Two things to mention. Sorry about the posting twice of a message that came
through tonight. A problem with my server ended up evidentily backlogging my
messages rather than any list problems. I did not realize this until this
morning, and had no idea when the problem would be rectified. It shouldn't
happen again.

And moving on to C+C something a little different:

Ranma ran, not knowing where or why. He had to get there, wherever
'there' was. And he had to get there fast. He felt it in his bones!

Sadly, I know this feeling as well.

Ranma screamed, and lost his balance, plummeting towards the street
below. He felt a crunch, and winced in sympathy towards the poor
person he must have landed on.

I don't know as people 'crunch' when you land on them. Might want to go for
something different there.

"Hey, you okay?" he asked, getting up

while trying to ignore the intense pain coursing through his body,
and pulling a large, errant thorn from his side. The grotesque
mockery of a female that had cushioned his fall twitched, laughing
shrilly and loudly, before disappearing in a cloud of dust.

Ooookay.

"Tuxedo Airen!" several female voices chorused, reminding the teenage
boy of his plight.

Hehe. Cute name.

 He paled and grabbed the offending article of

clothing, ripping it off his body. Looking around, he was disturbed
to find three of the girls leering at him. The fourth formed a bow
from fire and started flinging fiery arrows at him, crying out
"Pervert!" occasionally.

As he tried his best to dodge the arrows of fire - luckily for him,
the raven-haired girl was a lousy shot - Ranma lamented the
unfairness of it all. He also made a mental note to wear something
under his tuxedo next time.

Yes, that would be a good idea.

"Stop it, Sailor Paragon!"

Haven't read it myself.

 a brown-haired girl commanded, giving her

comrade a firm glare. Turning towards Ranma, she beamed at him.
"Please excuse her. You know how she gets."

"Yeah, Sailor Temptress,"

Hmm. Now this one I might be familiar with, eh?

 Ranma laughed nervously, tugging on his

pigtail. Or trying to. "WHERE THE FUCK IS MY PIGTAIL?" he screamed
in panic, when his hand met nothing but air. Ranma started shaking
his head from side to side frantically, trying to look at the back
of his head.

It would be most toublesome if he manages it as well.

"Calm down, Tuxedo Airen!" two girls cried out together, each
latching onto one of his arms.

That had the desired affect, as Ranma relaxed considerably and looked
at the girls holding him, the passionate purple-haired Sailor
Erudite and the exotic and beautiful yet bashful Sailor Mystique.

Heh, and heh, again.

Just as he was getting relaxed,

seems awkward. 'Just as he was starting to relax' or some other way might be
better.

"Hello, my beautiful Airen," Sailor Stoic crooned in his masculine
voice, his long hair done in a weird style that resembled meatballs
and spaghetti to Ranma. "Now, finally, the Schools will be United!"

should 'United' be capitalized?

Ranma woke up screaming, and lashed out violently, socking his old
man and Mr. Tendo, who had been whispering into his ears to marry
Akane already and unite the schools.

Heh. Cute. Nice to see yet another plan fall through. :)

-------------------------------------------------
Ecchi Party -- Chapter One: Ranma's First Time

Oh? Intersting title. Not familiar with CP, so be forewarned.

A Ranma 1/2 Comic Party Fusion

A Brother's^H Production

Ranma jerked himself

Now that could be considered ecchi all right. :)

A squeak of female indignation sounded off to his right, and Ranma
practically jumped in the air, coming into a crouch. Akane giggled
from beside him, reminding the boy of her presence.

"Oh, so the great Ranma Saotome is afraid of a little girl
screaming." Her eyes narrowing dangerously in sudden realization,
she frowned. "This had better not be another Chinese Amazon after
you," Akane threatened in a low tone of voice.

Why would she think another one is after him?

Ranma sighed, and cursed his weird dream for the umpteenth time. Who
were all those weird girls, anyway? Damn that dream for making him
stammer! Damn his dream for causing him to think of all those
beautiful girls after him! Damn that dream for making him think of
Soun cross-dressing...

Yeah. The last is the worst by a long shot.

"No way!" Ranma yelled, waving his hands in front of him in a
placating manner. "I wasn't thinking of your father in drag or
nothing!"

Ohh, that didn't work.

 His hands quickly clamped over his mouth, but a quick

glance at Akane's tomato-red face revealed to Ranma that he hadn't
been fast enough.

Shaking, Akane balled her fists. "You... you per--"

I'm inclined to agree with her here.

A shrill female cry for help interrupted his fiancee, making Ranma
eternally grateful to the screaming girl. 'Wait. Screaming girl?!'
Breaking into a sprint, he shouted over his shoulder, "Sorry, Akane,
gotta save someone."

Several female cries followed, increasing in volume and frequency as
Ranma got closer to their source. To his puzzlement, he realized
that the cries were not of fear but

fear, but (I think)

of outrage. The teenage boy

looked around warily, looking

searching (you just used looking)

A soft, sinister laughter began, and Ranma tensed himself,

can drop 'himself' or say 'tensed up'

Ignoring him, the figure continued his passionate speech. "Once you
become masters of the art, and able

are able

"Well, not father." The short man rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"Maybe godfather. I trained your fathers." Smiling at them, he
added, "Would you like to know more?"

Ranma; After the way they turned out? Heck no. I'd want to avoid you at all
costs.

Happosai easily avoided being hit by the makeshift projectile, and
smirked at her, ignoring the cries of agony behind him, where the
bag had hit some unfortunate bystander. "The Ecchi in you is wild
and savage, yet you deny it," he proclaimed sagely. "Until you
become one with your inner pervert, your hormones won't know peace."

Sigh. That's just evil.

Ranma hung his head from embarrassment, wishing for the first time in
his life that he hadn't skipped school. Going over to pick up
Akane's school bag lest it be stolen, he stopped in his tracks upon
seeing it entangled in the broken remains of a slimy and very
realistic-looking tentacle.

Heh.

Not bothering to suppress his shudder, Ranma high-tailed out of
there, sacrificing Akane's bag for the greater good. Besides, he
doubted that she would want it back with all the slime on it...

Especially with it being miliky white and all.

"Oh." It was Ranma's turn to blink. "I could've sworn you were eleven
or something," he mumbled.

"You're mean." The girl pouted, making him wince.

Ranma; I try my best.

It worked, and the girl's facial expression brightened. "You're
right." Smiling at him, she nodded as best as she could from her
position. Steering the cart right, she added, "I'm Kurumi."

Ohhh?

The cart swerved several times, but she managed to put it on the
right track again, showing expertise and skill Ranma didn't expect
from someone so young. He couldn't help asking about that, getting a
laugh in return.

"The Ecchi guides me through," Kurumi explained, once she got her
giggling under control. "My precious darlings give me strength in my
times of need. I let their essence enter me... possess me... make me
whole."

My, it is an echhi party. :)

"Clair Dojin," Kurumi corrected him, talking at a normal pace again.
"The Ecchi is everywhere and in everything. The Ecchi is the mother
of all that exists." Noticing how Ranma's right eyebrow began
twitching slightly, Kurumi stopped finding more analogies, and
merely said, "You must read the Clair Dojin to understand. Though
the original edition is very rare, so you're better off finding an

'one' was the word I think you wanted.

Kurumi gave him a careful once-over that made the pigtailed boy feel
strangely dirty. "Does not understand this one," she mumbled quietly
to herself. "Yet time he has not."

She needs to shrivel up more to get that one to work.

Turning towards Ranma, she called

out to him as the cart started picking up speed, "Denial leads to
delusion. Delusion leads to favoritism. Favoritism leads to bashing.
Bashing leads to the Dark Side."

Hehehe.  Nice philosophy

"Ahem!" cried out an irate voice. "I don't traffic such filth!"

The two men leaned forward ominously, the first muttering, "Brudda
Cor, dis woman don wanna give us da ecchi!"

"Meine freund Dur! What shall we do?"

What are these two from, anyway?

"Feh," the third voice continued, the speaker just coming into
Ranma's point of view. "Dojinshi is like okonomiyaki -- it's got a
proud tradition, and I'm not going to let your eagerness corrupt our
enduring ethics!" Ranma blinked at the girl as he saw her. Long,
brown hair in a pair of ponytails

pair?

"Fiancee?" Ranma asked, confused.

"You _are_ Ranma, right?"

"Yes?" Ranma said cautiously.

"I'm so happy!" she gushed, pressing a manga into his hands and
blushing darkly. "Now read this! Read this!"

Ranma looked at the papers in his hand, reading the cover aloud.
"'The adventures of Ranchan and Ucchan'? What's this?"

Something bad. Run for it while you can.

"Our dojinshi!" Ukyou responded, blushing even more deeply.

"What the heck's a dojinshi?" Ranma mumbled, eyeing the cover of the
book in his hands. An oddly well drawn rendering of himself stood on
the cover, in a grossly exaggerated bishonen pose, the same girl he
was talking to draped over his picture-self's arm. "Kinda cool," he
admitted, flipping it open. "It's just like me, I guess." Though he
didn't bother mentioning that she had misspelled 'Martial Arts' as
'Marital Arts' on the cover...

Oh, I don't think that's a misspelling.

"Uh-oh," he heard, as things began to fade. "I better get you to the
first aid booth!"

Heh

***

Muscling her way through the crowds, upset, confused, lost, and more
than a little bit hungry, Akane wondered if she were moving in a
large circle. The raving otaku gave her no more attention that the

than the

Akane knelt on the floor, trying to help the doctor collect his
comics. "Are these yours?" she asked worriedly. "'Housewife on the
Rampage'? 'House Call'? 'Betty Does the Med School'..." Akane
dropped the manga, backing away against the wall of the crowd behind
her. "You're one of them!" she wailed. "You're just like them!"

Tofu: Of course. Why else would I be here?

"Yep! Your father engaged us, and I decided to sell dojinshi about us
to educate the world about our love!"

Whahaha!

Tofu flipped through the manga, and Akane peeked over his shoulder to
study it. She looked away again, very quickly. The artist had done a
reasonable job of guessing what Ranma looked like, to have drawn him
naked in that much detail. The doctor made a thoughtful noise, and
flipped the manga shut, returning it to the girl. "A little bit much
for someone who's not used to it," Tofu admonished. "These things
need to be built up to, you know. Make a man jump into something
like that with no preparation, it's no wonder he loses it all three
pages before the money shot!"

HAHAHAHA!

"There is no escape," a disembodied voice announced then, seemingly
coming from the walls themselves. "Don't force me to make you impotent."

Truly there is no more evil thing.

That was truly twisted. Not sure where you're going with it, but it has the
potential to be interesting. Nice moments strewn throughout. Lots of humor
and lighthearted action. Hope to see more.

D.B. Sommer





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