Here we go at last.

Apologies in advance for some lingual mangling toward the end of this. I'm
trilingual, not tetralingual, unfortunately.

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DISCLAIMERS, APOLOGIES, and RAMBLING

The following is a highly contrived piece of shite.

The following highly contrived piece of shite is based on characters from
Ranma 1/2 and other series.

Appropriate disclaimers will be posted at the beginning of each chapter.

Extreme suspension of disbelief is recommended for reading this story, as
many facets of reality are being disregarded in favour of the highly
contrived plot.

Feedback is encouraged. Flames are pointless, as the author is a flaming
retard.

...wait a minute, that isn't right. o.O;;

Ranma 1/2 is the property of Takahashi Rumiko, Shogakukan, Viz, and other
corporate entities who are not me.

Bishoujo Senshi Sailormoon is the property of Takeuchi Naoko, Kodansha,
Toei, and other corporate entities who are not me.

No infringement is intended, no profit is being made, and I make no claims
of ownership to anything here except my own original characters.[

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"So what's he like?"

The Sailor Senshi and their cat companions were once again gathered in the
sitting room of Hikawa Shrine. The current topic of conversation was, as to
be expected, Minako's date with Saotome Ranma.

"Well," the blonde said, smiling, "He's very nice. And really, REALLY cute.
The pictures don't do him justice. And he's a really good martial artist."
She put a finger to her lips thoughtfully. "Oh yeah, and he turns into a
girl when he gets wet."

The others blinked, then looked around at one another. At length, Usagi,
Rei, and Makoto all looked to Ami for a translation. The turquoise-haired
girl shrugged helplessly. "I'm afraid this one's beyond me," she said.

"Wow, Mina-chan, you really screwed that one up bad if even Ami-chan can't
figure out what you meant to say," Usagi chirped.

Minako glared at the four of them, arms crossed. "I said exactly what I
meant," she said archly. "When he gets splashed with cold water, he turns
into a girl. A little shorter than Ami-chan, bright red hair, bigger breasts
than Mako-chan."

Everyone stared at her.

"Artemis?" Rei asked, keeping her tone light and neutral. "Has she--?"

"She swears it's true," the white cat said, giving a feline shrug.
"Mina-chan may be a little flaky, but I know when she's being serious, and
as strange as it sounds..." He shrugged.

"Could he be something like one of the Starlights?" Usagi asked. The others
started, eyes widening.

Minako shook her head. "Nah, nothing like that. He says it happened to him
in China. Some place called Ju--Ju--oh, crap, I knew it a minute ago..."

"Jusenkyo?" Ami offered helpfully, her computer balanced in one hand.

"Yeah, that's it!" Minako cheered.

"You know about it?" Makoto asked.

Ami shook her head. "I just looked it up on the computer. The only thing I
could find is a name and a warning--'AVOID.'"

Several significant glances were changed.

"Well, Mako-chan, you've got him on Friday, ne?" Usagi asked. "Be sure to
give us all the details!"

"Hai!" Makoto said, grinning.

Minako suddenly let out a gasp. "Oh! I almost forgot. Something REALLY
important, too!"

"What is it?" Makoto asked.

Minako looked very serious suddenly. "I had to transform during the
date--and he recognised me as Venus. So whatever you do, try not to have to
transform. He can tell it's you if you do."

The others looked at her in shock.

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R A N M A D A T E

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CHAPTER SIX:

HARD LIKE A TREE, SOFT LIKE A LEMON

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Ranma was going through his early morning kata when the doorbell rang,
echoing through every part of the estate. He blinked in confusion, and
checked his wristwatch; it was only seven. "What th'--?"

He began towelling himself off and heading for the door of the gymnasium.
Just as he was about to push it open, it opened from the other side;
Kuromaki was standing there waiting for him. "Good day, Master Ranma," he
said.

"Who was at th' door?" Ranma asked without preamble.

"Your date for the day, sir," Kuromaki replied.

Ranma blinked, then glanced at his watch. "Man, my watch is really slow. I
thought it was just seven..."

"It *is* only seven, sir," Kuromaki said, lips quirking into a small smile.
"Your date wished to arrive early to prepare breakfast for the two of you."

"Huh?"

"The kitchen staff is quite put out, but I've--er--pulled rank, and the
young lady is currently busy in the kitchens."

Ranma chuckled. "I guess I'd better go up an' get ready then." He paused.
"So what's this girl's name?"

"Kino Makoto, sir."

The pigtailed boy nodded. "Makoto. Right, got it."

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As Ranma headed downstairs, Kuromaki gestured for him to enter one of the
lounges off the foyer. "Miss Kino seems to think a more--intimate setting is
required for breakfast, sir," he said.

"I'll go along with that," Ranma replied. He took a deep breath, and smiled.
"Somethin' smells good."

He entered the small lounge--small for the standards of the manor, as it was
easily as large as the dining area of the Tendou house, and the furnishings
alone probably cost more than the entire Tendou property--and saw that a
tablecloth had been spread over the low table in the centre of the room, two
cushions placed on the floor to either side of it. A tall girl with chestnut
hair in a ponytail was bustling about, apparently putting the final touches
on her masterpiece. Kuromaki closed the door quietly behind Ranma, who took
a moment to observe his date before clearing his throat. The girl span
around, startled. Ranma smiled at her. "Yo."

Makoto bowed, flushing slightly. "Good morning, Sao--"

"Ranma. Call me Ranma," the pigtailed boy cut across her.

Makoto flushed more deeply, but smiled. "Okay, Ranma. And you can call me
Mako-chan." She fidgeted for a moment. "Well, I made breakfast, if you--"

"Looks good, Mako-chan." Ranma seated himself on one of the cushions. Makoto
smiled and sat down across him, then began serving the meal.

It was indeed quite delicious, Ranma mused--mostly traditional dishes, but
also a large mushroom and bacon omelette, thin slices of fried ham, and a
tray of fresh-baked buttermilk biscuits. "I always cook too much food,"
Makoto said sheepishly. "I have a friend who's a big eater, and I cook for
my other friends too."

Ranma grinned. "Hey, nothin' wrong with that. I got a big appetite too, an'
I just got finished workin' out so I'm good an' hungry." He proved it too by
making an entire plate of breakfast disappear in seconds.

Makoto stared. "Wow. You could give Usagi a run for her money." She wasted
no time in serving Ranma another helping of everything, then began eating
her own breakfast, watching the pigtailed boy in fascination.

"This is really good, Mako-chan," Ranma said between mouthfuls.

The brunette beamed. "I'm glad you like it, Ranma." She sipped her tea. "So,
you're a martial artist--I've heard you're really good, too."

"Yup," Ranma replied. "So are you."

Makoto blinked, then grinned. "Well, I guess you could say that."

Ranma chuckled. "I can usually tell. You've been in some real fights, but
not near as many as me."

"I'll bet," the tall girl said bemusedly, her green eyes twinkling.

Ranma folded a bit of omelette and ham onto a biscuit, and took a large
bite. Makoto took the opportunity to refill both their plates; once Ranma
had finished his sandwich, she asked, "So what do you like to do when you're
not eating or practising the Art?"

The pigtailed boy shrugged. "Well, I've been spendin' more time watchin' TV
an' stuff lately. An' readin' some manga--I never really spent much time on
all that before, not near as much as some people do." He sipped his tea.
"How 'bout you?"

"Well, obviously I like to cook," Makoto said, grinning. "I like plants,
too. TV and manga too, I guess. Hanging out with my friends..." She trailed
off.

Ranma nodded. "So, whatcha wanna do today?" he asked.

"Well, I was sort of hoping we could spend the day here," Makoto asked,
flushing. "I'd really like to see the gardens, and maybe make us a picnic
lunch--we could eat outside..."

"Okay," Ranma said, nodding. "That sounds cool."

The brunette beamed. "Oh, and I was kinda hoping you'd spar with me. I wanna
see how good you are," she flushed.

Ranma grinned. "Okay, you got a deal."

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Makoto rubbed her rear as she impacted with the floor of the gymnasium for
the third time. She stood, adjusting her gi top, and dropped back into
stance.

Ranma stood across from her, arms behind his back, wearing a yellow shirt
and loose black trousers, smiling. "Almost got me that time, Mako-chan!" he
taunted.

Makoto smirked and launched herself at Ranma again. He leapt high into the
air, dodging her strikes, then somersaulted and came down with a finger
extended. He poked her in the forehead, then grabbed hold of her shoulders
and flipped her, flinging her across the gym. She somersaulted in midair,
landing on her feet, and growled. She seemed about to attack again--then
sighed, relaxing her stance. "Okay, I yield," she said. "You're definitely
good."

"You ain't bad yourself," Ranma said, grinning. "You might could give a few
people I know a run for their money." He stretched out a bit, then added,
"So, wanna go out t' th' garden next?"

"Let me get changed first," Makoto replied with a smile.

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"Wow, your family sounds like a real piece of work," Makoto said sometime
later. They were sitting under the sakura trees in the garden, talking, and
Ranma had just shared a bit of his life story with her.

The pigtailed boy snorted. "Yeah, seriously." He shrugged. "What about you?
What's your family like?"

Makoto looked down; Ranma knew immediately something was wrong. "My parents
are dead," she said in a low, hollow tone.

Ranma swallowed. "I-I'm sorry."

The tall girl sighed. "It's alright. it's been some time." She stared into
the rosebushes. "They died in a plane crash. I've been on my own ever
since." She smiled sadly. "But I have great friends, and I'm thankful for
them every day."

"Yeah...I guess sometimes you just gotta take whatcha can get, huh?"

Makoto nodded. "Mm." Then, suddenly, she stood, smiling. "Hey, I'd better
get started on the food for our picnic, huh?"

Ranma smiled weakly at her. "Uh...right. That sounds good."

The tall girl smirked. "Yosh'...you'd better be ready for a meal that'll
knock you off your feet, Saotome!"

The pigtailed boy grinned. "I can live with that."

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Makoto had worked quickly to prepare a sumptuous picnic for them, and they
now sat out on the front lawn of the manor, a checkered tablecloth spread
under them, sampling goodies from an oversized basket.

"You really are a good cook, Mako-chan," Ranma enthused as he dug into a
bento.

Makoto beamed. "I'm glad you think so, Ranma," she said. She took a large
bite from a sandwich, gazing around the lawn as she did so. "This really is
a beautiful place."

Ranma nodded. "Yeah, I like it. Nice and peaceful out here."

"It's not often you see this much open space in this part of Japan."

"Yeah. It's a bit wasteful I guess, but that's one of the things money is
good for."

"You almost sound like you don't approve of it."

Ranma shrugged. "It don't really matter to me. It's just that all this
really isn't me. I mean, I'm gettin' useta it an' all, but I'm a futon an'
tatami kinda guy, y'know? Only time I need a lot of space is when I'm
workin' out."

Makoto nodded. "Yeah, I guess that makes sense."

"Still," Ranma mused, "it's not like I don't like it or nothin'. I mean,
ain't nothin' wrong with havin' stuff..."

Makoto was about to say something, but was distracted by an odd sight. "What
the--?"

Ranma glanced up. "Hmm? What's wrong, Mako-chan?"

Makoto pointed into the sky. "I think I'm seeing things. That, or something
really weird is happening."

Ranma followed the line of her gaze, and dropped his chopsticks. "Oh sh--"

At that moment, the pair of them were divebombed by a duck wearing
glasses--and carrying, in its bill, a fluffy lavender cat.

"Miao!" the cat cried. The duck loosed its grip, and the cat launched itself
at Ranma, landing right on his face.

Makoto stared. Ranma screamed.

"GETITOFFMEGETITOFFMEGETITOFFMEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

"MreeeOWR!" the cat yowled, clinging onto Ranma with all its might.

"Hey, get off him, you crazy cat!" Makoto shouted. She stood to help Ranma,
but found herself cut off by the duck, who was flapping its wings in her
face and quacking madly. A sheaf of lethal-looking knives erupted from its
feathers. The tall girl stared. "What the hell?!"

"Miao!" the cat cried over its shoulder. The duck turned away from Makoto,
quacked, and lobbed a small, wobbly rubber ball at the cat. The ball burst
on contact, and...

Makoto's eyes widened.

A voluptuous, extremely naked girl with long purple hair was now clinging to
Ranma instead of the cat. "Airen come with Shampoo to China now, yes? Or
maybe Shampoo tell Muu-Muu to throw cold water, then airen say hello kitty?"

"Get--OFF--me--Shampoo--" Ranma hissed, the terror fading slowly from his
face to be replaced with something more akin to--

Makoto coughed. "Ahem."

The purple-haired girl ignored her.

Makoto coughed again. "Hey you. With the hair and the floppy tits."

This got Shampoo's attention, and she cocked her head back over her shoulder
to glower at the tall girl. "What you want? Go away, Shampoo busy with
airen. Leave alone."

"I don't think so," Makoto said. "You see, we were having a nice picnic, and
you interrupted us. It's rude to butt in on other peoples' dates."

Shampoo unattached herself from Ranma and stood facing Makoto, glaring. "Is
also rude to date other women husbands. You is have no claim on Ranma. Ranma
belong to Shampoo. Go away or Shampoo kill."

Makoto smirked. "I'd like to see you try it," she replied, cracking her
knuckles.

The duck quacked and dropped a large pink bundle. In seconds, Shampoo was
dressed in a pink Chinese pantsuit and holding a pair of bonbori. "That easy
to arrange."

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Ranma grit his teeth. *Dammit...I'm getting really tired of this...* He
reached into his pocket for the cell phone he always carried now, and spoke
quietly into it while Shampoo was distracted by Makoto and Mousse flew
circles overhead. "Michaels."

/"What's up, boss?"/ the voice of the chauffeur/bodyguard replied from the
receiver.

"Those two Amazon idiots are here. Can you and LIMO-Z take them out?"

/"Damn! How'd we miss them coming in? I'm on it."/

Ranma pocketed the cell phone, and dodged a brace of knives hurled at him by
the bespectacled duck. Mousse quacked and divebombed him, but Ranma snapped
out a kick that caught him right under the bill, knocking him out of the air
and sending him to the ground in a flurry of feathers.

Meanwhile, Shampoo launched herself at Makoto, who dropped into a defensive
stance, easily dodging the swipes from the Amazon's maces. She pulled off
one of her rose earrings and hurled it at the purple-haired girl, who
knocked it aside reflexively; the distraction allowed Makoto to get in low
under Shampoo's guard and knock her off her feet.

At that moment, LIMO-Z erupted into the lawn, and a white pulse went off.
Ranma shut his eyes tightly--

--and opened them to find Shampoo back on her feet and Mousse lobbing a
water ball straight up, then tossing a dart at it.

"Huh?" he blurted in confusion.

He felt a tap on his back.

"That trick won't work twice, son-in-law," Cologne chuckled dryly from
behind him. He wasted no time in launching a spinning kick directly behind
his head, which missed the Amazon matriarch by millimetres. The old woman
chuckled again. "Not bad, son-in-law! I'm glad you're not letting the life
of luxury slow you down!"

"DIE, old ghoul!"

"Sorry, not ready yet." Cologne leaped forward and struck rapidly at Ranma
with her staff; Ranma parried all her strikes with the Amaguriken, but was
unable to counter, and had to fall back to a defensive stance.

He also barely avoided losing his head to a slash from behind by Mousse; the
robed boy's sword shaved an inch off his pigtail. Then Mousse let out a
startled yelp as, behind him, Makoto had managed to deprive Shampoo of one
of her maces and clocked him upside the head with it before returning to her
duel with the purple-haired girl.

"Well, that one has spirit!" Cologne said, watching Makoto and Shampoo over
Ranma's shoulder as she sparred back and forth with him. "She'd make a fine
Amazon..."

"I'm sure--" Punch, kick. "--she'd be--" Block, duck, sweep, backflip.
"--flattered--" Jump, diving kick, misstepped landing, side roll. "--if
your--" Amaguriken. "--granddaughter wasn't--" Rapid series of rising
uppercuts that actually forced Cologne to give ground. "--tryin' ta--"
Well-timed dodge, bringing Mousse into the path of the old woman's staff.
"--kill 'er!"

"Maybe so, maybe so." Cologne sighed, hopped up onto the low brick wall
along the main walk, and took out her pipe. "Still..." She took a long draw
off the pipe, then reached out and caught Ranma by the collar with it,
flipping him into the fountain across the yard. "...you both have a lot to
learn!"

Ranma looked up as a second splash heralded Makoto's descent into the
fountain. As she was not Jusenkyo-cursed, she merely became wet and annoyed.
And startled as she stared at Ranma. "Holy shit, it's true," she breathed.

"What?" Ranma asked, standing and wringing out her shirt.

"You really do change into a girl."

Ranma nodded. "Yeah." She blinked. "How'd you know?"

"Mina told me. You went out with her a few days ago, remember?"

Ranma's eyes widened. "Oh! You're friends with Mina-chan then?"

"Yep." Makoto grinned. She pointed at the approaching younger Amazons. "And
those two change too?"

"Yeah. Mousse is th' duck, an' Shampoo's th' c-c-cat."

A cannonball on a chain suddenly tore through the air between them, knocking
a hole in the statue in the centre of the fountain. "HEY! Watch it,
y'idjit!" Ranma yelled. She leapt out of the fountain and charged at Mousse,
water cupped in her hands. "KACHUU TENSHIN AMAGURIKEN REVISED--FLYING
SPRAY!"

Mousse dodged the mist of water drops, throwing a bladed disc at Ranma. "You
think I'm gonna fall for that, Saotome?" he sneered.

"No, but you'll fall for this," Makoto said from behind him. Mousse didn't
even have time to turn around before the tall girl punched him in the back
of the head. As he dropped, she wrung her shirt out on him, turning him into
a duck. "That's one down. Now for kitty--"

"Don't do that to Shampoo," Ranma said, shivering. "Trust me. That'd
be...really bad."

Makoto blinked, but didn't have time to respond, as the other Amazon charged
up behind her. She barely had time to duck the incoming strike, then spun
around and knocked Shampoo's feet out from under her while the Chinese girl
was overextended. She reached down, hauled Shampoo up by the collar, and
hurled her across the lawn toward Ranma. "Heads up!"

"Got it!" Ranma grinned, leapt into the air, and executed a devastating
windmill kick which launched Shampoo back across the yard to land in a heap
beside her great-grandmother.

Cologne sighed. "A pity. I had hoped--but no matter. We'll have you yet,
son-in-law."

Ranma glared at her. "Get off my property."

"But it's not really yours yet, is it?" Cologne asked, raising an eyebrow.
As Ranma's scowl deepened, she chuckled. "Very well. We shall retreat--for
now." She glanced at Makoto. "But I would watch my back if I were you,
child. You defeated my granddaughter...she will be out for revenge." With
that, she hauled the unconscious teenager over her shoulder, mounted her
staff, and bounded over the property wall, leaving Mousse out cold in the
middle of the yard.

"What do we do about him?" Makoto asked, pointing at the duck.

Ranma frowned thoughtfully, then snapped her fingers. "Michaels!"

"Yeah, boss?" the curly-haired gaijin asked as he rushed up to the scene.

"Grab him, pack him up good 'n' tight, and mail him to--oh, I dunno.
Anyplace in China is fine."

Michaels grinned. "You got it."

Ranma wrung more water from her hair and shirt, then glanced at Makoto. "I
dunno about you, but I'm ready ta finish off our picnic lunch."

The tall girl grinned. "Yeah, I can go along with that."

As they walked across the yard to the (miraculously unharmed) remains of the
picnic, Makoto turned to Ranma and asked, "So, what's this about you being
that girl's husband?"

Ranma sighed. "Long story..."

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"So then she finds out I'm cursed, an' th' girl she's gotta kill an' the guy
she's gotta marry are th' same person, so she runs off back to China."

Ranma and Makoto had made short work of the rest of the food, and were now
packing away the dishes and the tablecloth. "Wow. But it looks like she
didn't give up."

"Nope. She got thrown in a spring at Jusenkyo cuz she didn't kill me or come
back with me."

"And that's why she turns into a cat?"

Ranma shuddered. "Yeah."

Makoto winced. "I almost feel sorry for her. I guess I can understand where
she's coming from. But still--she really shouldn't keep pressuring you when
you've made it clear you're not interested."

The pigtailed boy sighed. "I guess I ain't ever made it clear enough. I just
didn't wanna hurt her feelins or nothin'...I mean, I put her through hell,
an' all because I was too stupid t' know better." He frowned. "Not that she
ain't pulled enough shit on me...her an' that idiot Mousse."

"The duck?"

"Yeah. I just wish they'd go back home t' China, forget all about me, an' go
on with their lives. They'd be a lot happier. But all they're doin' is
makin' all of us miserable." He shook his head. "Besides, Shampoo oughtta
know her curse is a problem..."

Makoto raised an eyebrow. "Now hold on a minute. You'd expect a girl to live
with you turning into a girl, but you can't live with a girl turning into a
cat?"

The pigtailed boy shuddered. "It ain't th' same...you don't know what cats
do t' me."

The tall girl folded her arms. "Tell me, then."

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Makoto's eyes widened. "He did WHAT to you?"

Ranma nodded. "Several times. Idiot didn't read th' next page that said th'
trainin' would make th' victim crazy."

"Damn," Makoto hissed. "And there's no cure for it?"

The pigtailed boy shrugged. "Hell if I know. Ain't never really tried." He
paused. "Though now that I think about it, I bet once I get this whole date
thing over with an' all, I can probably--"

"Afford a good psychiatrist who can help with the cat thing," Makoto
finished for him, nodding. "Yeah. I bet your dad never even thought of
that."

"We ain't never been in one place long enough, an' when we were, we didn't
have money for it, an' nobody wanted t' help me with anythin' anyway."

The tall girl shook her head and sighed sadly. "You poor thing. I thought
*I* had a rough life."

Ranma shrugged. "Eh. It ain't all bad." He grinned. "Besides, things've
definitely been gettin' better lately."

"There you go," Makoto said, smiling. "Look at the bright side."

"An' I'm STILL th' best damn martial artist in th' world, an' they can't do
nothin' about that," Ranma continued cockily.

The tall girl rolled her eyes. "We need to work on that ego of yours,
though," she said, sticking her tongue out at Ranma and giggling.

Ranma laughed.

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The sun was beginning to sink when Ranma accompanied Makoto home in LIMO-Z.
The tall girl had graciously allowed the kitchen staff back in their kitchen
to prepare dinner for the two while they sat in the lounge watching
television and talking.

"Well, they're definitely at least four-star chefs," Makoto commented as
they left. "I suppose that's only fitting, though, ne?"

Ranma chuckled. "I guess you'd be a five-star chef, wouldn't'cha?"

Makoto drew herself up proudly, grinning cockily and preening. "But of
course." She paused. "I really do want to open my own restaurant someday."

"Heh. Maybe even be on Bronze Cook, ne?"

"I figure I'd win," Makoto said confidently.

Ranma snorted. "I ate lunch at Motomori's th' other day. I gotta say I like
your cookin' a lot more."

The tall girl flushed with pride. "That's very kind of you to say, Ranma,"
she said softly.

The pigtailed boy shook his head. "It's true. That dude's food is a little
weird."

"The Japanamerican thing?" Makoto replied knowingly. "I tried making
something I saw him do on the show. It...didn't turn out too well."

Ranma chuckled. "His idea of okonomiyaki gave me the runs."

Makoto giggled.

The limousine pulled up to a medium-sized apartment complex in the Juuban
district. "Well, I had a good time today, Ranma," Makoto said as she got out
of the car.

"Yeah, me too," Ranma replied, grinning. "See ya around, Mako-chan."

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Makoto watched LIMO-Z pull away, then headed up the stairs to her apartment,
humming cheerfully to herself as she did so. She withdrew her keys from her
purse, and unlocked the door.

She yawned hugely as she entered, kicking off her shoes, not bothering to
turn on the lights. Striding across the room, she started to undress--

And paused. There was a draft in the air, a coolness that didn't belong. The
curtains stirred in the night breeze.

Something was amiss.

Makoto was not alone.

One hand reaching reflexively for her henshin stick, she called out, "Who's
there? Show yourself!"

A slender female form crept stealthily toward her, silhouetted against the
pale moonlight streaming through the open window, long hair swaying with
each step. Eyes like garnets reflected the half-light.

"Setsuna?" Makoto asked, wondering if perhaps the elusive Senshi of Time was
paying her a visit, and for what purpose.

"Ni hao," a voice replied from the darkness in a soft, malevolent hiss.

Makoto frowned. "Look--whoever you are--"

The female figure continued to approach stealthily. Makoto tensed for a
fight...

A hand cupped the tall girl's cheek. Lips like soft petals pressed
themselves against hers.

Makoto's eyes widened.

The other girl retreated a half-step. "You sleep good tonight, ri ben biao
zi. Tomorrow, you is dead. Bie liao."

And before Makoto could respond, Shampoo was gone.

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On a scale of one to ten, rate how likely:

--Ranma is to survive this candidate. (1-worst, 10-best)

--This candidate is to survive Ranma. (1-worst, 10-best)

--Ranma is to survive becoming part of this candidate's life. (1-worst,
10-best)

--This candidate is to survive becoming part of Ranma's life. (1-worst,
10-best)

4. OPINION POLL

Would you like to see Ranma marry this candidate?

(yes or no)

Votes will be collected until the end of the Ranmadate project. Thanks for
reading!

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END OF DAY 6 -- RANMADATE

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