“Whaddaya mean we’ve been enrolled at Sasami’s
school?” Ranma-chan exclaimed in horror.

“Just that. Katsuhito-san took the liberty to get us
enrolled,” Nabiki replied.

Ranma-chan pulled Nabiki close, so their noses were
nearly touching. “How could he do that? Our last names are
FAKE!” Ranma-chan whispered fiercely. “Our first names are FAKE!
How can you enroll two FAKE people?”

“I don’t know how he did it or why, all I know is that it
looks like they want us to get an education,” Nabiki said. “Besides
I like school.”

“Keh, you would,” Ranma-chan muttered. “I don’t know
why I gotta go to school.”

“Because you need an education, young lady,” Katsuhito
explained as he entered the room.

“I don’t need an education, jiji. It ain’t gonna do me any
good,” Ranma-chan retorted, crossing her arms over her chest.

“A good education is a strong foundation for your future,”
Katsuhito intoned wisely. “Besides, you’ll be in the same class
group as Sasami. You and Sasami are both Sophmore’s. That
way you can keep an eye on her if she gets into trouble.” The old
man smiled, winked, and left the room.

“Well that was odd,” Nabiki whispered. "Why would
someone as nice as Sasami get into trouble?"

‘The old man knows something,’ Ranma-chan thought,
annoyed by the revelation.

Nabiki’s hand landed on Ranma-chan’s shoulder. “Don’t
worry about it. You still got a week before school starts.”

“Yeah, that’s true I guess, but still. . . I think I’d rather
have gone to prison. . .” the redhead muttered jokingly.

Disclaimer: I own neither Ranma ½ or Tenchi Muyo, their
respective owners, Rumiko Takahashi and Masaki Kajishima
do. If I owned either of them, I wouldn’t be writing this fic,
that’s for sure!

“There is nothing on earth intended for innocent people so
horrible as a school. To begin with, it is a prison. But it is in some
respects more cruel than a prison. In a prison, for instance, you
are not forced to read books written by the warders and the
governor. . . In prison they may torture your body; but they do not
torture your brains.”
Bernard Shaw, Parents and Children

AN: This ignores GXP and the 3rd OAV of Tenchi Muyo

V 2.0 (May 26th, 2007)

Juraian Knight
A Ranma ½/ Tenchi Muyo Crossover
By Hawk

Chapter 5 - New Students

Ranma-chan groaned as the class bell went off, signaling
the beginning of the first day of school.

“That week went by way too fast,” she muttered as she
laid her head on her desk, preparing to take her first school nap of
the year.

“Oh God, it’s horrible!” Ranma-chan wailed, flailing her
arms about to make it seem more dramatic.

“Oh come on, Ranko-chan, it hasn’t been that bad.
Besides, you slept through it all,” Sasami replied while giggling at
Ranma-chan’s antics.

Ranma-chan blushed, embarrassed, and muttered, “Gave
me nightmares.”

“Yes, well it’s lunch now. I think you’ll make it through the
rest of the day,” Sasami said as they walked toward an empty
spot in the front yard.

“Ah, yes, my favorite subject: lunch,” Ranma-chan stated,
looking down at the bento Sasami had prepared. “This looks great,
Sasami,” she said before she heard someone walk up behind her.
She looked up, noticing a tall, lanky boy had walked in front of
her, blocking her path.

“Hey there, hot stuff. You must be new here,” he said
grinning. “My name’s Genzo Ishiisumi. What’s yours?”

“My name?” Ranma-chan repeated and looked for
Sasami. “My name’s none of your business.” She saw Sasami
standing a little ways away, watching her with pleading eyes.
Ranma-chan grunted. “Get outta my wa-” she started to say while
stepping around Genzo.

Another person stepped in front of her, blocking her again.
“Is this guy bothering you?” he asked, pushing Genzo slightly.

Ranma-chan growled slightly. “Yeah, he was. Now if you
don’t mind, I’d like to eat my lunch.”

“Oh, but I do mind. Ever since I saw you, just a couple
minutes ago, I’ve minded. . . you that is. . .”

Ranma-chan felt like throwing up.

“My name is Jinnai Toyoda. I am the 18th grand nephew
of Kiichiro Toyoda, the founder of Toyota. I’m sure you’re
charmed. And you are?”

“Hated by God, apparently,” Ranma-chan mumbled.

She made to move past Jinnai to get to Sasami when she
was cut off by Genzo again, who took the opportunity to put his
arm over Ranma-chan’s shoulders.

“Nunofyer-chan and I were just about to leave and have
lunch together,” Genzo stated.

“The only thing you’re gonna have are your nuts kicked
into your stomach if you don’t let go of me in three seconds,”
Ranma-chan growled. “1. . .”

“Who says she wants to go anywhere with you? I’m sure
she’d rather spend lunch with me,” Jinnai retorted.

“2. . .”

“I saw her first, Jinnai, so back off!” Genzo shot back.

“3!” Foot meets nuts, Genzo meets ground.

Jinnai barked out a laugh. “I think that’s proof enough that
she doesn’t want to go with you.”

Ranma’s fist slammed into Jinnai’s gut. “I don’t want to go
anywhere with you either,” she said before stomping over to
Sasami in a huff.

“Sorry ‘bout that, Sasami. Stupid guys wouldn’t let me
go.” Ranma-chan grinned at the blue haired girl. “Come on, lets go
eat.”

Sasami smiled happily, glad that her friend hadn’t
abandoned her for the very boys that hated her the most. The two
sat under the tree they had been heading for and opened their
bento’s.

“Lets eat!” Ranma-chan exclaimed.

Sasami giggled and shouted out, “Lets eat!”

The two began digging into their food, Ranma-chan eating
three times as fast as Sasami.

Ranma-chan stopped for a moment, mouth full of food.
“Thisth isth great!” She swallowed. “You’re amazing, Sasami!”

Said girl blushed at the praise. “I’m glad you like it. I’ll
show you how to make it one day.”

“Uh. . . n-no, no. You don’t have to. That’s ok. I’m
good,” Ranma-chan replied nervously. It wasn’t so much that she
didn’t want to be girly and cook, it was more that she wanted to
avoid the hot water that usually was used when making food.

Sasami’s face fell slightly. “Oh, ok.”

A shadow loomed over them, blocking out the sun. “Do
ya mind, or do I have to teach you guys another lesson?” Ranma-
chan growled, trying to see the face of the person standing over
them as the sun outlined the strangers frame and shone into her
eyes.

“Whoa! Whoa! Don’t attack!” the person said, the voice
clearly female. She sat down, cross-legged and placed her bento
down in front of her.

Ranma-chan stared and gulped. ‘Wow, she’s. . . uh. . .
uh. . . wow!’ The word Ranma-chan was look for was ‘hot’.

The girl had long, dark green hair, her eyes, sparkling like
emeralds, were full of mirth. She was taller than Ranma-chan, a
full, curvy, figure, including breasts just slightly the same size as
Nabiki’s. Not that Ranma-chan took note of such things. Her
jeans were as tight as they could be, while her black shirt was
cutoff a little below her chest, showing off her obviously exercised,
smooth stomach. A belly button piercing topped it off, like a
cherry on an ice cream Sunday.

Ranma-chan looked down at her lap, blushing and feeling
extremely grateful that she was a girl at the moment.

“I saw what you did to those two guys, and I have to say,
‘bravo’,” the girl said. “My name is Nariko, Nariko Oda.”

“I’m Sasami Jurai, and this is Ranko Sakada.”

“Uh. . . hi,” Ranma-chan said nervously. She took a deep
breath, calmed herself, and looked up at Nariko.

“You must be new this year, I’ve never seen you around
before,” Sasami said, looking at Nariko curiously.

“Yeah, I just transferred over,” Nariko replied. “You guys
don’t mind if I join you, do you?”

“No, no! We’d love the company!” Sasami exclaimed.
“Wouldn’t we, Ranko-chan?”

“Uh, sure, sure, go for it,” Ranma-chan said, and hurriedly
continued eating the rest of her bento.

“How come you’re not wearing a uniform, Nariko-chan?”

“Cause I don’t want to,” Nariko replied, before putting a
slice of carrot in her mouth.

Ranma-chan eyed Nariko’s lips as she chewed on the
small piece of carrot.

“That’s exactly what Ranko-chan said!” Sasami
exclaimed, referring to Ranma-chan’s red Chinese shirt and black
pants.

Nariko smiled at Ranma-chan, showing off two rows of
pearly white teeth.

Ranma-chan felt like gaping. ‘Is there anything wrong with
this girl?’

“Where’s Asuka, Ranko-chan?” Sasami asked, looking
around the yard.

“She probably doing Asuka things,” Ranma-chan replied
with a shrug. “She’ll meet up with us sooner or later.”

“You’re a martial artist, aren’t you?” Nariko asked
Ranma-chan pointedly.

“The best in Japan!” Ranma-chan boasted, flexing her arm
muscles which couldn’t be seen underneath her baggy shirt. ‘With
the seed Tsunami gave me, I feel like I could take on 10
Ryouga’s back to back!’

“Rather confident, aren’t you.” It was more of a statement
than a question.

“Yup! When you’re the best, you’re the best. And well,
I’m the best,” Ranma-chan said, grinning.

“Well, I happen to know a little martial arts myself,”
Nariko stated matter-of-fact. “But probably nowhere near as
good as you, almighty martial artist.” Nariko and Sasami laughed.

Ranma-chan looked up, mouth full of food and said
seriously, “Nope!”

“Well that was rather blunt,” Nariko muttered before
opening her bento and looking a the contents inside. “Ugh! Friend
squid! Yuck!” She stuck out her tongue.

“You not gonna eat that?” Ranma-chan asked, her
chopsticks already hovering near Nariko’s bento. The chopsticks
stopped, circling around the bento like a hawk rounding upon its
prey.

“I don’t know. . .” Nariko said slowly, pulling her bento
closer to herself. She watched as Ranma-chan’s face fell. “I’m just
kiddin’! Here.” She held out her bento.

“Yay!” Ranma-chan cheered, her chopsticks moving so
fast that neither Sasami or Nariko saw them.

‘Wow, that’s fast!’ Nariko thought, looking down at her
now squidless bento. “What martial arts did you say you
studied?”

“Uh. . . the uh. . . Sakada School of Everything Goes,”
Ranma-chan lied.

“I’ve heard of a school called ‘Anything Goes’ before.
Katsuhito-san talks about it a lot. Is ‘Everything Goes’ anything like
‘Anything Goes’?” Sasami asked. “Cause he always says that
while ‘Anything Goes’ has impressive techniques, ‘it’s a school of
lies, cheap tricks, and thieves’.”

‘Damn old man,’ Ranma-chan thought. ‘I’ll show him how
good the Anything Goes School of Martial Arts is.’

“Ranko?”

“Oh, uh. . . the ‘Everything Goes’ is actually the rival
school of ‘Anything Goes’,” Ranma-chan explained and thought,
‘That makes sense, in a way.’

“Hmm, interesting. What martial arts do you practice in
‘Everything Goes’?” Nariko asked.

“A whole range of arts. Everything I can learn. It is the
‘Everything Goes’ school,” Ranma-chan replied. It wasn’t really a
lie, other than the school name.

“What about Hapkido? Do you know any of that?”

“Never used it before. It’s a last resort in my book,”
Ranma-chan replied.

“What’s Hapkido?” Sasami asked curiously.

“Brutal art. Practitioners use attacks to break their
opponents limbs to disable them,” Nariko explained.

“It’s a dangerous art,” Ranma-chan explained darkly.
“Many of the attacks can and will kill the person they’re
performed on. At least you look the person in the face as you kill
them though, unlike Ninjitsu where you stab a person in the back.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Ranma-chan watched
Nariko hang her head slightly. He had guess correctly in thinking
that Nariko was a student of Ninjitsu. The way she had snuck up
on the two of them, without her noticing until Nariko was right
behind her had tipped the pigtailed martial artist off. But she saw
no murderous or malicious intent in the other girls eyes, only
amusement and now shame.

‘Why would a girl her age study Ninjitsu though?’ Ranma-
chan wondered.

“Not all parts of Ninjitsu are bad. There are a few good
things that come out of it. Particularly the leg training for all the
jumping and running you do. Not only that but the stealth abilities
you learn,” Ranma-chan explained, noticing that Nariko didn’t
look so ashamed anymore.

“It’s a good art for escaping if you’re ever in trouble,”
Nariko added.

“I wish I knew some martial arts,” Sasami said slowly.

“I’ll teach you some,” Ranma-chan replied and thought,
‘It’ll make my job of protecting her a little easier.’

“Really? Thanks, Ranko-chan!” Sasami exclaimed,
reaching over and hugging the smaller girl.

Ranma-chan blushed slightly, unused to such affection without
and immediately following beating. “Uh, no problem, Sasami.”

Nariko smirked at Ranma-chan’s obvious embarrassment.

The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch and the end of the
hug. Ranma-chan let out the breath she didn’t know she had been
holding.

Nariko stood, brushing the dirt off her jeans that wasn’t
there. She stuffed her bento back into her backpack, slipping it over
her shoulders. “Well, it was nice meeting you guys, maybe I’ll see you
later, have a class together, ya know?” She shoved her hands into
her pockets and turned around to leave.

“Come on, Ranko, we don’t want to be late,” Sasami
said, pushing herself to her feet.

“Oh God, why couldn’t I have died!” Ranma-chan
bemoaned.

Ranma-chan sat down next to Nabiki after stepping onto
the school bus for the ride back to the shrine. “And what scheming
did you do today?” she asked pleasantly.

“Information scheming,” Nabiki replied and handed the
shorter girl a folded up piece of paper.

“Eh? What’s this?” Ranma-chan asked, unfolding it.

“The names of the two Yakuza groups that are currently
operating within Okayama,” Nabiki answered in a whisper.

“TWO?” Ranma-chan exclaimed.

“Shh! Jeez, Ranma, yes two!” Nabiki whispered fiercely.

“The Demon Claws and the Tigers of Kai,” Ranma-chan
muttered, reading the words on the paper.

“From what I’ve been told, the two gangs have been
warring with each other for the past two years, since two years
ago is when the Demon Claws came to Okayama. Only thing is,
as of right now, they’re at a stand off.”

“That means they’re waiting for the right time to attack?”
Ranma-chan thought aloud.

“Or that they’re waiting for the other to screw up, and get
busted,” Nabiki added.

“Doesn’t matter, I’ll bring them both down if that’s what it
takes to find Musou and Takenda,” Ranma-chan growled softly.

“I'm glad to hear you're still with me on this, Sakada, but don’t
be too hasty. Our only lead is ‘Okayama Cleaning’. If we can find out
which group owns that place, we can find out where Musou and Takenda
are,” Nabiki explained cooly. “No need to go charging head first into a
war, trying to take out two armies when you only need to take out
one.”

Ranma-chan exhaled deeply out of her nose.

“What’re you two whispering about?” Sasami asked from
across the center isle.

“Uh, girl stuff!” Ranma-chan exclaimed.

“Oh. . . k. . .” Sasami replied slowly, turning away from
the two. “Weird.”

“Nice one, Sakada,” Nabiki muttered sarcastically.

Ranma-chan blushed heavily, and stuck out her tongue in
retort.

“Don’t worry, Ranko. We’ll find them,” Nabiki said flatly.
“No matter what it takes.”

“We’re home!” Sasami called out as she entered the
Masaki home.

“Ah, welcome home. How was your day?” Katsuhito
asked.

“Same as any other day of school,” Ranma-chan replied
as she entered and kicked off her shoes. “Boring.”

“Ah, Ranko-chan! Glad to see you enjoyed school,”
Katsuhito said warmly, a ‘you still have to go’ smile plastered on
his face.

Ranma-chan frowned. “Yeah, yeah, whatever, old man.”

Nabiki walked past them, into the kitchen.

“You gettin’ a snack?” Ranma-chan asked loudly.

“Yeah!” Nabiki’s voice carried from the kitchen.

“Get me something!”

“Actually, Ranko-chan, I was hoping you would spar with
me again before Nobuyuki returned,” Katsuhito said.

“Uh, yeah, but-” Ranma-chan started.

“Then lets go,” Katsuhito stated, ushering Ranma-chan
outside.

“But I didn’t get my snack!” Ranma-chan complained
before Katsuhito closed the front door behind them.

Nabiki exited the kitchen, holding two sandwiches. She
blinked at the empty room. “Ranko? I’ve got food! Foooooood!”
she shouted, waving the sandwiches around. “Damn. . . I was
gonna charge her a lot for this. . .”

“Now, since we've been sparring together for just a week,
I think you shouldn't go easy on an old man like me any more,”
Katsuhito stated, holding his bokken at his side.

“Don't worry, I gotta make this quick, jiji. There’s food in the
house with my name on it, and nothing comes between me and
food!” Ranma-chan exclaimed.

“Good, then lets begin.”

The two stood still, watching one another, Ranma-chan in
a defensive stance, Katsuhito in no stance at all.

“Come on, old man!” Ranma-chan shouted, frustrated.

“I thought you wanted to get this over with quickly,”
Katsuhito retorted calmly, “because I can stand here all night
waiting. Your snack isn’t going to eat itself. . . but someone else
might eat it.”

“Where’s Ranko?” Sasami asked as she came back
downstairs.

“HIYAH!”

Nabiki glanced at the door, having heard the battle cry of
Ranma-chan come from outside. “Uh. . . you still want my guess?”

“Nah, I think I know,” Sasami replied, sitting on the
couch, next to Nabiki. “Whatcha watching?”

“Some game show,” Nabiki answered, while staring at the
tv.

“YAAA-ow! Ow! OW!”

“You want a sandwich?” Nabiki asked, reaching over and
grabbing Ranma-chan’s snack, not blinking an eye at the cries of
pain from outside. “I’ll even give it to you free of charge.”

“Oh, really? Thanks!” Sasami grabbed the sandwich,
eating it with gusto.

“Kachu-Ow! No! Stop, not the chest! OWW!”

The two girls laughed as one of the contestants was
pushed into the mud vat of shame.

“Oh, God! No more! Oof!”

“Turn it up,” Sasami said after swallowing the food in her
mouth.

"CHEATER! OW! Stop cheating, old man! Ugh!"

The front door slammed open, Katsuhito striding in
grandly, Ranma-chan following behind, looking beaten mentally
and physically.

“How’d it go, Ranko?” Nabiki asked, tearing her eyes off
of the tv as commercials came on.

“Could’ve gone better,” Ranma-chan replied sullenly. “That
old man is strong. . . Do you still have my snack?”

“Sorry, gave it to Sasami.”

“I was gonna eat that!” Ranma-chan whined.

“Sorry, Ranko-chan, I’ll go get the first aid kit and patch
up your scratches,” Sasami replied, standing up.

“Thanks, Sasami,” Ranma-chan muttered.

“Oh! At next commercial break!” she exclaimed, and sat
back down.

Ranma-chan groaned, exhaustion taking hold of her legs.
She slumped to the floor, resting against the side of the couch.
“Some help you guys are. . .”

Washu appeared beside Ranma-chan, holding a glass of
greeny white liquid. The ten year old looking girl gave the other redhead a
cheerful smile. “Here, drink this! You’ll feel allllll better,” Washu
urged, proffering the glass to Ranma-chan.

“What is it?” Ranma-chan asked, eyeing the glass warily.

“Just something I whipped up a couple minutes ago when I
heard you sparring with Katsuhito-san,” Washu explained, smiling
cutely.

“No offense, Washu bu-”

“Ah, ah, ah!”

Ranma-chan sighed. “Washu-chan. I know you consider
yourself a genius an’ all, but you’re still only ten,” she said tiredly.

Washu pouted, giving Ranma-chan a very hurt look. “I
just wanted to help,” she said, sniffing a little to add to the affect.

“Err. . . but I’m feeling better, really!” Ranma-chan stated,
trying to sound tough.

Washu sniffled some more, eyes watering.

Ranma-chan flinched. “Err. . . but maybe I’m not feeling
THAT well,” she said, reaching out for the glass.

Washu brightened immediately, smiling as she handed
Ranma-chan the glass. “I promise it’ll make you feel better.”

“Uh, right. . .” Ranma-chan muttered, looking down at the
green-white substance in the glass. Not only did it look like spoiled
milk, but it smelled just as rancid. Her stomach growled though,
reminding her that she was hungry. ‘Maybe it won’t be so bad.
Maybe it will fill me up. It is chunky. . . looking’ she thought with a
grimace.

Washu looked at her expectantly, thinking on the inside,
‘Drink, guinea pig, drink!’

‘Well here goes nothing,’ Ranma-chan thought, closed her
eyes, plugged her nose with her free hand and tipped the glass
toward her mouth.

Nothing entered her mouth. Opening her eyes, she looked
around her hand which was plugging her nose, and at the contents
still in the glass.

Slow like an iceberg, the sludge was sliding out.

“Here, let me help!” Washu shouted, raising her hand and
smacking the bottom of the glass. The green-white shot forward.

“No Wash-Mmfph!” Ranma-chan’s eyes bulged, and she
swallowed involuntarily. She began coughing violently. Bending
over, she covered her stomach as it grumbled, seemingly annoyed
that it had such a strange substance enter it.

“How is it?” Washu asked.

Ranma-chan gasped rapidly, covering her stomach with
one hand, her mouth with her other. She started panting, fanning
her mouth.

“Was it tangy? Cause I was going for tangy.”

Ranma-chan shook her head, eyes watering.

“S-s-s. . .”

“Sour?”

Ranma-chan shook her head. “S-s-spicy! Ve-very spicy!”

“Odd. . . I’ll have to go over the ingredients again and find
out why,” Washu thought aloud. “How do you feel though?
Better?”

Ranma-chan stared at Washu, wide eyed, as if the little girl
were insane.

“I’ll go get you some milk,” Washu said, standing and
hurrying to the kitchen.

Ranma-chan groaned. “I’m sorry stomach!” She covered
it protectively. “You can work through this!”

She moaned lightly as she felt it coming back up. ‘No, no,
no! Not going to lose this fight!’ Ranma-chan thought, attempting
to swallow the rising sludge.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, pain stabbing at
her stomach. She fell into her side, face white, her arms and legs
twitching pathetically.

“Commercial!” Sasami exclaimed, rising to her feet and
stretching, looking as if she had just come out of a trance. “Alright,
Ranko, lets fix you up.”

Getting no response, Sasami walked around the couch,
finding Ranma-chan in a catatonic state. She knelt besides the
redhead and felt her forehead. “Ranko-chan?” She looked into
Ranma-chan’s blank eyes.

Washu entered the room, glass of milk in hand. She
stopped when she reached Ranma-chan and frowned. “I knew I
shouldn’t have gone to the bathroom first.”

Next Time: Chapter 6 - Sick Day
Feeling ill because of Washu, Ranma stays home. . . sort of. A
discovery is made which will ultimately lead Ranma into a giant
mess.

AN: I have rewritten the Prologue through Chapter 4 of this.
If you go back, they are. . . VERY different, hopefully fixed
from how they were before. I didn't like how they were before,
so if you've got the time, you may want to reread those chapters
as they're completely different. Things are different this time around.

Anyway, thanks for reading. Email at hawk49er (at) comcast (dot) net
if you don't want to review here. I will be replying to whatever reviews
I can, when I have the time. Chapter 6 is almost done and Chapter 5 of
Demons Candelabrum is just about finished with the prereader.