-white hair, and 
wearing a skimpy futuristic outfit.  She lets go of the lampost, and shakes 
her head.
	"Tsutomu, I've got a job to do, remember?  Now stop being a wuss, and 
cooperate."
	*Thud*
	Birdy turned around, and saw the boy Tsutomu was talking to earlier 
sprawled out on the floor, with swirlies for eyes and a trickle of blood 
flowing from his nose. Birdy grinned sheepishly.
	"Oops.. Well Soooo-ry.. forgot he was there!  I don't care, let's go."
	And with that the interplanetary police officer bounded toward the 
rooftops, nearly crashing, various times, into other roof-hoppers of Nerima.

	Ryouga sighed, as he finished remembering the events of the day.  After he 
had awoken, he had tried to find the shape-shifting boy.  He was probably a 
Jusenkyou cursed, and he'd be damned if he didn't learn how the boy changed 
without water.  Of course, he realized, he was truly damned, because there 
was no trace of the boy anywhere.  That was pretty much his day.  What was 
left to do, but break camp? He rummaged into his bag, but not only did he 
find that his "camp" was broken, but muddy, torn, trampled, incomplete and 
useless.  Well.. the tree was sort of comfy, now that he remembered.
	Ryouga threw a rock into the creek.  He later figured it was a canal, since 
most creaks don't have cement banks.  At least the bad part of the day had 
passed.  Compared to the day's events, everything else would be like walking 
in sunshine.
	"Ryikia?"
	Then again.. too much sun, produces sunburn.
	Ryouga looks up to see Nodoka heading toward him, hastely pushing away any 
interference between herself and her newly-found son. Upon reaching him, she 
pulls him up into a tight hug, then holds him out in arm's length.
	"Ryikia, where have you been?  I've been looking all over for you. I was so 
worried!"
	"You were?"
	"Oh, Ryikia, of course. I thought I lost you again!"
	"Ryouga.."
	"Excuse me?"
	"It's... nevermind."
	Nodoka slowly smiles.
	"I know, dear. I'm sorry.  It.. it just feels so right to call you from 
your birth-name. Forgive me. I won't call you that name again.  Sit.  We 
have much to talk about."
	"We do?"
	"Hai.  Ryi.. Ryouga. We do."

((I'll stop here, because of my own personal reasons.. Okayokay.. I'm 
stumped on what to do next! But it'll pass.  Till Laterz!))




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