Divinity



	Ranma 1/2 and all of its characters and situations are
the creation and property of Rumiko Takahashi. I use
these characters and situations without permission.

Chapter Three: Fall from Grace.

Authors Note: To avoid confusion, the real Ranma will be
referred to as Ranko in girl form, and Takao in boy form.
I just make this note people because were emailing me,
confused about my naming methods. ^_^

Thanks to Fido & Ronny Hedin

****

	Akane walked swiftly through the hallway that led to
the Dojo. She had put off training for long enough that
day.

	Pushing the inside door to the Dojo open, she stepped
in.

	Then she paused.

	"Akane, my dear," Happosai said, a lecherous grin
already growing upon his face. "If you wouldn't mind
knocking first?"

	Akane glared. "I shouldn't have to knock to get into
my own Dojo!"

	"Ahh, of course my dear." Happosai smiled. "But it's
not your Dojo yet." He looked over to the boy sitting
next to him, who seemed to be trying to pay attention to
anything but Akane.

	Akane looked at him. Just another boy. Probably as
perverted as the old man, if he was in there alone with
him.

	"Well, Takao, my boy. I'll see you tomorrow night,
don't be late."

	"Yeah, whatever old man," he answered as Happosai
bounded off.

	Akane stared at the boy, who was still seated on the
floor. Nothing too impressive about him. He had muscles.
A twinge of familiarity, but not much else.

	"I suppose you'll want some privacy, eh?" he asked
her.

	"If you don't mind," she replied rather
matter-of-factly.

	The boy got up and smiled. "I'm Takao Satohara. I'm
going to be a student here for a little while."

	Akane raised her eyebrow. "Really?" She still wasn't
impressed. Kasumi had told her that her father had been
with a new student, which was news in and of itself, but
nothing that would surprise her.

	She couldn't say the boy wasn't attractive. Not in
the least; in fact, he was quite a looker among some of
the boys she'd seen at Furinkan. But that didn't interest
her. A boy is a boy, and most, if not all boys, were
perverts. Somehow, she couldn't make an exception for
this one. Especially with the way he was standing,
staring and smiling at her.

	"You gonna stare at me all night, or you gonna let me
practice?" she asked, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

	Takao shook his head. "Nah, I was just leaving."

	He turned away, smile still on his face. Akane didn't
know why, but she felt a small amount of anger rise from
her gut as he turned away.

	How dare he smile like that? As if he knew something
she didn't.

	Akane smiled. Fine then. Time to teach him a lesson.

	"Hey!" Akane called.

	Takao turned around. "Yeah?"

	"You practice the art?"

	"A little."

	Akane smirked. She knew his type. He wouldn't back
down from a challenge. She could tell that just by
looking at him. A typical cocky boy.

	"Wanna spar a little?" She smiled. "I'll take it
easy."

	Takao paused. "I don't know if I should."

	Blink. "What?"

	"I said, I don't think I should."

	That wasn't right. He was supposed to say something
like 'You're just a girl. You couldn't beat me if you
tried!', or 'Let's go.'

	But he didn't. He said 'I don't think I should.'

	"Why not? Afraid you'll lose?" she asked. That was
the ticket, bait him a little more.

	"I guess you could say that."

	She shook her head in confusion. The boy turned
around and continued out the door, and soon he vanished
from sight.

	Akane was left alone with her thoughts, her Dojo and
her confusion.

****

	Damn it.

	She was baiting him. He could tell simply by feeling
her size him up. It took all of his will power to back
down.

	Dammit, Ranma Saotome doesn't back down!

	But Ranma Saotome doesn't hit girls.

	Then again, he wasn't Ranma Saotome anymore. He was
Takao Satohara. Even with cold water, he was Ranko
Satohara.

	But more than once, he felt tempted to accept Akane's
offer. Thankfully, he refrained. If he had fought Akane,
things could have gone horribly wrong.

	Things he didn't even want to think about. Would the
alternate Akane fall in love with him, except for her own
worlds Ranma? Would she end up hating him, and then make
the connection to the other Ranma? He'd be stuck in that
world forever.

	He wanted to get back home. As soon as possible.

	He had never intended to stay in the world he was
currently in. It was a negotiation technique he had
learned from his father that allowed him to hold out
until Aizen Myoo offered to cure his curse.

	But now everything was happening according to plan.
All except for Happosai.

	That was something he hadn't expected. Then again,
nothing ever goes smoothly. It was Murphy's Law. Whatever
can go wrong, will.

	He didn't know who Murphy was, probably some
westerner. Either way, Takao knew that he must have been
a smart man.

****

	"Nabiki?" Akane gawked at her sister as she walked
into the tea room.

	"Don't even say it," she said as she cleaned more
curry off of the seat of her pants with a white tissue.

	Akane just shook her head. "I just met this... person
in the Dojo."

	"Mr. Satohara, I presume?" Nabiki replied. Where had
she heard that name before?

	"Yeah. He's... different."

	Nabiki scoffed. "I'll say." She had no intention of
releasing any information to her sister. At least not
until she found out how much it would be worth to
'Takao'.

	"You've met him?"

	Nabiki shrugged. "I saw him. Quite a looker, eh?"

	Akane blushed. "That's not what I'm saying. He's...
not like other boys. He didn't accept my challenge."

	Nabiki nodded. "There's probably a good reason, sis."
She looked up at Akane. "Are you getting a crush on him?"

	"God, no! Nabiki, are you crazy?"

	"Oh come now, sis. You expect me to believe that you
think every boy is a pervert?"

	"Not every boy. Most of them, though."

	"So this Takao guy is a pervert?"

	"He was talking to the old lech when I went in
there!"

	"Now Akane," Kasumi interrupted, "You really should
show some respect for that old-- I mean, Grandfather
Happosai."

	Akane shook her head. "He's as perverted as they
come. You should have seen how he was staring at me!"

	Nabiki sighed. "Not that it matters anyway, sis."

	Akane shook her head. "By the way, what's with this
new student?"

	"New student?"

	"Yeah. Ranko Sanatoni or something."

	"Satohara, sis... Sato...hara?"

	"Her name is Satohara? Do you think she could be
related to that Takao guy?"

	Nabiki thought for a moment. "For some reason, I
don't have a doubt in my mind."

****

	"All right, Nabiki. Time to put together the facts,"
Nabiki said to herself. She sat down at the desk in her
bedroom and pulled out a tape recorder.

	"Item one," she began, "A girl comes to me because
she needs faked documents, and then she takes the name
'Ranko Satohara.

	"Item two, she then continues to ask where she might
find Ranma Saotome.

	"Item three, a man named Takao Satohara comes to the
Dojo, claiming to want martial arts training.

	"Item four, he admits to the old man that he's from
an alternate earth, and he is in fact, Ranma Saotome."

	Nabiki didn't question that. From the short look she
got of him, she could see a definite resemblance. But
only if she looked. If it wasn't for his build, he could
be a dead ringer for Ranma Saotome.

	"Ranko and Takao Satohara, both affiliated with Ranma
Saotome. There must be some link. There is no way they
could be working separately." She sighed.

	"Note to self; have a long talk with 'Ranko' tomorrow
after school."

****

	"Oh Ranko, you're back!" Nodoka greeted.

	Ranko nodded. "Yeah, I just had to go talk to
someone."

	"Don't worry, dear. I won't get into your business,"
she said. "Dinner is ready, will you join us?"

	Ranko blinked. The mention of food brought waves of
hunger that had been in her for nearly half the day to
the surface.

	Yes. She was hungry.
	
	No. She was starving!
	
	"Yes please, Mrs. Saotome."
	
****

	Genma gasped. He was so used to eating properly for
the past several years, that he was shocked to see how
Ranko ate.

	The stranger thing was, the style in which she ate
was very similar to his own. He watched intently as
Ranko quickly gobbled everything on her plate down, and
then moved to second helpings.

	He even chuckled as she would quickly grab a bite
from Ranma's plate when he wasn't looking. She was fast,
but not fast enough to escape Genma's eyes.

****

	Ranma was amazed. Never had he seen someone eat like
Ranko was doing at that point.

	He reached down to his plate and picked up another
piece of food with his fork.

	She was fast. Ranma thought she might even have been
swallowing the food whole. That wasn't healthy... Was it?

	He put the food in his mouth.
	
	He winced.
	
	Biting down on a hard metal fork without food in ones
mouth was not a smart thing to do. In fact, it hurt! He
took the fork out of his mouth and rubbed his jaw.

	That's funny. He could have sworn he had something on
that fork. Oh well.

	He looked over towards his dad, who was eating as
slowly as he was, but staring at Ranko, and giving the
odd chuckle.

	He looked down at his fathers plate. He chuckled as
he put his fork down to get another piece of food and his
fork hit hard porcelain china.

****

	Genma looked down in disbelief. His food was gone.
All of it.

	But he hadn't seen it happen. He obviously didn't do
it, he had barely gotten four bites since dinner had
started.

****

	Nodoka wasn't paying as much attention as she should
have to Ranko. Only an occasional glance, and feeling of
sympathy.

	Poor dear. Must have been starving!
	
	She looked up for a moment, to take a look at her
husband and son. Both of their plates were finished, and
both of them were staring at each other in confusion.

	"Genma dear, Ranma. You finished your plates
already?"

****

	"That hit the spot," Ranko said to herself as she
walked into the guest room of the Saotome house.

	She lay down on her bed and stared at the ceiling.
Moments later, a familiar face appeared.

	"So how's it going, Saotome?" Aizen Myoo asked.
	
	Ranko paused. By now, she was used to seeing the face
of the washed-out god, but it was still a bit of a shock.

	"Is there any way for you to like... knock or
somethin'?"

	"Why? You don't have anything I haven't seen before."
	
	"That's not the point."
	
	He shrugged. "So, how'd the first day go?"
	
	"It went fine. Could have gone better with the old
freak finding out, though."

	"Old freak?"
	
	"Happosai."
	
	"Oh... I can do something about him."
	
	"Good. That'll make things a lot easier. Whaddya
gonna do? Erase his memory or somethin'?"

	"Heavens, no. If I did that, I could lose my
license!"

	"License?"
	
	"Well yeah, I am the God of Love. If I overstep my
bounds, I could lose my license, and have to live in..."
He shuddered. "The mortal world."

	Ranko narrowed her eyes. "And what's wrong with that?"
	
	"Well, it's obvious! I'd have to stay there until I
can reapply for my license! The way this system is going,
it'll take days!"

	"Days?"
	
	"Yeah. A long time."
	
	Ranko shook her head. "Never mind. So, what do you
plan to do about Happosai?"

	"He's a pervert, right?"

	"Yeah."

	"Well, I'm the God of Love... Get it?"

	Ranko shook her head. "I'm not following."

	"Just trust me, he'll be out of your hair for a few
days."

	Ranko shrugged. "If you say so. How'd your date turn
out, anyway?"

	Aizen Myoo winced. "Let's not go there... literally."

	Ranko laughed. "All right, well I've got school in
the morning. Wanna let me sleep?"

	Aizen Myoo nodded. "Sure thing. Just call me if you
need anything."

	Ranko nodded and watched the face of Aizen Myoo
disappear. She turned over, and closed her eyes.

	Moments later, she was asleep and snoring loudly.

****

	"Ouch!" she cried. "I hate high heels."

	Aizen Myoo looked at herself in the mirror. "Well,
Saotome, you're not the only one who can do this!"

	She twirled around in the revealing dress and smiled.
"I've gotta say. I make a damn cute mortal!"

	And she did. The mortal form which she had assumed
was that of a seventeen year old girl, with flowing black
hair, and a white dress. A little to revealing for her
tastes, but she was dealing with a pervert after all.

	Aizen Myoo walked out of the room and stepped into
the mortal world, right in front of the Tendo Dojo. She
turned around, closed the door and locked it with a key,
as she watched it disappear, she made a mental note of
it's location.

	Not hard to find if one was looking for it. Right in
front of the front gates. Easy enough.

	She sighed, and jumped over the wall.

	Or rather, she tried to. Mortal form yes, divine
powers, no. She had to remind herself of that constantly.
If she was in mortal form, in the mortal realm, she had
no powers. It was a good thing she had the key back into
the Kami Realm right in her hand.

	She tried to gain entry again, but this time she
pushed open the gate and walked around to the tea room
entrance.

****

	"Are you crazy? If old man Myoo catches us in here,
he'll kill us!" Masa, an overly cautious Kitsune said to
his friend.

	Kire shook his head. "Don't worry, dude. See that
door?"

	"Yeah." Masa nodded.

	"That means he's in the mortal realm."

	"Yuck."

	"Exactly. He'll be there for a while."

	Masa walked over and examined the door. "You're sure
about this?"

	"Yeah. Come on, we've gotta think of something to do
to him."

	"I'm not sure--"

	"What are you, chicken?"

	"Hey, I never said--"

	Kire smiled and did a mock chicken strut as he
chanted. "Buck, buck, bukaa!"

	"Hey, now come on--"

	"You scared?"

	"NO!" Masa cried. He then hit the door in front of
him in rage, causing a hole the size of a Kitsune's fist
to be ripped through it.

	"Uhh, Masa."

	"What?"

	"You just made a hole in the dimensional door."

	"So?"

	"They fall in on themselves if they're damaged in any
way."

	Masa paused. "You mean..."

	"If old man Myoo is out there, then he ain't coming
back through that door."

	Masa's eyes went wide. "I... I uhh..."

	"Masa?"

	"Yeah?"

	"I couldn't have thought of a better prank myself!"

****

	Great. Getting in was easy enough, it seems the
Tendo's don't really lock they're back door. Getting
through the house, however, was another matter.

	Aizen Myoo scanned the room as best as her mortal
eyes could accustom to the darkness. She was vaguely
aware of the layout of the home, but she knew that
Happosai's bedroom was on the first floor.

	At least, in Saotome's world. This, however, was
slightly different.

	He made his way into the bedroom. Damn! Empty. This
room looked like a guest room of some sort. He walked out
and looked around again.

	The stairs by the main entrance were vaguely lit. The
only other place the old pervert could have been was
upstairs.

	Dang dimensional door regulations. If only she could
have opened the door right in front of the old man's
bedroom, would have made things so much easier. But the
regulations stated that they could only be opened on
public property. Just great.

	She started up the stairs slowly, so as not to make
any noise. As a god, she had no need for martial arts
training, so frankly, as she thought she was being quiet,
three martial artists in the house heard her every step.

****

	Soun sighed. It was probably Nabiki sneaking out
again to meet one of her friends. Not much to worry
about, he turned over to fall asleep.

****

	Akane frowned. It wasn't like Nabiki to make so much
noise leaving, or coming back into the house as it were.
Nothing to worry about, though.

	The strange thing was, she never even heard Nabiki
leave.

****

	Happosai knew the tell-tale sounds quite well. Size
8, high heeled. The woman weighed about 105 pounds, about
seventeen years of age. He smiled as his calculations
went to more... private measurements.

****

	Heh. Who needs martial arts? She did it just fine
with a pair of high heels. She winced as she realized she
would have done much better barefoot. Oh well. There was
only one room it could be. The old Saotome room, which,
if Aizen Myoo could recall correctly, was the largest.

	It made her wonder why Happosai took the downstairs
room in the other world.

	Ah well, no use worrying about it. She moved to the
door, ever so quietly, and walked in.

	She was greeted by a glomp.

	The feeling was unfamiliar to Aizen Myoo. She didn't
know whether to scream, or to moan. She wasn't female at
heart, but the feeling of an old man squirming around
between her breasts was definitely... invasive.

	"Hey there, cutie!" Happosai yelled.

	The confusion welled up in Aizen Myoo for a few more
seconds before she finally took the initiative and
pounded the old pervert over the head, sending him
crashing into the ground.

	"Ow!" he exclaimed.

	"Now you listen to me, you old--... uhh... you old,
sweet man," she said, trying to be as cute as possible.

	Happosai looked up at Aizen Myoo with sparkles in his
eyes.

	"I need a... uhh... a favour! That's it! A favour!"

	"What's that, dearie?"

	"There's a... secret treasure of my family that was
stolen by some... uhh... Amazons! If you could get it
back for me, I'd be very, very grateful."

	Happosai thought some more. "How grateful?"

	Aizen Myoo leaned towards Happosai and said as
demurely as she could, "very grateful."

	Happosai stood up. "Very well. What is this treasure
which has been stolen."

	"Uhh..." Aizen Myoo stammered, "It's uhh.. a brooch!
It's called the... uhh... reversal jewel. Yeah, that's
it!"

	"The reversal jewel, eh? Fear not, young maiden, I'll
return it for you!" He smiled. "But first."

	This time, it only took Aizen Myoo a few seconds to
pry the old pervert from between her breasts. Damn
nuisances. How do women handle those things, anyways?

	But then, why did she have to choose a form that was
so well endowed?

	"All right, then sweetie-pie! I'm off to get the
brooch for you!" Happosai said as he bounded out the
window. But not before blowing her a kiss.

	Aizen Myoo shuddered as she heard the old man's
cackling voice in the night.

	She got up, and walked out the door. That was easy
enough. In fact, too easy. All she had to do now was get
back to the door she left outside the front gates, and
everything would be fine.

****

	Happosai bounded away, happily humming to himself. He
left his collection behind, but that didn't matter. Once
he got back, there wouldn't be much need for the
collection.

	He paused in thought. Amazons. Something twinged in
his memory.

	"SWEETO!" he yelled into the nights sky.

****

	Getting out of the house was easy. This time, she
remembered to take off the heels. There was no more need
for them. Going out by the front door, she walked out of
the gate.

	She remembered the exact spot she left the door, and
pulled the key out of her pocket.

	She plunged it into the invisible lock.

	And nothing happened.

	Aizen Myoo shrugged. She was probably a few feet off,
she tried again.

	Nothing.

	Frustrated, she reached her hand out to feel for the
door. It wasn't where she left it.

	Maybe she just miscalculated. She reached around some
more.

	Still nothing.

	Feeling her now-mortal heart beat a tad faster, she
reached around frantically.

	Nothing. Absolutely Nothing.

	"Oh crap," she said.

****



From: kyle_emmerson@geocities.com (Kyle Emmerson)

			Divinity



	Ranma ? and all of its characters and situations are
the creation and property of Rumiko Takahashi. I use
these characters and situations without permission.

	Chapter Four: Gods Among Us

****

	"Not good," she said to herself. "Definitely not
good."

	Aizen Myoo felt around frantically for the
dimensional door. So far, there was no luck.

	"Where the hell is the door?!" she shouted.

	She felt around a bit more, then tried to
frantically
plunge her key into a magical door that just wasn't
there.

	About an hour later, she gave up.

	"Damn it!" she yelled. Now what was she going to do?
She had no way to get back because she had lost the door,
and worse yet, she was in human form. Even worse, human
FEMALE form.

	Great. Now she knew how Ranma felt. Except hers was
a bit more permanent, and she didn't have the perks of her
usual form.

	She leaned against the wall and sighed. She needed
help... She needed a plan... She needed... Wait... That's
it!

	"Izanagi!" she cried. Why didn't she think of this
before? Izanagi would help out, after all, he did
authorize her judgement upon Saotome. Sure, this would be
a breeze.

	If he showed up.

	"Izanagi! Hey old man, come on! Help me out here!"

	"Hey, you wanna keep it down?" a voice called from
behind.

	Aizen Myoo turned around. Before her stood a man
wearing plaid golf pants, a striped shirt with a cardigan
overtop, and a plaid beret.

	"Iza...nagi?" she asked.

	"You called, what do you want? I was in the middle
of a game with Odin... he's up two par!"

	Aizen Myoo shook her head. "I... I misplaced my
door, I can't get back. Can you give me a lift?"

	"You didn't misplace the bloody door, boy. A couple
kitsune got in there."

	"Kitsune?" She cried. "It was Kire and Masa, wasn't
it?"

	"I'm not at liberty to say."

	Aizen Myoo continued to shake her head. "Look, can
you give me a lift back?"

	"Sure."

	"Great, thanks a lot! I owe you one..."

	"Right before your trial starts."

	"I... TRIAL? For what?"

	"Well, apparently Anuket has filed a sexual
harassment suit against you."

	"Sexual harassment?! Are you serious? She tried to
bite my--"

	"I won't hear this now, Aizen. Wait until the
hearing."

	"Well, when's the hearing?"

	"About two weeks. Pending on the result, I'll be
able to take you back into the Kami realm."

	Aizen Myoo sputtered. "You mean I can't go back?"

	Izanagi shook his head. "Sorry, boy. Law says you
must cease and desist any godly powers until the hearing
is over."

	"Well, just take me back, I promise I won't--"

	"Remember the Apollo vs. Amaterasu fight?"

	Aizen Myoo blinked. "Yeah."

	"Remember what both parties said to each other?"

	"Yeah, that they wouldn't use their powers against
one another."

	"Well, remember what happened?"

	"The sun blanked out for a few years. So?"

	"Half of mankind were killed, Aizen! You know what
it's like to freeze to death? Mortals do! We had to make
up that whole 'locked in a cave' story to save face! If
we told the mortals Apollo and Amaterasu were fighting
like cats and dogs, the Kami would never live it down!"

	Aizen Myoo shook his head. "Fine, but will you just
let me change back into a--"

	"Sorry boy, as I said. No godly powers."

	"Well, can you change me--"

	"Can't do that either. Against KCB Regulations.
Section 4.32 Paragraph 2, Subsection 4. No kami, living
or dead, may assist a kami who is awaiting a hearing, by
using their powers to help them to an advantage in any
way or form."

	"Screw KCB! Nobody follows those rules!"

	Izanagi sighed. "I know, but I've got the muses on
my tail."

	Aizen Myoo blinked. "The muses?"

	"Yeah. Bloody paparazzi," he muttered. "Anyway,
I've got to head back to the game..."

	"Wait!" Aizen Myoo cried. "What am I supposed to do
here?"

	Izanagi shrugged. "Whatever you want. Have fun, I'll
come get you in two weeks."

	"But I've got nowhere to stay! Nothing to do! How
will I eat? Mortals need to eat to survive!"

	Izanagi shrugged. "All right, listen. I'll help you
out this much, but if the muses ask, it wasn't me, got
it?"

	"Fine."

	Izanagi snapped his fingers. "Done!"

	"What's done?"

	"You are now enrolled in Furinkan High School. Class
1-F, show up first thing in the morning. As for a place
to sleep, theres a guest room on the bottom floor of the
Tendo Dojo."

	"Guest room? But what about the people--"

	"Look, the only one of importance has been taken
care of. She shouldn't even bat an eye at you in the
morning."

	"Really?"

	"Sure, just go and sleep, then get ready for school
in the morning."

	Aizen Myoo sighed. "Two weeks is all?"

	"Yes."

	"And after that I can return?"

	"Provided the outcome of the hearing is in your
favour."

	"Fine. But if I die, I want to be resurrected post
haste!"

	"All right, but you'll be deposited right back here
on earth."

	"That's fine."

	"By the way, what's with this timeline? I authorized
you to pass judgement on that Saotome chap, but I don't
remember anything about authorizing a timeline flux."

	"Uhh... Izanami said I could!"

	Izanagi cringed at the sound of the name. "Blasted
ex. She's already collecting enough on child support, but
now she goes over my head? Damn good thing she's in the
Yomi realm, otherwise I'd--"

	"Izanagi?"

	"Yes, boy?"

	"You're babbling."

	"Oh right. Anyhow, I've got to get back to my game.
Odin has probably played through. Oh well, talk to you in
two weeks."

	A moment later, Izanagi disappeared.

	Aizen Myoo sighed, and then turned towards the Tendo
Dojo.

****

	The inside, Aizen found, was not what she had
expected. When Izanagi had said things would be arranged,
she expected arranged to the liking of a god.

	This, however, was not to the liking of a god.

	A futon, a dresser in the corner complete with a
vanity mirror and arrangement of clothing, and several
posters consistent with school aged girls in Japan. Idol
singers and anime.

	Aizen Myoo was not impressed. Where was the bed with
posts of gold? The multi-million dollar karaoke equipment
and personal servant?

	"This sucks," she said to herself.

	She took another glanced around to room before
sitting on her futon. "Not even a TV... What am I
supposed to do all night?"

	"Sleeping would be an idea," a voice called from the
entrance to the bedroom. Aizen Myoo turned around quickly
and tensed up.

	She recognized the girl at the doorway. She was one
of the girls that lived in the house. Not Ranma's
fiancee, but another. The middle daughter. What WAS her
name?

	"Sorry, girl," she laughed, "I just heard you
walking around down here and thought I'd come and see what
was going on."

	Aizen Myoo nodded. "I.. uhh... I was just getting
ready for bed..."

	The girl shook her head. "No need to explain it to
me, Aizen. You've more than paid your way. Why you had to
do it in the middle of the night, however, is beyond me."

	"Uhh, thanks..."

	"Name's Nabiki. Your father came and talked to me
earlier today. I had expected you earlier," Nabiki
trailed off. She looked deep in thought for a moment.
"Actually, no. I'm lying. I didn't expect you earlier for
some reason, but you're here now, so that's all that
there is to worry about."

	Aizen nodded. "You know my name?"

	"Sure. Aizen Kamibaka. Strange last name, I've gotta
say. 'Idiot god'?"

	Aizen narrowed her eyes. "Thanks."

	Nabiki took a quick look around the room before
speaking again. "You sure moved your things in here
quietly. I don't even think my dad or sister would have
heard you, and I was awake for the past half hour."

	"You were?"

	"Oh sure, the old man was yelling something or other
earlier. Woke me up, but that doesn't matter. I'll let
you go to sleep now. I'll talk to you in the morning,
Aizen." Nabiki waved, and then walked out the door to
leave Aizen 'Kamibaka' alone with her thoughts.

	And her thoughts, to say the least, were not
pleasant.

	She knew what happened. Izanagi had placed a memory
into Nabiki's mind. Probably even placed a fair amount of
money into her back account. She couldn't remember that
much about Nabiki, but she knew that money was what make
her tick.

	After yawning, Aizen came to a horrible realization.

	She would have to sleep.

	Gods, she hated being a mortal.

****

	"Baa?" Anuket asked.

	"No, he won't be coming back for a while," Izanagi
replied. "At least two weeks."

	"Baa!"

	"Don't worry, after the hearing, we'll think of some
other way to keep him there. I despise him as much, if
not more that you, Anuket. I thought this Saotome chap
would beat the living daylights out of him, but he took
the peaceful route. Either Aizen Myoo is too smart for
his own good, or too dumb."

	"Baa?"

	"That's what I thought. Smart obviously isn't the
right word for him."

	"Baa, baa!"

	"Yes, well I'll see you at the hearing, Anuket. I'll
see what I can do about the jury."

	"Baa, baa!"

	"No, I don't have time to sing a song."

	"Baa?" Anuket asked, fluttering her eyelids.

	Izanagi sighed. "Fine then. Only one verse, though."

****

	"Ranma, dear. Time to wake up," Nodoka said softly
as she knocked on Ranma's bedroom door.

	"Ssfo sfrweeyt Lrawncko," he replied into his
pillow. "Nawt ggo tuhoo sckoewl tuhdaiy..."

	"Get up, Boy," Genma said as he passed by the room.

	"I'm up!" he exclaimed as he shot up from his
pillow.

	"Genma, dear. Would you go and wake Ranko up? I'll
have breakfast ready in a moment."

	Genma yawned as he nodded, and then trudged off to
the guest room.

	He knocked on the door. "Ranko?" he asked.

	No reply.

	He tried again. "Ranko?" he asked again, still no
reply.

	Sighing, he opened the door a little notch and
slowly peeked his head in, ready to pull it out just in
case.

	Ranko was decent, but still asleep. "Ranko?" he
asked, this time a little quieter than the moment before.

	She twitched a little, and then rolled over on her
futon.

	Genma stepped further into the room and spoke again.
"Hello? Ranko!"

	Another movement.

	Genma sighed. That child was even more of a sleeper
than his own lazy son. He stepped closer to her and knelt
down.

	"Ranko?" he asked as he gripped her shoulder and
shook it a little.

	It wasn't long before he realized his mistake and
was planted into the wall upside down. But it took a moment
longer to realize exactly what happened, which was about
three moments after Ranko had apologized and explained
it.

	Apparently, Genma found out the hard way, that you
never touch a sleeping Ranko, unless you want to lose
teeth. He had grabbed her shoulder while she lay down,
and her reflex was to grab the arm of whoever had touched
her shoulder, and fling them across the room.

	Genma was on the ground again before he could speak.

	"Where did you learn that?" he asked Ranko dazedly.

	"I uhh... my dad took me on a training trip. A
really long one, and he taught me all he knew."

	Genma nodded. "Somehow, I don't find that hard to
believe. The old Master must have taught his son well."

	Ranko blinked. "I uhh... guess you could say that."

	Genma shook his head. "Anyhow, my wife has made
breakfast for us, we should go out, and then you and
Ranma should get ready for school."

	Ranko blinked, and then nodded.

****

	"Oh my," Kasumi exclaimed.

	"Who is she, Akane?" Soun cried, looking into the
room.

	"Or better yet, how did she moved her furniture in
without us noticing?" Kasumi asked again.

	Akane cracked her knuckles. "She's an uninvited
guest."

	"On the contrary, sis," Nabiki interrupted. "She's a
paid guest. She's paying room and board, so there's
nothing to worry about."

	"Nabiki? What is the meaning of this?" Soun asked.
"Why didn't you at least tell me?"

	Nabiki shrugged. "You never asked."

	After a moment of blinking, Soun shrugged. "I
suppose you're right."

	"Does this mean we'll be having one more place to
set at the table?" Kasumi asked.

	"Does she know any martial arts?" Akane added.

	"Yes, and I don't know. Look, she should wake up in
a moment, why don't you ask her then?"

	"You guys wanna keep it down? I'm just getting used
to this sleep thing," the sleeping girl called from the
room.

	Akane could only blink.

****

	"So, Aizen. Where are you from?" Soun asked, trying
to make conversation at the breakfast table.

	"Oh, uh... Here and there, really. I've been living
in the uhh... *cough*kamirealm*cough* for most of my
life," she replied.

	"Gesundheit," Kasumi remarked.

	"Kamireyun? Isn't that near Okinawa?" Akane asked,
unsure of her geography.

	"Yeah, I think so," Aizen replied.

	"So you'll be going to Furinkan, then?"

	"Yeah, class 1-F."

	Akane blinked. "That's my class. Are you the new
student?"

	"No, there's another student I think," Aizen
replied.

	Nabiki nodded. "Yeah. That class is getting pretty
clouded. Is Hinako going to be able to take it?"

	"Oh dear, I hope so. She never called me to let me
know how her date with Yoshi went!"

	"I'm sure it went fine, sis," Nabiki rolled her
eyes. "If Yoshi got out of line, Hinako will put him back in
line."

	"Which reminds me, Kasumi," Soun spoke up. "Why did
she stop by yesterday?"

	"I think she needed another treatment from Master
Happosai. She said she was feeling lightheaded."

	Akane scoffed. "Treatment, yeah right. Like the old
lecher could actually do her some good. I swear, the reason
she's always coming around is because that old lecher can
cop a feel."

	"Akane, dear. Master Lecher-- err. Master Happosai
is only trying to help her out," Kasumi interrupted. "He's
is always a gentleman around her, and asks for my help."

	Aizen could only stare, and fill her face with
breakfast as the family bickered over the old lecher. Aizen
briefly let her mind wander when she was interrupted yet
again.

	"So, do you have a uniform ready, Aizen?" Akane
asked.

	Aizen blinked. "Uniform?"

	"You don't have a uniform, do you?"

	"No... do I need one?"

	Akane shook her head.

	"I think I may be able to help," Kasumi smiled. "I
have an old Furinkan uniform. Would you like to borrow
it?"

	Aizen stammered. "I... I... uniform?"

	"Sure, you don't expect to go in THAT, do you?"
Akane asked.

	Aizen looked down at her dress. She was still
wearing the white dress that revealed her legs and cleavage
quite effectively.

	"What's wrong with this?" She asked.

****

	"Well, Ranko, dear. What's wrong with it is it's not
part of the Furinkan dress code," Nodoka replied.

	"I wore this to my old school. Theres nothing wrong
with it," Ranko shot back. "Besides, I don't have a
uniform."

	"That can be remedied very quickly, dear," Nodoka
smiled. "I'll allow you to wear one of mine. It should
fit you quite nicely."

	Ranko blinked. She didn't want to KNOW why her
mother had school girls uniform. After noticing a subtle
smirk arise from Genma, she was CERTAIN she didn't want to
know.

	"That's uh... all right, don't worry about it. I'll
pick one up when I'm there today."

	Nodoka shook her head. "They may not even allow you
upon the school grounds, dear."

	"That's a risk I'm willing to take," Ranko said
defiantly.

	Nodoka sighed. Then she smirked.

****

	"I can't believe I'm wearing this," Aizen
complained.

	"What's wrong? Never worn a uniform before?" Akane
asked.

	"It's not that. It's just the skirt. I'll never get
used to this."

	"What do you mean? You act like you don't wear
skirts or something," Nabiki mentioned.

	"I don't," Aizen deadpanned.

	Akane blinked again. "Then what were you wearing
last night?"

	"That was a... uhh... special occasion."

	"I'll bet."

	"Hey, how far is this school anyway?" Aizen asked.

****

	"It's about three blocks down, then we hang a right,
then--"

	"I know how to get to Furinkan, thank you," Ranko
said through her teeth.

	"What's the matter? You're a girl, right? You should
have no problem wearing a dress," Ranma asked.

	Ranko winced at the use of the word 'girl' and
'dress'. She glared at Ranma and then replied, "You will
not address me as a girl, nor will you bring up the
dress, understood?"

	Ranma backed down immediately. "Understood," he said
quietly.

	"That's better," she replied.

	A few moments of silence passed before Ranma stopped
dead in his tracks. Ranko turned back and looked at him.

	"What's the matter?"

	He could only point. Ranko followed his finger to
several meters away, on the other side of the street.
Three girls walked up the sidewalk.

	Ranko could recognize two of them.

	"Akane? Why'd you stop for her?" Ranko asked. Could
it be that her work would be easily done? Did Ranma
already have feelings for her?

	The words escaped Ranma's mouth slowly, but each
word was said with ferocity and fear. "D... Devil
mercenary..." he stammered.

	Ranko narrowed her eyes, unamused. "Nabiki?"

	Ranma simply nodded.

****

	"Bless you," Aizen said.

	"Thanks," Nabiki replied after rubbing her nose. It
wasn't like her to sneeze so suddenly. Oh well, nothing
to worry about.

	"So the school isn't too far from here, then?"

	"Nope, we'll be there in five minute," Akane
announced.

	"So, what's school like, anyway?" Aizen asked.

	Nabiki stopped. "What do you mean? Haven't you ever
been to school?"

	Aizen shook her head.

	"You're joking, right?"

	"Why would I do that?"

	Nabiki rolled her eyes and shook her head. In doing
so, she noticed something from behind them.

	She noticed Ranko Satohara, and smiled. "Well, if it
isn't Ms. Ranko Satohara herself."

	Aizen blinked in confusion. "Who?"

	Nabiki pointed back. "Her, that girl next to Ranma
Saotome."

	"RANMA!?" Aizen yelled, excitedly. She turned around
and zeroed in on one of the approaching figures. It took her
all of three seconds to cross the distance between them.

****

	"HEY!" Ranma yelled as he was thrown of balance by
someone. Someone in a dress. Someone with flowing black
hair. Someone with two, big--

	A girl! He was thrown off balance by a girl! Who was
holding him! Tightly!

	"Saotome! It's SO good to see you!" the girl
exclaimed. "You'll never believe what happened to me after
taking care of the old lecher last night!"

	Ranma blinked. He had no idea what the girl was
talking about, but he didn't care either. He just let his
hands wander briefly.

	"Saotome? Why are you touching me like that?" the
girl asked, then pushed him away a bit.

	There was something wrong. The girl stared at the
dazed Ranma confusedly for a moment. Finally, something
dawned on her and she noticed the other girl with him, who
was staring, open-mouthed and wide eyed.

	"Whoops," she said.

****

	Great, Aizen. The perfect thing to do. Glomp onto
the WRONG Ranma...

	"Uhh, excuse me?" Ranko asked.

	"Ran... uh... ko?" Aizen returned.

	"That's my name. I asked who you were," she replied,
unamused.

	"Oh come on, you don't recognize me?"

	"Should I?"

	"Ranm--ko, come on! I just talked to you last
night!"

	Ranko blinked in response. "What?"
	  
	Aizen gestured towards a still dazed Ranma before
saying her name. "Aizen!"

	Ranko let her eyes go wide. She looked over towards
Ranma and glared.

	"Listen, you pervert, I've gotta go talk to her. Can
you get to school on your own?" she asked him.

	"Yes, Mommy. I'd like some milk," he replied.

	Ranko shook her head sadly. "I'll take that as a
yes." she reached out and grabbed Aizen's hand and yanked
her off to a side road.

****

	"Well," Akane muttered. "What do you suppose that
was all about?"

	Nabiki was still staring. "I... have no idea. I
wasn't even aware they knew each other."

	"So that girl was Ranko Satohara? She's the girl
that bumped into me yesterday while I was jogging. I think
she also came to class looking for Ranma Saotome, too."

	Nabiki looked at her sister. "Is that so? It seems
Ms. Satohara does get around, doesn't she?"

	"What do you mean?"

	"Nothing, come on, we'll be late for the fight."

	Akane shook her head and sighed.

****

	"What the hell are you doing?" Ranko asked.

	"I'm going to school, what's it look like?" Aizen
replied.

	"But why do you look like... THAT?!"

	"Hey, this wasn't really my choice, you know! I...
I... well... I kinda... sorta... got... trapped here."

	"Trapped? What the hell do you mean?"

	"Hey, it wasn't my fault! A couple Kitsune destroyed
my dimensional door!"

	"I could care less if a Kappa was living in your
toilet!"

	"Hey, leave Kai out of this! He's within his rights
in there!"

	Ranko shook her head. "Fine, you're trapped. But
what were you doing here like THAT in the first place?!"

	"Well, you wanted me to handle Happosai, right?"

	Ranko's jaw dropped. "You... handled him?"
								   
	Aizen nodded.

	"What did you do?"

	"Well, I thought this was rather clever myself. I
sent him to China to find something called the Reversal
Jewel. Pretty clever, eh?"

	Ranko's jaw dropped even further towards the ground.
"You WHAT?!"

	"Relax, it's been lost to the kami for generations.
Everyone thinks it was destroyed a long time ago."

	"You IDIOT! The Reversal Jewel is still around!
Cologne has it!"

	"A fragrance?"

	"No! Cologne, hello? You up on my life or what?
Cologne, the old ghoul! Matriarch of the amazons!"

	Aizen blinked for a moment before reality dawned.
"Oh," she said.

	"Oh? Oh? Is that all you have to say? Oh?", Ranko
yelled. "Do you realize what you've done!"

	"Of course I do, I'm not stupid! I... uhh... refresh
my memory?"

	"You've just added the Amazons into the equation!
And Happosai will come back with tonnes of them on his tail!
If I end up having to fight any of them, it's not gonna be
pretty!"

	Aizen shook his head. "Relax, it's not like you'll
be added into this."

	"Look, my life is messed up enough as it is back in
my world, I won't have you do this to this Ranma!"

	"Well, I... Look, I'll do my research next time...
I'll send him to... Phoenix Mountain to get a magic egg, how
about that?"

	"Saffron and Kima."

	"Fine... then the Musk to get the locking ladle!"

	"Herb, Lime and Mint."

	"Boy, you do get around, don't you?"

****

	"Such a wonder, to gaze upon your gracefulness in
defeating those who are unworthy to you, Akane Tendo,"
Tatewaki said as he took up a kendo stance. "And now I
challenge you, to earn the path to your heart, so that I may
love, and be loved under more public circumstance."

	Akane stood and watched, un amused as ever. "Fine,

whatever." She said.

	Kuno lunged towards Akane with amazing speed.
"Forgive me should I harm you, Akane Tendo," he yelled, "For
it is love that makes me do so!"

	All it took was a foot to a face, and Kuno was flat
on his back. Akane had barely even worked up a sweat.

	"Well, that took even shorter than usual," Nabiki
grinned from the sidelines.

	Akane merely shrugged and continued her way into
class. Nabiki stood behind, shaking her head at the
unconscious Kuno.

	A moment later, two more arrivals walked into the
schoolyard. One of them looked around confusedly at the
scores of unconscious boys.

	"What'd I miss?" Aizen asked.

	Ranko laughed. "I guess because I wasn't around to
get engaged to her, the fights kept going."

	"Fights?"

	"You really do your research, don't you?"

	Aizen shrugged.

	Just out of earshot, Nabiki yelled at the two of
them. Ranko picked up the sound and ran over to her,
dragging Aizen behind them.

	"What's wrong?"

	"Give me a hand here, would you?" Nabiki asked,
pulling on Kuno's arm.

	Ranko shrugged and heft Kuno over her shoulder, and
began to walk as if he were as light as a school bag.

	Aizen just shrugged and followed, while Nabiki
stared incredulously.

****

	"My love," he muttered in his sleep. "Hath forsaken
me."

	"Is he always like this?" Aizen asked. "He talks
like Shakespeare or something."

	"Yeah, he's always challenging my sister. It gets
annoying after a while," Nabiki replied.

	Ranko merely shrugged. "I could care less. I'm gonna
head to class, meet you there, Aizen."

	Aizen nodded.

	"Oh, Ranko," Nabiki called. "One more thing, I need
to talk to you after school."

	Ranko blinked. "About what?"

	"Just someone named Takao Satohara, nothing too
important."

	Ranko tensed up. "Uhh... okay." Was all she could
answer with. A moment later, she was off to class.

	Aizen continued to hover around Kuno's head and
stare. "Gods, these shoes sure leave an impression."

****

	The haziness had enveloped him. For how long, he was
unsure, but it had nonetheless.

	But any haziness given to him so gracefully by one
who loved him, and whom he loved in return was well worth
it.

	Tatewaki Kuno reveled in his haziness and
disorientation.

	"Goddess...love..."

	What was that? Tatewaki could have sworn he heard
something. A singsong voice that cut through to his very
heart. He opened his eyes.

	Through the haziness he could see a beauteous
vision, surrounded by white. She had black, flowing hair and
the face of an angel.

	Which is what she was. He was sure of it. The vision
he saw before him was that of an angel, or goddess.

	That was it. What he had heard earlier. She was
quite obviously the goddess of love, come to Tatewaki to
deliver unto him her love.

	Of course, had Tatewaki known what she had really
said, it really wouldn't have made a difference.

****

	"My... Goddess," he muttered.

	Aizen backed away involuntarily. "I... uhh... don't
like the sound of that."

	Nabiki smirked. This would be interesting.

	Aizen looked around frantically as Kuno began to
stir around. "I'd.. uhh.. better get to class..."

	Nabiki did all she could to keep from chuckling.

	Aizen was out the door in a matter of seconds.

	"Well, Kuno-baby, looks like you missed out again."

	"Oh... Crepes..." he muttered.