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Cabbit Days
By Ozzallos
Curse: 1 a prayer or invocation for harm or injury to come upon one. 2 something that is cursed or accursed 3 evil or misfortune that comes as if in response to imprecation or as retribution 4 a cause of great harm or misfortune.
The Guide shook his head in equal parts horror and morbid fascination as yet another one of his Honored Sirs took the fall. He had told them- Warned them –not to prance about the springs. Several times, in fact. But does anybody ever listen to The Guide? NOOoooOOoo. Both Honored Sirs just jumped up over the cursed site like there wasn’t a care in the world. Normally, there was an unspoken truth in the portly little guide’s line of work—You follow the guide, he leads you around and you have a decent time. The guide knows the lay of the land and it’s in your best interest to listen to his advice. Of course, that unspoken truth went right out the window concerning the Honored Sir named Genma Saotome, he noted with a certain dismay. Not that he really felt sorry for large martial artist. Somehow the Spring of Drowned Panda suited the man perfectly. No, the sympathy he felt was directed at his son. Had his fall been three feet to the right, he wouldn’t have been so badly off. That would have been the Spring of Drowned Girl, and at least the young sir would have still been human. But the fates weren’t smiling upon the martial artist and he fell into that spring…
“Aiyaaa! Not ‘Spring of Tiny Drowned Demon!’” The guide shuddered as he watched a furry mass sputter in the water. “There is tragic legend, very tragic legend of small trouble-making demon who drown in spring seven hundred year ago!”
What hopped out of the spring wasn’t the easiest to identify, if only because it lacked a natural home in Earth’s ecosystem. It was small, furry and had wide, fluffy ears. One could easily mistake it for a rabbit or even some breed of cat, if not for the large eyes and deep blue gem set in its forehead. The Guide shook off his shock. Not many people fell in that particular spring- if any. It was a small one, which probably explained the matter. After all, it was tough for anything to fall in the two by two foot puddle of water surrounded on all sides by its much larger cursed cousins. The Guided sighed. “Now whatever fall in take body of tiny demon!”
“MiYAH!”
“YO! Cut that OUT!”
Had Ranma Saotome, heir to the Anything Goes School of Martial Arts fallen three feet to the right, those words would have been spoken by a curvy, five foot two redhead that eerily resembled her mother’s heritage. Sadly he hadn’t, so those words were now being spoken by something that really didn’t have any business being found in this star system. A panda fighting a redheaded girl in the streets of downtown Nerima would have been enough to turn anybody’s head, but what was fighting the Panda now… Most simply muttered something to themselves and continued walking in deference to their sanity. Those that threw caution to the wind would note that whatever was battling the Panda was probably female and definitely well proportioned. Oh, and furry with sharp ears and a wild mane of red hair marked by a darker streak down the center while the fur itself was a reddish-brown and seemed to shift with intensity in the sunlight. These observations pretty much led to one conclusion—Ranma Saotome was not having a good day. Scratch that; Make it a year.
The redhead spun around and nailed the pursuing Panda- her father – with a roundhouse kick that sent him skidding across the street, stunned. She smoothed the red Chinese shirt she now wore and favored the Panda with irritated look. He was actually going to try and fix her up with a fiancée! With his curse in full effect, no less! The idiot! Ranma watched his father-turned-Panda’s aura flare and felt the renewed offensive before it even began. The entire situation was just plain screwed up, she thought darkly and dodged the Panda’s initial assault easily.
The first few months following the incident had been quite traumatic for the pigtailed boy as he suffered from a curse that reminded him entirely too much of a cat. Have you ever seen a small demonic cat-rabbit go into the Neko-ken? It’s not a pretty sight. His only consolation in recovering from the incident was the fact that he really wasn’t a cat, but that’s where his troubles with the Amazons began. Sure, it didn’t help that Pop decided to eat their tournament banquet without their permission, but all hell positively broke loose when they saw Ranma in his tiny demon form. The guide mentioned something about ‘slaying the ancient demon’ and ‘razing the village’, but most of the details of his translations were lost in the run for their lives. The village literally emptied out and a purple haired Amazon teen led the charge to ‘return the evil from whence it came’.
The weeks following were a life and death game of hide n’ go seek as half the Amazon nation sought their hides, while the purple-haired girl known as Shampoo rapidly became a common sight throughout their travels. It was this life or death desperation that drove Ranma into accidentally finding his- or her -current form, something resembling a normal sixteen-year-old redheaded human female but never quite succeeding in the task. While the idea of becoming a girl anything was repugnant, it did tend to throw off their Amazonian pursuers. It was a fact that surprised Ranma to no end, especially given how- ahem –‘exotic’ the body appeared. One pursuer refused to be shaken however, and if he never saw her again it would be a damn miracle.
Another panda fist blurred in and she smiled, allowing the fist to phase through her body. The curse wasn’t all bad, she admitted silently as she chose the right moment and dropped back into existence to lock the Panda’s forearm solidly in place between her own. Whatever the hell her cursed form was, it was powerful. One of the fringe benefits was that she could hover and fly in both little demon and demon girl forms. She used that power now, hauling the offending bear ten feet into the air and throwing him into the waiting concrete with a massive thud. The other power was that she could actually pass through solid objects. Likewise, the humanoid body was lightning fast and could easily take punishment that would turn anybody else into a bleeding pulp.
“Hmmf!” Ranma sniffed with contempt at his pandafied father as she floated slightly above him. “I’m going back to China! So suck on that, old man!”
She turned her back and touched down, only to have a traffic sign violently applied to the back of her head. Normally this would have had absolutely no effect on the martial arts demonic rabbit cat girl whatsoever, but it still took concentration to maintain that form. It was getting easier day-by-day, but the surprise cuased her concentration to break and Ranma collapsed back into that wretched, yet ever-so-cute little furry demon. Tired out from the day’s exertions, the only thing Ranma could do was glare menacingly at his father as he took the cat-rabbit by the scruff of the neck and hauled him off.
The pitiful cry was the first thing that attracted the residents of the Tendo Dojo to the scuffle occurring outside, as the giant panda once again apprehended his son turned tiny demonic critter. Soun and Nabiki Tendo’s sprint to the front door turned into a hasty retreat as the visitors thought to be Genma and Ranma Saotome actually turned out to be a giant Panda in possession of a cute rabbit-like creature. The Panda invaded their home, and the furry creature Miyah’d some more. Had the frightened Tendos possessed any sort of universal translator, its plaintive cries would have been interpreted somewhere along the lines of, “Hey! Yo! You’re scaring ‘em spitless!”
The panda stood before the family and slapped the little creature down in front of the Tendo patriarche, who stared at it curiously. It looked like a cross between a reddish-brown cat-rabbit. The thing stared back, and Soun was at a loss. Kasumi, however, wasn’t.
“Oh, it’s ADORABLE!” Her hands shot out as fast as any martial artist Ranma had ever seen, and the next thing he knew, he was being smothered in a tight hug that pressed him into her ample bosom. The little demon's brain turned to jelly under the assault, but quickly solidified in desperation. As pleasant as the experience was turning out to be, it was FAR too compromising, especially once they found out… The furry critter struggled to no avail as Kasumi continued to pet and cuddle, and Ranma realized drastic action needed to be taken. He reached down into his tired reserves and forced the transformation. The next thing the eldest Tendo knew, a nude, reddish furred sixteen year old girl with pointy ears was suddenly sitting in her lap.
Both stared at one another for a moment until Ranma realized the nudity part of her predicament. “Eep!” Ranma jumped out of her lap and landed a few feet away, desperately trying to cover the essentials.
“Oh, my…” Kasmui breathed, quite amazed that her cute little pet had turned into an equally cute teenage rabbit-cat girl. “And you are…?”
The teen stared at the ground, avoiding eye contact. “Ranma Saotome. Sorry ‘bout this.”
Soun Tendo gaped. Not only wasn’t Genma’s son a boy, but Genma’s girl wasn’t even a girl! Nabiki leaned in for a closer look and decide to roll with the obvious. “’He’ is a girl and ‘She’ isn’t even human, Daddy.” When confronted with the facts, Soun Tendo took the only recourse available to him.
He passed out.
Pervert: 1 a to cause to turn aside or away from what is good or true or morally right. b to cause to turn aside or away from what is generally done or accepted. 2 a to divert to a wrong end or purpose. b to twist the meaning or sense of .
“Well he said he had a son!” Soun protested from his impromptu bed, Kasumi having made her father comfortable during his short period of unconsciousness. The mental state of her parent did not concern Nabiki, who was currently quite perturbed at having been denied a cute globetrotting boyfriend.
“Do you see a son here? Hmm? Do you?” Nabiki reached over to the young woman’s breast as if to make an object lesson of them, but stopped short, eyeing the furry mound beneath Ranma’s red silk shirt. On second thought, probably shouldn’t be touching the cat-rabbit girl’s equipment, she decided hastily and pulled her hand away.
Akane sat quietly opposite the girl in question and observed the exchange. The new girl looked nice enough… Given, you know, the more unusual aspects of her physiology. Namely, the pointy ears and fur. Maybe I should invite her to spar with me, Akane thought, until another question filtered through her mind. Do transforming cat-rabbit girls even know karate? Only one way to find out…
“Um… Excuse me, but what exactly are you?”
All conversation instantly ceased as the remainder of the household focused on this all-important question that nobody else was willing to ask. The answer they got was quite unexpected.
“I’m a guy, of course!” Even Nabiki blinked at this revelation and gave the creature next to her yet another once-over. Curves. Breasts. Eyes. Lips. Guy? It may have not been human, but it sure as hell wasn’t a guy. Ranma saw the disbelief on their faces and decide to take a more active approach. “Can somebody get us some hot water?” Kasumi smiled and left for the kitchen, more than happy to assist the cute girl in her request. She returned minutes later, a kettle of hot water in hand. Ranma turned it over, spilling a portion of its contents over her body, which promptly reversed his curse. Before them now sat a slightly disheveld black-haired teenager. He pulled out a small length of twine and tied his hair back into a small ponytail on reflex before turning his attention to the Tendos, who now stared incredulously at him. Well, except for Kasumi, who maintained her adoring smile. The look she gave him unnerved the boy somewhat as he turned the rest of the pitcher over onto the Panda behind him, revealing Soun Tendo’s best friend.
Genma Saotome sat down beside Ranma. “Let me explain it….”
Half an hour and two brawls later, Soun Tendo was pretty sure he had all the facts in place. Totally and completely unbelievable facts to be sure, but the evidence was sitting right in front of him. Cold water activated the curse, hot water reversed it. Genma turned into a panda and Ranma turned into… Well, he still wasn’t sure about that part, but whatever he turned into, it was definitely female in its humanoid form. His problem wasn’t so bad, actually. Since he was technically still a boy, he was eligible to marry any one of his three daughters. At least it made for an easy decision.
“Pick the one you want. She’s your fiancée,” The father offered helpfully to the furry girl next to him. Soun’s testing of his curse had left her in that state and now she eyed him with some measure of doubt.
Akane was the first to speak. “NO WAY!” All eyes snapped onto her person. “Don’t you see! He’s not just any pervert…! He’s… He’s…. He’s a SUPER pervert! “ The girl was close to hyperventilating now and Ranma frowned. “He turns into a she! She isn’t even human! She’s a furry cat-rabbit GIRL! Not only that, she turns into that little…THING! UH-UH! No Way!”
Soun frowned and turned to the remaining two girls. Akane could be so… Nabiki interrupted his thoughts. “I have to pass, too. While I’m sure it would make for an excellent business opportunity…” She let her objection trail off into silence and Soun looked at the final sister.
“Oh, my,” she stated as all the responsibility fell into her lap. She was just about ready to speak when Ranma spoke up in her place.
“No.”
“No!” Both parents exclaimed simultaneously.
“No.” Ranma repeated and a pointed ear twitched with irritation, but then he smiled at the eldest Tendo sister and said, “Look, I ain’t got nothing against you Kasumi, but I ain’t about to force anybody to marry me like this.” Ranma’s smile turned to a frown once again. “Hell, I don’t think I’d even marry me like this.” The furry girl stood up suddenly as if coming to a decision and turned to the door.
“Where are you going, Boy?”
“Back to China!” Ranma retorted. “…To find a way to change back for good! This is no time for fiancées.” The furry girl turned back to her newest source of angst as she reached the doorway, favoring Akane with a haughty look. “By the way, you may not like this body, but you have to admit... I’m better built to boot!”
To say that Akane Tendo wasn’t one to take constructive criticism well was an understatement and she gripped the table, sending it down into Ranma with furious anger. It then came as complete shock to watch the table pass through her body completely as if she were a ghostly apparition. Unfortunately, the increase in her own chortling blinded the redhead to the first of many mallets that would find her with eerie precision. The shock broke her concentration and Ranma instantly reverted to her smaller form, which was mashed with ease. Nabiki stared and Kasumi’s eyes widened with horror. She snatched up the cutest little creature in the world and favored her younger sister with a menacing glare that caused her to shiver.
“That is no way to treat guests, little sister!” She admonished sharply, then turned her attention to the unconscious bundle of fur cradled in her arms. She looked upon it with sympathy and left the table for the upstairs guest room, leaving a slightly confused family in her wake.
For once, Genma Saotome wasn’t sure exactly what his son had coming.
Those were the first words to greet Ranma’s ears as she struggled through the warm lethargy that clouded his brain at the moment. Her eyes slowly pried themselves open to be greeted by an angelic sight: Kasumi’s face looking down at her in absolute adoration. Ranma felt a hand scritch her head softly, eliciting an involuntary purr from her throat. It was a feeling that she would have like to continued to indulge in until she realized something was a bit off. She took stock of the situation, and it didn’t come as much of a surprise that she was in critter mode. What did come as a surprise was the location from which she was receiving Kasumi’s attentions. There was a reason she felt soft, warm and comfortable, and that was because she was being held firmly to the eldest Tendo’s breasts. Again. The mental reboot came a bit more quickly this time and Ranma managed to squirm her way out of her grasp and activate the transformation into her humanoid girl mode. She gathered her clothes at lightning speeds and faced the two Tendos, minus one Akane.
If it could be seen through her fur, Ranma was now blushing a bright pink, but her stammers were cut off by a gentle smile from Kasumi. “Are you okay? Don’t think too badly of Akane.” The cat-rabbit girl gaped, dumbfounded. Kasumi knew he was really a guy, so what the HELL was going on here? “She’s really a very sweet girl… She’s just a violent maniac, that’s all.”
Ranma blinked, and Nabiki sitting next to her sister rolled her eyes. “Oh, good Kasumi, that makes a lot of sense.”
The furry girl with pointy ears simply shook her head and thanked the girls for their help, before deciding it was high time for a nice, long soak. The sooner she could ditch this body, the sooner the weirdness would stop. Hopefully. Yeah, right. Ranma walked down stairs and phased through the bathroom door without any conscious thought. Stupid, violent tomboy, she fumed. Why’d she have ta hit me so hard? Ranma rubbed the knot on her head and slipped out of her clothes and set them in the waiting basket, missing the clothing already in the beside it. Who would want to marry that violent chick anyway?
She was about ready to phase throught the furo door as well when it slid open, putting her face to face with one slightly stunned and very nude Akane Tendo. Cat-rabbit girl took one look at the macho chick in front of him and watched the rage build in her eyes. Luckily, Ranma was a quick study when it came to violent activities.
WHiiiIFF!
Akane’s fist blew clean through Ranma’s cheek and out the back of her head, causing the girl to stumble forward, off balance, and through Ranma’s furry female phase-shifted body. The redhead favored her with a quick “Nyaah!” before stepping into the furo room herself and locking the youngest sister out. Sure, there’d be hell to pay when she was done, but there’s nothing like a little short term self-gratification.
Chaos: 2 a A state of things in which chance is supreme; especially the confused unorganized state of primordial matter before the creation of distinct forms -- compare. b the inherent unpredictability in the behavior of a natural system (as the atmosphere, boiling water, or the beating heart) 3 a a state of utter confusion b a confused mass or mixture.
And all that was just in the last night.
Then there was the question of how to make money off their new houseguests. Pandas were easy. Renting Genma out to a few parties every now and then would be a simple matter. A cat-rabbit girl, however… Photos were out. She just couldn’t imagine much demand for those sort of photos, and truth be told she really didn’t want to associate with the people that would be interested.
“I’m not marrying an alien pervert, you know!” Akane interrupted her sister’s thoughts with the unsolicited proclamation, and Ranma scowled in response.
“You’re tellin’ me?”
“So don’t hang around me at school!” Akane’s roiling boil of resentment continued unabated as if the boy had never even spoken.
“Don’t worry!” Ranma snorted with contempt. “I can’t stand macho chicks like you!”
Nabiki watched as those words summoned Ranma’s father out of nowhere, who promptly began to try and teach his ungrateful son the finer points of the arranged marriage concept. Tried, and successfully found himself taking a dip in the reservoir below. The incident wasn’t entirely without casualties, the middle sister noted as Ranma’s evasive techniques landed him square in the path of an elderly woman’s water blessing. The splash of water hit and Nabiki watched once again in amazement as the boy transformed into his cute, furry animal alter ego.
Akane had an entirely too self-satisfied look on her face and Nabiki walked up to the pile of clothes and the cat-rabbit at its center. She picked up the dejected creature by the nape of its neck and smirked. “Something wrong, Saotome?” It squirmed in her grasp.
“MiyAH! MiyhAHmiYAH!”
Nabiki blinked. It even sounded cute. She hadn’t a clue as to what it said, but the meaning could be discerned easily enough. It also didn’t take a rocket scientist to realize why it hadn’t gone alien-girl yet. While modesty didn’t seem to be one of Ranma’s strong suits, she was betting the desire not to be seen nude in public was. “Alright, we’ll get you some hot water. You owe me, Saotome.”
Doctor Tofu was intrigued, to say the least. While he wasn’t a zoologist by any stretch of the imagination, college education did have its benefits and he was pretty sure whatever it was sitting on his table didn’t exactly belong on Earth. Granted, he had seen stranger things than the cat-rabbit in his time and training, but even he had to admit it was a tad odd. Of course, ‘odd’ didn’t quite cut it when he returned from fetching the hot water to find a clothed cat-rabbit girl sitting on the same table. He stared and it helpfully took the glass from his hand before he dropped it himself. ‘Odd’ definitely didn’t cover the transformation from cat-rabbit girl to human boy as the poured down on him. Or at least he thought it was a him. It sure looked like it.
“Uh.. Ranma Saotome,” The boy introduced himself, hopping off the table. “It’s a curse.” Doctor Tofu nodded dumbly. Of course. Sure it was.
“Ranma, get out here, we’re going to be late!” Nabiki called out and Ranma gave the Doc a quick thanks as the trio continued on their way.
Ranma watched from the wall as the angry girl with cobalt hair cut a swath of death and destruction through the mob of hormonally driven boys. It heartened him to know that not only was Ranma not the only one, but Akane Tendo was in fact a violent maniac like Kasumi said. Nabiki was conducting some sort of business from the sidelines as the last boys fell, allowing the female combatant to wipe the sweat from her brow. Yikes, Ranma thought grimly. He respected the fact that she was strong and reasonably skilled, but there was no WAY he was gonna get engaged to somebody with THAT sort of temper. All the strength and technique in the world didn’t matter a lick without discipline and that monster down there had zero. He was mulling over how to get out of this insane three-way engagement when he noticed movement at the edge of the massacre.
“Truly such a boorish lot…” Damn, just how popular was this violent girl, Ranma wondered as the new boy stepped into the war zone of fallen bodies. He tuned out the guy’s monotonous droning, barely catching his name as he continued his speech. The word “fight” brought him back to the present.
Ranma looked down to the nearby Nabiki. “Hey Nabs, what’s going on there?” An annoyed look crossed her but her reply was cut off by the guy in question.
“You there!” The wooden sword whipped around to point at Ranma and he hopped off the wall. “You are being quite familiar with the beauteous sisters Tendo!” Nabiki winced. “Who are you, Boor? Ah! But it is the custom to give one’s own name first! Fine then! Mine I shall give!”
Ranma thought he’d die of bordom as it took “The Blue Thunder of Furikan High” ten minutes to actually get to the point, and another five minutes to challenge him. By that time, Ranma had almost fallen asleep. Something about living with Akane, speaking ill of her, yadda, yadda, yadda. Even the exciting part- the fight –was cut short by an unexpected rain shower and it was only by shear luck that ol’ Pops was able to rush him in doors before the transformation took full effect. Hellva way to start the day. Just what his classmates needed to see. Sure they’d find out eventually, but he just hoped they wouldn’t take it as badly as that angry little Tendo girl.
And that was all before he jumped out the window.
Somehow The Blue Thunder couldn’t get it past his thick skull that he wasn’t engaged to any of the sisters, let alone that violent tomboy named Akane. So they took the fight outside. From the third story window. And into the gym pool. It wasn’t one of his brighter moments, Ranma decided as he hit the water, but at least he was prepared for the change this time and initiated a relatively new technique. The curse activated and as soon as he felt it, Ranma dug in hard and forced the transformation into his demon-girl form. The result? The transformation from critter to girl happened so quickly that she didn’t lose her clothes in the splashdown.
Kuno was a little worse for the wear, not having expected the jump or the subsequent impact of the hard water below. He was out cold and Ranma was going to hate herself in the morning for what she was about to do. Can’t exactly leave him to drowned, can I? Ranma thought and began to pull the wayward kendo champion to the poolside whereupon her furry breasts were prompt groped
“RANMA SAOTOME, I FIGHT ON!”
The reaction was swift and painful. Ranma growled and locked the student’s head in place before flipping him hard onto the dried concrete before flipping herself over the fence and out of sight, leaving the students to wonder why Ranma’s body looked more reddish with longer hair.
Probably just an illusion.
Ranma gave her a sharp look. “Do I look like I have two thousand yen on me?”
Nabiki arched an eyebrow. As a matter of fact, no she didn’t. Her clothes were wet, her fur was wet and she was wringing out her wet pants.
“Just how dumb can you be?” Akane walked up behind her, glaring at the alien girl. “I mean, jumping into the pool like that of your own free will, pervert.” Pantless and tree-bound, the best Ranma could reply with was an obnoxious face.
“Nyaah! NyaaaH!”
Akane growled, but Nabiki pre-empted her. “Alright, Saotome. I’ll put it on your tab. This time. Next time I want—“
“Whither Ranma Saotome!”
Nabiki sighed and passed the kettle to Akane, who in turn threw it at Ranma. Whether the action was out of spite or not was uncertain, though she managed to catch it. Barely. “Really Kuno-baby, you shouldn’t get so worked up.”
“If it isn’t the mercenary Nabiki and the flower Akane Tendo!” Tatewake exclaimed and altered his course. “Have thou seen the rapscallion Saotome! No doubt he feared my prowess! He is no man! HE IS NO—“
KLOONG!
Tatewake Kuno’s furious monologue was interrupted by the application of a tea kettle to the side of his head. The dented kettle fell to the side and Kuno shook the ringing out of his skull. He turned to the tree. “That hurt you… know?” He blinked several times. “You! You’re that water nymph! So… Did you see where the cowardly boy in the pigtail went?”
Ranma hoped down from the tree, visibly seething. ”I’m not going to hang there and take this! I can take you anytime!”
Nabiki smiled to herself. The last the thing you EVER wanted to do to Kuno if you were a girl and that was to challenge him. Congratulations Saotome… You’ve just ensured your stay at Furikan High will be a miserable one. Of course, being a, um… “Water Nymph” might keep him away entir—
“Heh! Amusing. Well should you win…I will allow you to go out with me!” The Tendo sisters face-planted into the ground even as Kuno rushed the tree-bound water nymph. Both thinking the same thing… The guy will date anything that moves! Human and otherwise, evidently.
Kuno’s first slash cut through Ranma’s body and she simply stepped forward and applied a high round house kick to the sempai’s face. “Who’s asking to go out with you?” The upper classman slumped to the ground as darkness filled his vision. “And guess what, Kuno… Ranma Saotome is even better than me!” She dropped his bokken and the three women- well, two girls and one demonic alien girl –left the scene of the crime.
Ranma Saotome, cursed heir to the Anything Goes School of Martial Arts drifted off to sleep and as he did, barely paid any mind to the voices he was hearing from the depths of his subconscious. If he would have been more aware, he wouldn’t have identified them as voices, per se… but sounds… Like they were trying to tell him something. Something that sounded like…
…Miyah?
End Part OneAuthors’s Notes: This particular fic was an experiment in more ways than one. First, to see how close to the canon I could keep it after drastically altering Ranma’s curse. Second, to keep from boring everybody with scene rehash since we’re basically going over the same manga timeline. I’ve found myself reading other people’s fics and simply skipping over that rehash until I got to the next “inspired” part. Hopefully I’m keeping these sections lively for you. Finally, I began this story before even knowing "Spring of Drowned Miyah!" existed, so any similarities are entirely coincidental.
Cabbits; Trying to stay as canon as possible, we already know they exhibit many of Ryoko’s powers. Floating and phase shifting through solid matter being the primary in both cabbit and humanoid forms. While not specified in any series, it wouldn’t be a huge stretch to assume that a cabbit could product blaster fire and possibly even teleport in humanoid form like Ryoko as well.
Transformers; Ranma’s modes break down quite simply—The cabbit is his default curse mode that will always appear with cold water. From there, Ranma must expend energy and concentration to shift into humanoid mode. A tired or sufficiently distracted Ranma will find himself reverting back into cabbit mode. Finally, there is battleship mode. Since it is a natural state, it requires no effort to maintain. (Because I said so). Note, ALL modes are subject to the rules of his curse. Draw your own conclusions.
Akane; Get over it :p
Kasumi; Her actions toward Ranma are not nessisarily designed to angle the matchup in her direction. Just an illustration of how eccentric she can be, nothing more.
Ranma; has a ponytail, not a pigtail. I decided to skip the noodle curse since it would cause trouble to no end given her humanoid crabbit's penchance for wild hair. the dragon whisker would come off, he'd go back to being a guy and 'lo, instant growth. To unwieldy of a plot device to deal with constantly, so I omited that little side trip.
Special Thanks to pre-reader Yarrow
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