Ai no senshi Wild Honey
A Ranma � fanfict by Tangent
A strange kinda fusion come up with by Metroanime
Expanded upon with the express permission of Metroanime
Additional scenes by Metroanime (on occasion)
Pre-reading and editing assistance by:
Metroanime;
Lord Talon;
Howard Melton;
Nevrmore;
And some guy named Steve

DISCLAIMER: 'Ranma �' and all characters therein 
belong to Rumiko Takahashi, Shogagukan, Kitty, and 
Viz Video. 'Sailor Moon' and all characters therein 
belong to Naoko Takeuchi and Toei Animation Co. Ltd. 
Cutey Honey Flash and all characters therein belong to 
Go Nagai. The original concept for the Wild Honey fusion 
was Metroanime's. This fanfict has been produced for my 
own enjoyment and to pass on without profit. Other 
characters that come into play in this fanfict may or may 
not be pulled from other sources (including other fanficts, 
RPGs, manga, anime, literature, or possibly even *GASP* 
American comic books!).

CHAPTER THREE:

Cologne looked over the young girl who had come to 
the aid of the Nichieju. She was, perhaps, about the 
same age as her own great granddaughter, Shampoo, 
if just a bit shorter. Her ample bosom indicated that she 
had clearly reached child bearing age, as did her rounded 
hips, but she didn't seem to have achieved full maturity yet. 
In this form anyway, considering that the girl had been 
nearly two feet taller until shortly after she had healed 
Shampoo's injuries. The young champion's hair was a 
lustrous red, glorious as a setting sun, and tied at the nape 
of her neck into a short ponytail. Her eyes, tired as they 
were, were a rich blue akin to the evening sky.

It was important to note such details in the chosen 
champions of the gods, so that their chronicles could 
be written without offending their patron deity (or deities 
as the case may be). Judging from the symbol on the 
visor of the helmet the girl had handed off earlier, 
Aphrodite was at least one of the champion's patrons. 
Perhaps Zeus as well, if her ability to assume other 
forms was any indication. The girl might even be one 
of his get, with such gifts as he tended to favor even his 
illegitimate children.

File that worry for later though. Hera may like to strike 
at Zeus' infidelity through the resulting offspring, but 
there was as yet no proof that this was such a one. 
Besides, with the aid that the girl had provided, the 
Nichieju of Joketsuzoku owed it to the girl to stand by 
her, even if such was the case.

Too bad the helmet had faded before Cologne had 
gotten to give it more than a cursory examination. At 
the time though, she had far more important things on 
her mind. She and the small party of Nichieju archers 
who had come to aid the champion, had followed the girl 
after the battle. They had followed her right to the still 
smoldering ruin that had been Shampoo's body. That 
some of the warriors in the group had immediately gotten 
ill was understandable, and a couple had even lost control 
and had to turn away and vomit. Shampoo should not have 
still been alive.

Kept alive by the demon-spirit, right up until Cologne 
sensed its retreat upon the champion's approach, the 
only undamaged part of Shampoo's still smoldering body 
had been her tear-filled eyes. The rest had been severely 
burned, leaving bloody blisters and areas of exposed 
muscle that had been seared black. And those were the 
more intact portions of her great granddaughter's body. 
Shampoo's limbs had been reduced to stumps of charcoal, 
and if there had been any hair remaining on the girl, 
Cologne could not imagine where it might be. Shampoo's 
breathing had a dry, raspy component to it as the poor girl 
wheezed in whistling gasps that were clearly full of pain.

Cologne had been ready to say the last rights of a warrior 
who had survived the fight, but was fated to die anyway, 
for her great granddaughter. And then, as hard as it would 
be, she would put an end to Shampoo's pain herself, and 
grieve at the horrible tragedy of the loss.

But before she could, the champion had gathered the 
tortured ruin of Shampoo's body into her arms while the 
spark of life was still within her body, and pulled off the 
most powerful healing spell that Cologne had ever seen. 
Shampoo had been restored to full health, completely 
revitalized and returned, life, limb, and even hair, to her 
former glory. And then her great granddaughter had 
given the obviously exhausted champion the Kiss of 
Sisterhood, adopting her into the Nichieju on the spot.

Beating Cologne's own attempt to it by about three 
seconds. The terrible grief and despair that had 
threatened to overwhelm her before, with the imminent 
death of Shampoo, had been lifted and dispersed with a 
miracle of life. This most blessed of champions had 
taken her precious great granddaughter from death's 
door itself! If the girl had asked Cologne to follow her 
into hell itself, on a mission to slay one of the great 
archfiends with her bare hands, the ancient Nichieju 
Elder may well have taken her up on the invitation!

At least until cooler heads prevailed. Then they'd step 
back, plan, and train for such a dangerous mission before 
continuing on their way. Just cause or not, an important 
part of any plan of action was to be able to come back 
from it alive if at all possible. If not, well, then they'd best 
make sure that their last rights were prepared ahead of 
time. Such was the way of things with the Nichieju.

Cologne sent some runners ahead to announce their 
arrival and to call for the preparations for a celebration. 
Not only was the war party returning intact, with their 
victorious new champion, the champion had restored 
Shampoo to them and had been adopted into the 
Nichieju! Surely a cause to hold a victory feast if 
Cologne had ever heard of one. And they had better 
celebrate while they could, for on the morrow they 
would be preparing for war.

Cologne would not forget what the demon-spirit had 
done to her great granddaughter, or the terrible feeding 
off of Shampoo's pain, horror, and despair that she had 
sensed before the champion had turned the tide of battle. 
Such an evil had to be expunged from the world, as the 
Great Moon Kingdom of old had expunged the dark 
invaders thousand of years ago. Hopefully, the cost won't 
be nearly as high this time though, for while the invaders 
had indeed been vanquished, there was no more Moon 
Kingdom anymore...

* * *

The woman with long green hair finally got to the register 
and began unloading her arms.

The checkout clerk looked over the purchases and then 
back at the woman. She *did* look like she had a 
headache. But still, two bottles of Excedrin Migraine, 
five bottles of generic aspirin, and an Ice-E-Pak? "All 
these, ma'am?"

The woman favored the clerk with a cold glare.

"Yes, ma'am," said the clerk, quickly ringing up the 
purchase. "Hope you feel better soon."

Setsuna sighed and gathered the medicines. She hoped 
so too.

* * *

Ranma wobbled into the village that she had just saved, 
supported by the lavender-haired girl that she had healed 
only a short while ago. After being kissed on the forehead, 
and nearly passing out from a nosebleed from the clear 
look that this had given her of the girl's ample assets, 
Ranma had handed her new friend her gi top.

Granted, this had left her topless for a little while, until 
the archer women that had helped to distract the Dark 
Phoenix King during the battle had joined them. In 
moments, various sashes provided Ranma with a 
comfortable amount of modesty, although she wasn't 
really sure why she cared, as she had been a guy all her 
life, and wasn't used to feeling modest about her chest. 
Not that she really cared all that much, but some small 
part of her was nagging her that it just wasn't right to have 
her 'talent' showing.

Which had Ranma wondering what talent had to do with 
anything. It had been her breasts that were bare, not some 
flashy display of skill! And why shouldn't she show off her 
skill? Guys did that all the time, from what she experienced. 
They even bragged about it whenever they thought that they 
could do something really well!

Not that Ranma was a guy any more. Jusenkyo had changed 
that, stripping away her manhood as quickly as it had 
stripped his father of humanity. At least, if she had to be 
a girl now, she had become some sort of devil hunter. Pop 
couldn't say anything bad about that, could he?

Of course, the old man wouldn't be saying anything ever 
again anyway. Pandas couldn't talk...

* * *

"Hot... water... make you... man again... Mister Customer..." 
the guide puffed as he walked with the panda back towards 
Jusenkyo. Running almost all the way to Joketsuzoku had 
taken a lot out of him. The panda seemed to be tired too, or 
at least seemed to be willing to slow down once the sound 
of explosions could no longer be heard behind them. As the 
two made their way back to the ground of accursed springs, 
the guide continued to explain how the curse was supposed 
to work...

* * *

"So, child," Cologne addressed the young champion in 
Japanese. "My great granddaughter, Shampoo, has given 
you the Kiss of Sisterhood. Do you find becoming a 
bond-sister with her acceptable?"

"Huh?" Ranma responded, startled at this turn of events. 
"Umm... Sure! I'd be honored to join her clan!" A family 
again! And so soon after she had lost her father and her 
manhood. Not that Genma had been much of a father, but 
he was now even less so as a panda. As for becoming a 
girl, well, becoming some sort of honest to kami devil hunter 
had been something of a rush.

Ranma could learn to live with it if she had to, if that was 
the kind of life that lay ahead of her. None of this silly, 
weak stuff that pops had gone on and on about whenever 
the subject of girls came up. Heck, she couldn't even see 
any girls here who didn't move like they had some form of 
martial arts training or another. Her kind of people, not the 
frail creatures that pops had told her of.

"Well, then," Cologne beamed at her new bond-kin. "We 
are going to be having a victory feast in your honor soon. 
It will be easy enough to work in the appropriate touches 
to celebrate your adoption as well. In the meantime, you 
have obviously been exhausted by your recent battle with 
the possessed Lord of Jusendo. I'll have someone see to 
the needs of you and Shampoo."

"Shampoo," Cologne explained, switching to the dialect 
of Mandarin Chinese that the Nichieju used. "Your new 
bond-sister has accepted her adoption into our clan. 
Rin Rin and Ran Ran will see to your needs, unless I am 
mistaken. Perhaps even a few others as well. The rest of 
us will continue to set up the victory feast."

"Yes, Great Grandmother," Shampoo acknowledged. "But, 
honestly, I feel better than ever! I'm sure that I could handle 
seeing to my bond-sister's needs myself!"

"You will do no such thing until Lilac or one of the other 
healers have looked you over!" Cologne admonished. She 
fought to keep her voice steady as she tried to explain. 
"You were reduced to a lump of burnt gristle! Even if your 
bond-sister has somehow miraculously healed you to full 
health with that spell, it has taken quite a lot out of her to 
do so. Please, Shampoo, I don't want to risk losing you 
twice in one day over something trivial like this."

"Very well, Great Grandmother," Shampoo acquiesced. 
"I will do as you ask. But I will resume my training as a 
warrior as soon as Elder Lilac says that I am ready!"

"Of course, Dear One," Cologne conceded with amusement. 
"I would expect no less of you."

"And I want to be trained as a Devil Hunter, so that I may 
fight alongside my bond-sister! None of this weird herbal 
potion stuff or strange pressure point techniques!" Shampoo 
demanded. "When am I ever going to use that stuff anyway?"

"Never the less, you will continue to train in them, Great 
Granddaughter," the Nichieju Elder stated firmly, brooking 
no further argument. "As for the rest..."

Shampoo looked on, hopefully.

"I'll see what I can do," Cologne granted. "Now off with 
you! Take your bond-sister to the baths and let yourselves 
be pampered, at least for today. You both deserve it."

"I will, Great Grandmother!" Shampoo chirped happily. "We 
will be back as soon as," the young Nichieju paused. 
"Ummm... Great Grandmother?

"Yes, child?"

"What is my bond-sister's name, anyway?

"..."

"Great Grandmother?"

"You know, Shampoo," Cologne admitted. "I never even 
thought to ask..."

* * *

NEED SOMETHING HERE

* * *

Ranma had made some minor protests over being 
pampered, but was really too exhausted from her battle 
with the Dark Phoenix King only a short while ago to 
keep it up for long. Besides, these people had thought 
that they were going to die horribly at the hands of the 
demon-infected Lord of Jusendo. If they wanted to celebrate, 
who was she to stop them?

As the victory feast was being prepared, Ranma was led 
to the sheltered hot springs that the amazons used as a 
public bath setting by the cute girl with the lavender hair 
who she had healed after the battle. An act that had taxed 
Ranma as much, if not more, than the battle itself had. 
Granted, the effect had caused a barren, scorched valley 
of half-molten wasteland into a lush garden paradise, which 
was obviously an overboard side effect, so the drain was 
understandable. It was definitely worth it though, as she 
now couldn't imagine letting the happy bundle of joy babbling 
at her in some native dialect of mandarin Chinese being 
permitted to die as a lump of burnt flesh and blackened bone.

And the girl had adopted her as her sister. Ranma could 
FEEL the bond of sibling love and respect that the girl 
had already formed with her. She could also feel similar 
ties of friendship and acceptance from many of the other 
villagers as well. Nothing at all like what she felt with her 
father over the years.

* * *

NEED MORE STUFF HERE

* * *

Sailor Pluto sat back, took three Excedrins, and started 
looking for something to drink.

"Here."

Sailor Pluto let out a long deep breath, took the drink, the 
aspirin, and started rubbing her temples. "Why are so 
many strange people showing up where nobody is supposed 
to be allowed?"

"Why bring us here, Toltiir?" The guy who had passed her a 
shake asked of a black cat.

"I prefer tea," said Sailor Pluto, sipping at the milkshake. 
Hmmm. Made with green tea ice cream. Interesting.

"You pointed out that three unrelated timelines being 
forced into a merger was against the rules," said the cat. 
"I wanted to point out that they were not. Check this out."

The Gates Of Time slammed open and revealed a desolate 
wasteland.

"Timelines are continually spinning off and remerging when 
their differences are zero," the cat lectured, morphing into 
Groucho Marx as Professor Hackenbush.

Pluto decided this was a dream sequence and she might 
as well sit back and enjoy it.

"Yeah, we know that," said the remaining intruder, brushing 
her long white hair back with a practiced gesture. "Law Of 
Conservation Of Realities."

"All three realities merge after a certain point. Originally, 
after Ranma's divorce, he continued to be alone. He grew 
distrustful and bitter. In the year 2006 he died, having given 
up on everything and everyone. This reality also had a great 
evil occur, this one in 2009. One whom Ranma could not 
have stood alone against even if he had not gone through 
the divorce and resulting depression and slide into apathy."

Sailor Pluto leaned back against the Gate and watched. 
Amazing detail in this dream. She could even smell the 
dead air with the faint dusty-smoky smell to it in the breeze 
from the Gate.

"Sailor Venus was miserable in her timeline, but there was 
also a menace to occur after Usagi's reign. As the Senshi 
had no heirs..." Professor Hackenbush morphed into the 
Jusenkyo Guide. "Terrible Tragic Story of kingdom who rely 
on only one defender. Terrible tragic sirs. Invading alien force 
find that Crystal Tokyo easy pickings. If only one menace, 
then Sailor Saturn and Princess Usagi (not Chibi at time) 
be able to fight off. Against millions? They no do so good. 
Crystal Tokyo fall, Earth fall. Differences zero, merge with 
this time line."

"Is Sailor Venus dead, then?" The dark elf looked over the 
mist shrouded area and decided if they were going to be 
here for awhile, they needed some furniture. Fortunately, a 
high level mage could do things like that. Three La-Z-Boys 
and a small table to be exact.

The Jusenkyo Guide blurred and became Professor Wiseman. 
"No. Merged with Ranma and Honey. Honey's timeline ended 
with Panther Zora triumphant, by the way. Ranma, Honey, 
and Venus are merged. Ranma dominant, as it was his body 
primarily, but with personality aspects of the other two. Of 
course, this being at least partially a Ranma timeline, there 
exists means of locking him in 'cursed form' or even splitting 
them all off again. Though altered by their shared experiences, 
and it is as difficult for that to occur as it would be for Ranma 
to actually have gotten cured of his curse in the first place."

Sailor Pluto nodded. Okay, if this hadn't been a dream, that 
would have been reassuring.

"Their mutual wish, after all, was to 'do it all over again' and 
be able to handle it better this time." The professor adjusted 
his glasses. "Whether they do or not depends entirely on 
them, of course. I *do* generally play within the rules, little 
nudges not withstanding, and I know that the rule is for 
immortals not to muck around with the heroics or villainy in 
progress. Mortal Kombat and all that sort of thing."

"Oh, so that's why we're in this dream sequence with 
Cologne and Sailor Pluto?" The man who vaguely resembled 
Basalt said. "A 'little nudge' so Pluto doesn't try something 
risky to repair the timeline, and Cologne can stop losing 
sleep over the implications for her village."

"Exactly, oh and I think this'll do it for *my* involvement," 
said the Professor, morphing into Hermes (complete with 
staff and helmet, though he was wearing an Italian business 
suit). "And as the destruction of the Earth and all life on it 
wasn't funny, it *did* fit within my chosen portfolio."

"Meddling?" suggested an old woman from a staff, canceling 
her invisibility technique.

"Humor," said the cat with mock solemnity. "And I think it's 
time for you to WAKE UP!!!!"

* * *

Sailor Pluto's eyes shot open. Odd, snoozing off like that. 
She hadn't done that in...

Sailor Pluto shifted the recliner she was lying on to a seated 
position. "Oh dear."

* * *

Cologne frowned as she got up. She needed some hot tea. 
A *really* strong cup. It was said that it takes a half-hour to 
properly brew tea. She *really* needed it.

THAT"S WHAT I GOT SO FAR

Comments, criticism, and suggestions welcome.
Flames will be used to roast marshmallows.

Tangent

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