Subject: [FFML] [Fic] [Ramma] By the pool of the Drowned Sensei, Teaser MK2
From: "John-Martin Lotz" <johnl@gate1.tomatoweb.com>
Date: 10/12/1999, 7:35 PM
To: "FFML" <ffml@fanfic.com>

All,

Regarding the spell checker, the system I usually use is down,  I forgot to
set
autospell check on the one I am using now.  That problem is dealt with.
Also
had consistently misspelled Ranma it is Ranma not Ramma,  I am an idiot.
Hopefully, I can be forgiven.

I also fixed the spacing problems

Regard the setting, does this improve things?




Disclaimer:  I don't own Ranma 1/2 or any of the characters in Ranma
1/2,  I am just playing with them.

Note:  "" means they are talking Japanese
            ** means they are talking something else
            <> means that they are on a keyboard

            I'm using Japanese name order

By the pool of the Drowned Sensei, Teaser

by
John-Martin Lotz

The steps up to the Tendo Dojo were miles high and tens of miles long,
there was a spotlight at the top shining on me, a crowd of millions watching
me and I knew that there was  gallows at the top.  I smiled to myself at the
vision of a bad historical film popped into my head.  This was Nermia Ward,
in twentieth century Japan, and  I was  under some kind of weird curse.
Shaking my head to clear it of the images, ! walked up the few steps that
separated the real dojo from the street and me from the young woman
who had been standing by the door watching my woolgathering.

"May I help you?"

"Hai . . . Is there a man, I mean boy, I mean girl. . . person named Ranma
here?"

The young women who stood at the door studied me, then asked the last
question that I expected to hear, "Excuse me, but are you engaged to
Ranma."

"Engaged?"  my voice raised about an octave, then I calmed, "NO."

"One more question,  Do you want to kill him?"

I took a step back, the first question hadn't been the last question I had
expected --  this one surely was, I had no idea how meeting this Ranma
person would be, but  this was NOT it!!  Still I had to know the answers to
question.

"No, not that either,  There is something we share, and it leads me to
believe that there may well be more that we share."

"Ranma NO BAKA,"  There was the sound of crashing in the background, then
crashing rapidly approaching, then she appeared, a red headed girl, looking
very much like the descriptions I had heard, being chased by a cute
tomboyish
looking girl.

"Ranma, you have a guest."

She looked at me as I reviewed our conversation.  "I apologize for not
giving
my name earlier, I am Kiratso Tomoe "

She bowed,  "Tendo Kasumi, and this is my sister Akane, and this is Ranma"

********
As she made the introductions Kasumi studied her guest,  The girl in front
of her was modestly dressed in an expensive looking, loose dove gray
kimono with a red chrysanthemum mon design on it. Her hair was trimmed
to just past the shoulder and was dyed purple in the style she knew to be
popular with teens about Ranma and Akane's age.

Tomoe took off her shoes and extended a bag to Kasumi then stood
studying Ranma quite frankly, a trace of slight nervousness showing in
her wide spread dark eyes.

*********

 I handed Kasumi the bag of scotch  I had brought, then studied
Ranma -- who was in turn studying me,  "You wanted to see me."

I sighed and reached into my handbag,  "It's easier to show then describe."
I pulled out two thermoses of water,  one hot and the other cold.

"Jusenkyo,"  he breathed.

Yes, he was the one.  I poured the cold water over my head. and . . .
changed. In that other form I looked up into Ranma's eyes and
started to smile.   That smile froze, just like her eyes as she breathed,
"You Bastard."  She screamed again,  "You." and dove at me.

I didn't think, I didn't have the time.   I just reacted,  I  found myself
first in a
courtyard, then 30 feet in the air, slapping Ranma backwards into a Koi
pond.

"Oh my."  I heard Kasumi say as she handed me the hot thermos and I
reverted to my real self.   Just about then Ranma struggled out of the
water and headed toward me.  Next I found Kasumi between us.  "Ranma,
stop!."  Ranma halted and she handed him the rest of my thermos,
which she had grabbed from me.

I cinched my kimono tight as Kisumi continued, "Ranma, 'hot' water changed
her
into a girl, 'cold' changed her into that man."

Ranma, now male, gaped, and I had to ask,  "Ranma, whose body is this,
Obviously you know."

He looked half ready to hit and half to cry as he said,  "My father's and
it 's dead."  He spun away from Kisumi and stalked off.

End Teaser




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