Subject: [FFML] Re: [FFML][R1/2][fanfic] Quantum Destinies 15 (part I)
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Yay! It's that time again:





*** Earth  0.000,0.000



Kozo Fuyutsuki tapped a few times on the keyboard of his computer and

watched the information scrolling across his screen with interest.



The 'information' being that of a porn site. But Akiko 'Juggs' Takayami was

proving very informative in the way her massive chest seemed to deny that

the laws of physics existed.



 An

image of Ranma Saotome, captured by one of the hidden cameras that had

been hastily installed in the walls of the dormitory before his special

training began, froze in mid-motion on the screen.  The boy's scores

showed a modest increase in several areas, and Fuyutsuki was pleased.

He leaned back in his chair and stretched.



So they might have him and Tiger doing the 'Kitty Shuffle' then, eh? Won't

Nabby be happy if she stumbles on that particular tape?





It was finally the day of Ranma and Utena's rematch, to take place on



Feels awkward. I think 'rematch, an event to take place' sounds better to

me.



the grounds of Ohtori Academy this time.  Unable to sleep due to his

anticipation about the outcome, Fuyutsuki had gotten up before dawn to

analyze Ranma's data.  The boy was proving to be a most fascinating

case study, along with Nabiki Tendo and Kodachi Kuno.  He was looking

forward to seeing what developed if Ukyo Kuonji could be added to the

mixture.



It will be akin to what effect an open flame has on room filled with pure

oxygen.





Unfortunately, from what Fuyutsuki had observed of the few visits to

the Imperial Academy grounds by Mikado Sanzenin and Tatewaki Kuno from

Whitehall, those two did not appear to be offering much of a challenge

for the boy.



So it would fall to making Ryouga an integral part of the cast soon to get

that desired challenge.



 But there were other testing sites available in the local

region to draw from, such as Furinkan.  A few Newtypes were undergoing

training there at that facility, and the recently-transferred Akane

Tendo was already interacting with one of them.



Must be Sakura then



 Furinkan had recently

acquired a new headmaster, and Fuyutsuki reminded himself to schedule a

meeting with the man and acquaint him with the special students he

would be held responsible for instructing.



Heh. Gendou and Fuyutsuki: Together Again. It must be destiny.





Fuyutsuki had been spending the pre-dawn morning comparing Utena's and

Ranma's scores, the girl's having been provided by her own overseer,

Professor Hiro Fuji, the Headmaster of Ohtori Academy.  Though they had

been friends and colleagues for many years, the smug look on the other

man's face when he had handed him the datadisk was still irritating.

Despite their friendship, Fuyutsuki was not about to lose a second

time.



Nor Ranma, for that matter.





However, Utena's numbers still remained within fifty basis points of

Ranma's, a result of some hard training that Fuji had apparently put

her through in the past week, and that left the situation in doubt.

The girl was a very strong contender, but then so was the boy.  Still,

Fuyutsuki had a good feeling about Ranma's chances.  The final sparring

session with Tiger had been most enlightening in that regard.



If he could get her with that 'Missionary Style' position, Ranma would win

for sure. :)





Ranma had used the boost.



Well, yeah, he could use that too, I guess.





Fuyutsuki tapped a few keys on his keyboard and advanced the time index

for the recording.  The images rushed forward and then paused on the

desired moment.  Frozen in recorded time on the screen, Ranma was just

getting back to his feet.



Copying this and selling Ranma and Tiger porno would net him millions when

he marketed the tape. They were such enticing creatures, after all.



Roughly a minute later, the boost subsided, switched off by subliminals

within Ranma's brain that monitored his metabolism.  Without them in

place to limit the physical stresses placed on a human body, the boost

would eventually burn it out completely, despite even the regenerative

abilities of a Newtype.  That had happened to a number of subjects in

the earlier stage of the Project.



Makes sense. Nice to show the early problems they had with the project.





Fuyutsuki paused the images on the screen and turned his chair to face

the window.  He hadn't thought much about the Mark-I's in a while, what

with the Project now giving most of their attention to the Mark-II's.

The Project's scientists had produced a potent group of individuals,

each one superior to normal humans in every aspect, both physical and

mental.  The problem was that they had egos to match.



Not that the Mark II's thus far seem that much better.





The small handful of remaining Mark-I's had been allowed their freedom,

using them in a final experiment to see how they would interact with

ordinary humans, and if their genetic gifts would be inherited by their

offspring.  But it was quickly discovered that most normal women could

not conceive children from a Newtype male, due to the true nature of

how the enhancement process was done.



Wonder if normal women will have the same problem with Mark II's. Will make

for serious problems down the road if so.



 The only exception to this had

occurred in one particularly remote village in China.



Gee. And we are left to wonder which one that is. :)





The final one of the group had also been the youngest, barely into his

adolescence upon his release into the world with the others.  But this

one was special, created using genetic material taken from the previous

century's greatest warrior and general, Shishio Makoto, a Hero of the

Empire.  The original had been responsible for many of the Empire's

greatest victories during the Colonial Wars, almost a century and a

half ago.



Obviously the kept his remains on ice. Sort of like Lenin, eh?





The original finally died in one of the War's final battles several

years later,



Led at the forefront, I see.



but his body had been preserved in the Mobius Institute's

vaults by Imperial Decree.



Right next to Muhusho Disney's.



The Empire's first (and only) attempt at

cloning a human had even been given the name of the original by the

Project's scientists,



Not that anyone would make the connection with the strong resembalance and

all. No sir. Not a chance.



memories into the cloned body, but they reportedly failed and further

efforts were halted.  He was to be the only one of his kind, further

work on cloning having later been banned by Imperial Edict, and all

research materials destroyed.



Interesting. Guess that was one reason they became involved in creating

replicants and such. Keeps from blurring the line between property and

people by outlawing the creation of clones.





After his release into the world with the others, young Shishio Makoto

II had initially traveled with two of the males and one of the females

who had finally ended up settling in China, but his youthful wanderlust

drove him onward.  He then vanished for several years.  An Empire-wide

manhunt for him eventually ended in abject failure, the boy somehow

managing to evade the Security Directorate's efforts at finding him.



Well, it was a big world for one person to lose himself in.





he had resurfaced, Shishio was already gone, but he had not departed

alone.  A young woman from the village traveled with him now, said to

be extraordinarily beautiful, and strong enough to hold his interest

for an extended period of time.  The two of them then vanished once

again, but Fuyutsuki was certain that the world had not heard the last

of Shishio Makoto II.



Especially since the author had seen fit to give such an extensive

background to him. :)





folded behind his back.  The Empire was leading the world into a new

era of human achievement, but its successes had spawned a number of

imitators.  Project Phoenix was not unique in the world; other nations

struggled to duplicate its successes.



But of course, that is how the world works. One person building on the

successes of another to achieve even higher levels of success.





The efforts of the German's Human Instrumentality Project had come the

closest to achieving a rough parity with the Empire's successes at

eugenics, but their serum had turned out to be severely flawed.  It

produced charismatic and physically attractive men and women, but they

had flawed psyches.  The results of the German's efforts were arrogant,

borderline sociopaths at best and megalomaniacal psychotics at worst,

each of them possessing superhuman mental and physical abilities.



Oui. I ought to give a little more background on them at some point since

things are moving along so well now. :)





The German's



Germans (I think)



 had reportedly killed all of their initial test subjects

when they grew to be uncontrollable, and the Empire's operatives had

terminated the scientists responsible as well as destroying all the

research.  The world could rest much easier knowing that those twisted

monsters were all dead and buried, along with their mad creator, Keel

Lorentz.



Of course they are. Keep telling yourself that. :)



 But Lorentz had been reported dead before, several times.  It

would not surprise Fuyutsuki very much to learn that modern-day version

of Doctor Frankenstein had somehow turned up alive again, but he hoped

that the man was finally in his well-deserved grave.  The world was

better off without his insane "vision" of the ultimate human.



As opposde to the Empire's version of the 'ultimate human' :)





Fuyutsuki watched the sun rising as his thoughts returned to the early

days of Project Phoenix.  He had been a much younger man when he was

recruited, full of wide-eyed wonder at the Empire's daring, eager to

assist in the forging of a new breed of Humanity.



Not sure that needs to be capitalized.





to be some sort of feline atavism.  He had subdued the catgirl quickly,

pinning her down after a rather brief wrestling match.  When Ranma

began to groom Tiger with his tongue, Fuyutsuki raised one eyebrow at

the sight.  He glanced at Ranma's scores, noting that they were now

even higher than his boosted capabilities, if not by much.



Heh. And so he finally bears witness to the true terror of the 'neko-ken.'

Wonder how he'll like that inexplicable psychosis.





Fuyutsuki stopped the playback at that point, unwilling to play voyeur.



And the fans booed for lack of fanservice.



He could guess what must have happened next between the two,



Making a litter box and sharing it and such.



 especially

when Tiger began to respond in kind to the boy, with gentle kisses and

lingering licks of her own.  After all, Ranma was a healthy human male,

presumably with a normal sex drive for his age, and Tiger was a comely

humanoid female.



Grown in a vat and part feline, but hey, what woman didn't have a few

faults?







Kinnosuke Kashuoh sleepily blinked his eyes open when morning sunlight

impinged on them.



He would have ordered the sun to go back down, but even his influence didn't

reach that far.





Most of her associates had by now been "persuaded" to leave her ranks,

swelling those of his own burgeoning organization, even though they

still acted as if the Tendo girl still retained their loyalty.



My, what a devious fellow. Nabby's going to be in for a rude awakening soon.



 That

left only the Devil Hunter and Nabiki's two closest henchwomen as her

true followers, and they could be dealt with easily enough by his trio

of beautiful assistants.



Heh. Or so he thinks in Yohko's case.



  He knew that all three catgirls desired to

present him with a beaten Nabiki as a gift, and he was touched by the

thought.  But he desired to do that himself, to prove to the Tendo girl

his masculine superiority.  But first, as an appetizer, he would break

Ranma Saotome right before her eyes



Everything was all going according to plan.



Which, of course means things were going to explode in his face eventually.





Lynx watched her beloved's actions in the mirror on the ceiling, her

eyes merely slits.  Tiger had been the favored one last night, and Lynx

simmered with jealousy over that.  Kinnosuke-sama had only made love to

her once last night.  Panther had received the same.  But Tiger had

received his attentions three times!



However, it was very curious how she kept calling out Saotome's name during

the entire time. Luckily, Kinnosuke was so wrapped up in satisfying himself,

he completely missed the references.





"Good morning, Kinnosuke-sama," whispered Tiger sleepily when the kiss

was finally broken.  "Thank you for last night."  She gazed solemnly at

his handsome face and felt guilty, the emotion triggering memories that

troubled her.  Something had happened between her and Ranma that she

never would have suspected could have.



Yeah. A body licking. :)





Shocked at this, Tiger had dressed Ranma and left him asleep in his

cot, tarrying only long enough to put on her uniform and fix him a good

meal for when he awoke (shying away from pondering what that act might

imply).  Recalling these memories confused her, but Tiger's personality

overrides quickly reasserted control.  The emotional conflict caused by

these last memories was dealt with by suppressing the memories, and

that returned Tiger to her previous state as Kinnosuke's loyal servant.



A memory purge. I guess that's one way to take care of such problems in

conflicts with the programming.





"Did you learn anything interesting about Saotome, Tiger?" Kinnosuke

asked between lingering kisses.



Tiger: He's more well endowed than you and has a rougher tongue.



Kinnosuke; I have absolutely no desire to hear that explained further.





"I have a plan to ensure my victory when the time comes, my fierce

beauties.  Listen closely...."



Kinno; You must retrieve for me, a shrubbery.





eye on Ranma, and she intended to travel with him to Ohtori as his own

personal cheerleader.  She also wanted to ensure that a certain pink-

haired slattern kept away from Kodachi's fianc�.  Not to mention that

it would be nice to possibly see Miki again.



And for no reason other than to say 'hi'. Really.





The young noblewoman's steps faltered for a brief moment, and then they

quickly resumed their previous graceful pace.  In her youth, Miki Kaoru

had been a dear friend.  Seeing him again during her otherwise-failed

mission to Ohtori earlier this week had been a pleasant surprise.  The

boy she knew had matured into a most handsome young man, and he had

taken care of her when she had been injured by that brutish animal.



Boxing kangaroo: Oi, mate. I resent the implication of that.



 It

had been nice to spend time catching up on each other's lives while

they drank tea together.



And got harrassed by his sister.



  If only Ranma was more like Miki when it came

to her.  Miki would be a faithful fianc�, a woman could tell these

things.



Heh. When a woman starts comparing men, it's always bad for the men

involved.





Kodachi's thoughts stalled once more.  Why was she thinking as much

about Miki Kaoru as she was about her fianc�, Ranma Saotome?  She shook

her head as if to banish the errant thought, her heart catching her by

surprise with being able to care so strongly for two men.  No.  It was

Ranma she loved.  Miki was just a friend, a good friend from her past.



One that deserved a woman is gracious and beautiful as Kodachi, but not

Kodachi. :)



"May I join you?" Kodachi asked once more.  Ranma looked very fit and

healthy today,



Obviously sex with Tiger agreed with him.



"Uh, thank you, Saotome-kun," said Kodachi with a brief bow.  She sat

down, her chair quite close to his.  Her brief fantasy had given her a

marvelous idea.  Her family owned an expansive plantation in Hawaii



Now isn't that a surprise? :)



that would make a nice getaway vacation for the two of them, and she

could surely cement her relationship with Ranma if she could only get

him away from the other trollops who unworthily sought him and kept

getting in her way.  The mid-term break was coming up in a few weeks,

so it would be a perfect time.



Heh. That could be bad for the other girls.





Ranma went back to working on his breakfast and making more notes, but

he occasionally glanced at Kodachi.  She seemed content to smile at him

and sigh every now and then, her gaze filled with a Hearts-and-Flowers

look.  It made him feel an odd mixture of contentment and a quivering

of fear.  Nabiki never looked at him that way.  He was certain that she

would be happy if he just fell into ranks like a good little sidekick.



True.



And why the hell was he thinking about Nabiki?  To take his mind off

that line of thought, he gulped down the remainder of his breakfast.



Having a Blooy Mary for breakfast always hit the right spot.





                   ******************************



Kasumi Ono



Finally back to her for a brief while.



would have earned her a severe dressing down from her mother when she

had still been alive.  So, the eldest Tendo daughter had doubled her

efforts, drilling herself every day since then to regain the ground she

believed she had lost.  It also helped to keep her mind off of the

other concerns in her life.



Which you will no doubt tell us now. :)





As her body flowed through the ancient patterns of attack and defense

she had first learned as a child, Kasumi took a moment to allow her

mind to recall the many lessons learned from her mother on the Way of

the Warrior.  Her mother had instructed her, in a seemingly endless

litany, that a warrior must be ready for combat at all times.  So her

unexpected loss to her younger sister was a sign that she must have

somehow been slacking in her efforts, and that was a grave insult to

her mother's memory.





Nice to see that kind of logic flow. She's wrong, but it is nice to see.



of the two dummies in rapid succession, alternating punches with kicks.

In the back of her mind, she intended to train until she felt she was

ready to challenge Nabiki once again.  Having a goal like that provided

her with a distraction to keep her mind off of her other worries of

late, such as her mother-in-law's constant harping about grandchildren.



Yeah. They are good at that.





"It's not like I'm not trying to get pregnant," Kasumi mumbled under

her breath.  After all, she had wanted to become a mother ever since

she could remember, and she was certain that she would be a good one,

just like her own mother had been with her.



Teaching her children to survive on bark and destroy a tank with a wooden

spear. You know, useful everyday things you needed to get by in life.





Kasumi paused in her activities as she thought about her husband.  He

was a good man, kind, and he provided a nice home for her.



Whenever you lead off with statements like that, you know there is major

trouble. They reek of rationalization.





Kasumi's fists cracked into one training dummy, again and again.  It

helped her forget her worries, and there was also something distinctly

satisfying about having the ability to defend herself if she needed to.

As she continued her training, sweat dampened her plain yellow gi.  She

ignored the minor distraction, her mind struggling to focus on nothing,

reaching for the bliss she used to feel when using her skills.  The

more she strained, the farther away it was.



That's the way it usually works.





Then, one of her mother's old instruction suddenly came back to her,

"Be, do not do."



I see she took lesson in the Yoda Philosphical School. :)







Gendo was also looking forward to renewing his pursuit of Yui Ikari,

the love of his life.  It was true that they had not parted on the best

of terms (and he planned a very slow death to whoever had given Yui

those photos of him and another woman),



Heh. Not likely. Hinako is better than that.



passionate sexuality buried beneath her surface, like nothing he had

ever experienced before.  If his desires to have Yui Ikari's love were

not so strong within him, he might have considered making a play for

Hinako's.  But he knew a relationship with the woman would never work.

Both of them were too strong-willed to make something like a marriage

between them work.  No, what he had with Hinako was only a sharing of

carnal pleasures, mutually enjoyable, but not a relationship.



Nice to see a realist in the ranks.





Still, until Yui finally came to her senses and dropped the pathetic

man she was seeing now,



Hmm. Wonder how that could be.





Looking downward at the cadets had caused his glasses to slip downwards

a little bit, and his previous look was replaced with a grimace.  He

was still unused to wearing them, but they were a necessity that he was

determined to get used to.  He had evaded wearing such things for a

number of years, interpreting their presence as a sure sign of physical

weakness.  And there was also the matter of maintaining his accustomed

air of quiet menace.  How could someone be intimidating while wearing a

pair of glasses?



Oh, I think he'll manage. :)





Outside, his hand resting on the door handle as he composed himself,

stood a somewhat nervous Lieutenant Yusaku Godai.



A military man. What a surprise.





The newest addition to his class, Akane Tendo, was a prime example of

that sort of attitude.  If it didn't involve fighting in some way, she

was less than interested.  He wasn't looking forward to his first home

visit to the Tendo household, but it was part of his duties as Akane's

homeroom instructor.  He planned to make his trip there a brief one.



Until he meets a certain housemaid there, methinks.





"You have a good record, Lieutenant," said Gendo after several moments

of paging through the file.  "And it seems that the cadets like you."



"would like you to fall off a bridge, I mean," he clarified.





Yusaku blinked and said, "Uh, thank you, sir."  The compliment had

caught him off guard.  Maybe this wasn't going to be as bad as he had

feared.



Which means it will be even worse now that he has thought that.





"But the instructors here are not supposed to be liked," said Gendo

coldly, raising his gaze and pushing his glasses up the bridge of his

nose with one finger.  "They are meant to be respected, even feared."



"Whip several of the students every day. You'll find they respond well to

pain."





Yusaku felt a chill go down his spine at that look.  "Y-yes, sir."



"Furinkan Military Academy exists for one reason only, Lieutenant,"

intoned Gendo solemnly.



Godai: To hit on underage chicks?



Gendou: I mean besides that.





Gendo smiled coldly, and continued his lecture, saying, "Your teachings

are as important to these cadets as those of their combat instructors.

You have a noble purpose, Lieutenant, to instill within these cadets a

sense of their glorious heritage.



"Barring that, fill their hands with our propaganda so that they never try

to rebel." Gendou said.





The youngest Tendo was looking forward to today's match, to finally

overcoming the last obstacle preventing her membership in Furinkan's

Combat Club.  The last of her injuries, incurred during her visit to

Ohtori Academy,



And how could we forget that little visit? :)





The distinctive sounds of a fight drifted to her ears, causing Akane to

pause in her activities.  She turned around for several moments, trying

to locate the source of the clamor.  It was not far away, she decided,

already heading towards it at a lope to see what was going on.  She

still had a few minutes until Sakura was scheduled to arrive, so she

could spare a few minutes to watch.



drop the second 'minutes'







"What are you doing?" suddenly hissed a voice behind Akane's ear.



Busted





"What-" Akane started to ask in surprise, before she was roughly

grabbed and held fast against a tree, a hand clamped tightly over her

mouth.  She struggled for a moment against the figure holding onto her

before she realized that it was Sakura.  The other girl was dressed in

a highly-modified version of a Furinkan girl's fuku-style uniform: a

pleated, blue, knee-length skirt, a white, short-sleeved top that left

her midriff bare, yellow neck scarf, and a red, high-collared sports

bra.  She looked angry with Akane, which surprised the youngest Tendo.



Obviously someone has the hots on one of the combatents and doesn't like

Akane oggling him.





"That was the Captain of Furinkan's Combat Club," replied Sakura

calmly.  "And it was a private duel that you almost interrupted.  I

couldn't let you disturb Ryu-senpai."  Her voice lost its usual cool

military manner when she spoke the name, and she blushed for a brief

moment as she quickly corrected herself.  "Er, I mean, Kumon-san."



Different role for him this time around, I see.





"He's a good fighter," noted Akane, looking back the way they came with

a hint of longing in her gaze.



Heh.





Sakura definitely did not like the look that Akane had on her face.



Double, heh.



"Kumon-san only fights the best.  That fight was to help prepare him

for his upcoming exhibition match in the Arena.



Oh? Well now, that could be interesting.



over her shoulder contained her bokken.  Her outfit was functional for

a fight, though more mannish than she usually enjoyed wearing nowadays.

She had discovered it in the back of her closet and was pleased to see

that it still fit, if a little snugly when she had first tried it on.

That was easily enough fixed with some sewing though.



Heh. 'Just a little' no doubt.





Nodoka was wearing the traditional garb of a kendo fighter,



Plaid pants and white shoes. She also brought along a caddy to carry her

bokkens. It was amazing how much kendo resembled golf, when one thought

about it.



surrounded by tall trees that gave it a sense of being cut off from the

world, like a small piece of an ancient forest somehow transplanted

into the center of Nerima.  She imagined that it was still used for

that purpose by the younger fighters in the area, to settle their

differences in the traditional way of the warrior.



Probably.





"I'm here to fight, not listen to you," growled Nodoka, feeling her old

angers for the other woman rising up to the surface.  "Nice to see that

some things haven't changed about you, Kenseiko."  For a moment, she

smiled and then said, "A shame that the same thing can't be said about

your hips."



Kensaiko: Compared to the sag in your breasts, who would notice my hips?



Kenseiko's nostrils flared, but she held her temper, barely.  However,

there was a snarl in her voice when she spoke next.  "When we last met,

I was still much the novice."  She brandished her warfans dramatically

for a moment.  "Now, I am a master.  Prepare to fall before my might,



Obi-wan.



Well, it does sound a lot like the SW speech. :P



Nodoka Saotome."



Nodoka yawned broadly.  It was as if the last twenty years had never

happened, and Kenseiko was still trying to talk her to death.  At least

Kodachi didn't seem to be nearly as pompous as her mother was.



No. Not really.





Nodoka ducked and evaded the other woman's attacks, and quick parries

with her bokken completed her defenses.  Kenseiko had gotten better,

Nodoka had to give her that, but so had she.  The pompous, ponytailed

young noblewoman who had once bedeviled her youth was still very much

alive in the mature woman trying to defeat her now.  Some things never

changed.



True.





Their weapons clashed as the two women struggled for dominance, fierce

looks now present on both faces.  Nodoka quickly spotted the opening

that Kenseiko always left open



'opening...open' I'd recommend changing one of them. Perhaps 'spotted the

hole in her defence that' would work



on her left side, a weakness in her

technique.  Nodoka chuckled in her thoughts as she launched an attack

at the opening-



-and was abruptly blocked.



Gotcha.





Taking swift advantage of her foe's surprise, Kenseiko earned first

blood, a slash by one of her warfans opening a thin cut across Nodoka's

neck, just above her shoulder.



Ouch.





Nodoka shrugged off the aches of the wounds she had just received,

having been hurt much worse in her youth and still won.  She surged

forward and slammed one of Kenseiko's arms aside with a quick strike of

her weapon and used the brief opening in her defenses to slash upwards

across the other woman's body with her wooden blade.  The savage strike

left a fiery red welt running from her gut to her throat, but Kenseiko

recovered much too quickly for Nodoka to press her advantage, forcing

her to back off with lightning-fast swipes of her warfans.



Not too shabby.



Despite the pains of her injuries, Nodoka was surprised by how much she

was relishing this battle.  Her sparring matches with Achika had lost

the fierce edge they had once had in their youth, replaced with a less

intense form of rivalry that didn't stir the soul like how she felt

now.  Forgotten passions within her heart were rekindling now, and she

smiled.



Heh. She'll probably be hot for Genny when she gets back.





Nodoka backed off after several minutes of furious fighting went by,

astounded that the noblewoman's skills had gotten so much better over

the years.  Sweat dripped from her brow, falling to the grassy earth at

her feet.  She shifted her grip on her weapon, her eyes analyzing

Kenseiko's stance for the slightest weaknesses.  She still had a number

of tricks left to try.  She had never lost to this woman before, and

she was not about to lose now.



Never? That's a surprise. It must have really grated on Kenseiko then.





Nodoka nodded and replied, "You too."  Her vision blurred for a moment,

and she shook her head to clear her eyes.  She suddenly felt a slight

queasiness come over her.



Oops. I think the fight is going to end unexpectedly.





"Nodoka!" hissed Kenseiko, nudging her with a foot again.  "Get up!  I

won't be cheated of my satisfaction like this!"



Nice to see she has some principles.





Nodoka hardly stirred.  Cursing under her breath at the unfairness of

life, Kenseiko kicked her foe's weapon aside, not even token resistance

showing on the fallen woman's part.  She warily knelt down and set her

warfans behind her, but still left them near enough to grab quickly

just in case she needed them after all.  Nodoka moaned rather piteously

as the noblewoman lifted her head, the cut on her neck oozing a little

blood.  She barely responded, even when Kenseiko began slapping her

across the face.



Heh. Well, she's trying to help in a backward sort of way.



"It appears that I'm not the only one who has gained a few kilos over

the last twenty years," Kenseiko grumbled.  Staggering at first from

carrying the limp mass of Nodoka's unconscious body, the noblewoman

quickly adjusted to the load.  Continuing to grumble under her breath

at the indignity of her situation, as well as the unfairness of being

forced to carry a woman to find medical aid that she loathed with all

her soul,



I'd make 'find medical aid' moved to this part.



                   ******************************



"You're pretty good," noted Akane, panting slightly as she circled her

opponent.



"So are you," acknowledged Sakura, watching the other girl closely.



About time we got to some hot lesbian sex.





Sakura was proving to be a very challenging match for Akane, but she

was really enjoying the intense struggle.  The other girl was an

incredible fighter, as a fair number of injuries on Akane's body could

attest, but she was not about to give up.  It was all going to come

down to whoever wanted the win more, and Akane knew that was going to

be her.



Oh. They're just fighting. Nevermind.



Sakura had been holding back her full might, to test how good the other

girl really was without ending the fight too quickly, but now it was

time to end the charade.  She began raising her chi, feeling it flowing

into her from her surroundings and down into her hands.  Only another

few moments and this battle was going to be over.  She was a little

disappointed, but she had never really doubted her eventual victory.



We'll see.





"It was a nice try, Akane Tendo," Sakura remarked, her voice sounding

almost regretful.  The energy built to a peak within her.  "But I'm

going to win.  I'm afraid you just don't have the strength to take me

down.  SHO-O-KEN!"



Wow! It's just like a move in a video game.





the blow.  Sakura's "Cherry Blossom Fist" impacted into her.  There was

a brief flash as the energy of the strike surged into Akane's body,

lifting her completely off her feet and blasting her backwards into a

tree and unconsciousness.



Looks like Akane has to wait one more fight after all.







That was what had drawn her to Akane in the first place, for she had

sensed a kindred spirit within her.  And she had been amazed at how

quickly the other girl won her first two challenges, giving her hope

that Akane could really give her fighting skills a real test.  However,

when push came to shove, Akane Tendo had not been the opponent she was

searching for, a strong rival to walk with to higher levels of martial

arts mastery.  It was a disappointing discovery to make, and it looked

like it was going to be her and Kumon-san reigning undefeated among the

local martial artist populace for the foreseeable future.



They've never fought one another? Wonder why.





"No," said Sakura, shaking her head.  "I've seen what you have to offer

me now.  You aren't the challenge I'm looking for."



Akane growled at the slight.  So, her skills weren't good enough?



Not yet. But soon, methinks.





"Okay," said Akane, looking Sakura squarely in the eyes.  "Help me get

better."



And nice to see they maintain their friendship.





Knocked down to her knees during their latest sparring match, Kodachi

growled softly at the mocking remark.  The sheer impudence of the Tendo

girl was infuriating, but it also spurred Kodachi to get back onto her

feet.  She was a Kuno, and Nabiki Tendo would someday learn to respect

that if Kodachi had her way.  And she planned to do just that, just as

soon as she fully regained her senses.



Yes. Those help.





Nabiki suddenly tumbled backwards gracefully, when Kodachi launched a

new assault before she had fully risen to her feet.  The kick breezed

by Nabiki's face by a fair margin, the blow dodged before she had even

been fully aware of it coming.  She grinned as she rolled back to her

feet, letting herself move as instinct directed her, her reflexes alone

guiding her body as she ducked and weaved around Kodachi's attacks with

an almost casual ease.



She is walking over her with impunity.



was as much as a promise that there was another match coming up between

them.  Well, that was fine with him.  Unlike his wimpish counterpart

from the world Nabiki's skills came from, he had no problems treating a

girl as an opponent.  Take the other version of himself, from the world

where Shampoo was cursed to turn male when wet, he treated the Amazon

as a serious opponent



Well, as equal as Ranma treats anyone.





Saionji Kyoichi only grunted in response to his companion's statement,

and grimaced as he attempted to flex his hand within the cast.  He

cursed the fates for bringing him to his current state, but most of all

he cursed the one who had done this to him.  Him!  Saionji Kyoichi!

Now he couldn't even hold a sword until it healed.  He was going to

find the little bitch who had done this to him and make her suffer.  Oh

yes, how she would suffer.



Just like he had made her suffer from before. Okay, she hadn't suffered at

all. But he would be sure to make her suffer enxt time. Once he got better.





Pain suddenly lanced up Saionji's arm when his companion reached out

and slammed her palm down on the back of his hand.



Heh



  For the second time

in a single week, his cry of tortured pain echoed across the length and

breadth of Ohtori's campus.  He turned hate-filled eyes upon the young

woman seated next to him on the highest balcony on the Tower of Roses,

her red hair blowing backwards gently in the wind.



Nice imagery.







"Indeed," noted Toga Kiryu, stepping forward and posing majestically

next to the railing.  The shapes of roses were etched into the metal of

the railing's bars, as they were into the chairs that Juri and Saionji

were seated upon.  "Perhaps his visit will be as interesting as the

others were."



Heh. That would be a difficult one to top off.





Juri took a sip of her tea before speaking.  "Perhaps.  But, be that as

it may, it will be rather interesting to see what manner of man he is."

Glancing once at her two companions, she observed, "There are so few

real men in this world."



Hehehe. What a jab.



 Despite the physical attraction she felt for

her two companions, she despised their personalities.  Saionji was a

swaggering bully, and Toga was an arrogant playboy.  Her parents had

once suggested engaging her to Toga, but she had quickly shot that idea

down.  She wanted a man who would be faithful to her alone, since she

should be woman enough for any man's needs.



And any woman's needs too, for that matter. :)





Hearing her words, now it was Toga's turn to raise an eyebrow, but he

refused to be baited by Juri.



Saionji was not so composed, and he asked,



"What do you mean by referring to Touga in such terms? You are correct, of

course, but it was just plain rude.."



Saionji grimaced angrily at her taunting of his present state.  In his

rage, he made a fist and slammed it down on the table.  There was a

soft cracking sound from within his cast, and a blank look crossed his

face as the pain quickly made itself known.



Heh.





The other two members of Ohtori's Student Council winced slightly at

the bellow of pain that emerged from Saionji.  They exchanged a look as

the green-haired youth cradled his broken hand and cursed.



Today was already promising to be an interesting day.



At least no lightning hit the place this time. :)





                   ******************************



The Ministry of Health boasted of having the largest and best-equipped

hospital in all the Empire, and its doctors were the finest to be found

anywhere.



Except for the cast of 'ER.'





When the man had Nodoka in hand, Kenseiko turned and swept past him,

striding towards the front door of the Ministry.  The chauffeur

followed along behind her, the woman in his charge held in his arms

like a sleeping child.  They made quite a sight, Nodoka and Kenseiko

both blood-spattered, as they marched the length of the distance

towards the main entrance to the Ministry's hospital.



Yep. That would be quite the sight





Tofu Ono,



My. What a small world.





"This woman is Nodoka Saotome, and she requires treatment," Kenseiko

said crisply.  "See to it."  She snapped her fingers, pointed at him,

and her chauffeur very promptly dumped Nodoka into a startled Tofu's

arms.  "Know this, physician.  I am Kenseiko Kuno, wife to Lord Daisho

Kuno, and I command you to find what ails this woman and treat it."

She then folded her arms and gave Tofu her most commanding glare,

looking every inch the part of a high noble of the Empire at that

moment.



Certainly playing up the high born role.





I lost, Nodoka finally realized, staring up at the strange ceiling.  I

lost to that blue-blooded witch!



Lost easily too.





Nodoka growled as she snapped her eyes back open.  "Come to gloat?"



"Why Nodoka-chan, my oldest and dearest rival," replied Kenseiko with a

smile.  "Would I do such a thing?"



Nodoka; Do you breathe?





"What?" Nodoka muttered.  She hopped off the bed, felt her knees wobble

a bit for a few moments, and then she stomped to the door.  A quick

inquiry, before the nurses hustled her back into her room, showed that

the arrogant noblewoman had left the building.



Taking a page from Elvis, I see,



would do with the remainder of the weekend.  The girls were gathered

together in small clusters, some giggling about having been asked out

by this or that boy, and others discussing upcoming tests or the latest

gossip.  Groups of boys were gathered together as well, talking about

girls and sports, and making plans to go out and have fun during this

brief time of freedom.



Typical school like atmosphere then. Nice way of showing it.





Kyosuke Kasuga tuned out the voices of his classmates as he walked

alongside his girlfriend, Yohko Mano, and their mutual friend, the

redheaded Ghost Sweeper, Minami.  The two young women were happily

chattering away, but he was not paying attention,



Of course not. Men never pay attention to women's mindless babble, which is

a concept most women can't quite seem to grasp.





They were two very different girls, like two others he had come to know

better in the last week, Madoka Ayukawa and Hikaru Hiyama.  Somehow,

through some odd quirk of Esper powers, he had exchanged physical

places with another Earth's version of himself.  It had been a very

eye-opening experience, and he was still getting used to the fact that

he was back, that the bed he had woken up in this morning was his own.

During his time here, his counterpart had managed to patch things up

with Yohko, a far cry from how things had been before.  That made his

life quite a bit easier.



Ah. The Temporal Thunder side story. Was that ever released in its enitrety?





Kyosuke adjusted the weight of the bookbag slung over his shoulder and

considered the life of his counterpart.  Such a different world that

other Kyosuke lived in.



There was no Empire and Japan was nothing more than a big wuzz country. He

preferred his version greatly.





When he had first seen pictures of the Devil Hunter, he had been almost

spellbound by her loveliness.  Her body was well-built, with everything

that a young man could desire in a girl, and her facial features were

equally pleasing.  But his initial ardor had cooled somewhat after he

began reading through the reports on the unpleasant fates of Yohko's

last four boyfriends.  Two had been possessed, one died, and the fourth

had seen something that drove his mind over the brink of sanity.



 Heh. Probably a bad idea to pursue a relationship then, unless he thinks he

can defend himself.



So it

was with some admitted trepidation that he had first approached Yohko.



I thought his grandfather had ordered him to do it. Or am I misremembering

things?





However, their first date had been a surprise.  Nothing supernatural

had occurred throughout the entire evening,



That is a surprise.



 and talking with her had

left him with an impression of an intelligent mind behind her comely

exterior.  Later dates had brought him face to face with the realities

of Yohko's life as a Devil Hunter, but his Institute training and his

Esper powers allowed him to deal with them.  But, over the past several

weeks, what had begun as an assignment was now something more,



Yep. Thought I remembered that.



 and that

left him feeling confused.  And his problems did not end there.



They never do.





When Madoka Ayukawa (having learned her name from his analog's sisters)

had caught his attention during a date with Yohko, he had seen first-

hand just how jealous a certain Devil Hunter could become where he was

concerned.  It had not been an enjoyable experience at all, the angry

hurt in her gaze being far worse than anything physical she might have

done to him.  But he had felt drawn to the biker girl for some unknown

reason.  His visit to that other world had deepened his confusion, and

he wondered if he had only been perceiving a subconscious echo of the

feelings from other versions of himself dealing with other versions of

Madoka.  With Esper powers involved, who knew what was possible?



True. Very true.







It was just as well.  Who could he talk to about such a thing?  Yohko

was not part of the Institute, and it would likely just complicate his

relationship with her now that it was back on track.  No.  There was no

one on the planet who could understand what he had just been through.



Well, that's not exactly true. :)





"Kasuga-san.  I was wondering if I could speak with you briefly."



Kyosuke: Okay.



Ranma; Hi.That's all I wanted to say.



Kyosuke. Wow. That was brief.





Kyosuke, his musings about the lovely Devil Hunter interrupted, turned

his head to see who had addressed him.  Over by one of the trees near

the main gate stood Ranma Saotome, Nabiki Tendo's boyfriend according

to what he had heard from Yohko lately.



Heh. No matter how much Nabby denies it.



 >

Minami paused in her conversation with Yohko to send a withering glance

at the pigtailed boy.  When it was ignored, it only further incensed

her.



Heh. Typical woman.





"Can an Esper with telekinetic powers use them without realizing it?"

Ranma asked without preamble.  "And can that be detected by another

Esper?"



Kyosuke thought about it for a moment before responding, "Yes, to both

questions.  Why do you wish to know, Saotome-san?"



Ah. So he wants the fight monitored. Good thing it's subconscious on Anthy's

part, though, since consciously she could toss Kyosuke around like a giant

soccer ball no matter how much he resists.







Kyosuke was surprised, to say the least.  Interfering in such a matter

was against Institute regulations, outside of any assigned mission

parameters.



Ironically, in Anthy's case, they'd be delighted if she was finally showing

some initiative in using them on her own for herself rather than just being

obidiant to others.





"That's terrible," said Yohko sincerely.  Ranma had suffered a measure

of public humiliation over his rapid loss to the Tenjou girl, and she

suddenly saw a way that she could help him, especially since he was

practically Nabiki's boyfriend now.  Besides, her school pride was also

involved.  She turned to Kyosuke.  "Kasuga-kun, I want you to accompany

Saotome-san to Ohtori."



Well that takes care of that.





"What?" Kyosuke asked, blinking for several moments at this sudden turn

of events.  "But we have a date tonight."



"Please?" Yohko asked, unleashing the full power of her soft-eyed gaze

at him.  She upped the ante by stepping closer and brushing her index

finger up and down his chest.  "For me?  I promise to make this evening

special if you do."



How can he say no to that?





Minami made subtle gagging noises behind Yohko,



Heh







"I guess you're coming to Ohtori with me," commented Ranma dryly.  He

was grateful that he was made of sterner stuff when it came to girls.



Of course you are, dear.



have been easy, a fun way to drive a knife into Yohko's heart, but he

had somehow known she wasn't his precious girlfriend, perhaps due to

his Esper abilities.  And his refusal had somehow backfired the whole

matter upon her, leaving her deeply envious of her cousin for having

such a loyal boyfriend.



However, she wasn't prepared to abandon Kyosuke yet.  No, not just yet.



Of course not. That would make things all too easy. And we wouldn't want

that, would we?



Will get to the second part eventually. Very nice work so far as events move

towards the return match with Utena and Kensaiko and Nodoka's fight took an

unexpected turn. Thing with Kinnosuke draw closer as well, promising to be a

major event in Ranma's life.



D.B. Sommer









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