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Righto, well then I am once again trying to work on some fanfiction simply due to boredom. This story however, is an entry I put into a contest where the point was to stick Ranma with as many fiancees as possible. The contest was eventually called since only two participated but I liked this story too much to just dump it in the waste basket. I really don't want to waste my time typing it, but since it is expected, I will do the standard disclaimer bit. I don't own these people. There we go. On with the show.
“So Ranma, what are you going to do about all these new fiancées?” Genma used the pause in Ranma’s movements this gave him to slam him once more into the pond.
“Low blow pops.” Ranma jumped back out of the pond and proceeded to vent some of her frustrations on her father. Who knew a giant panda could be turned into a pretzel?
“Breakfast is ready everyone.” Kasumi’s call led to the usual stamped of people to the dining table, though this morning it had an extra guest as well as a surprise. Kagome was sitting there eating next to Kasumi; quietly eating the food she had been provided. Nabiki decided to start the day off right with some interrogation.
“So Kagome, exactly why are you here again?” Kagome finished swallowing the food in her mouth before she answered. “Apparently my grandfather arranged an omiai between me and the son of a friend of his. Ranma is the son of a Ms. Nodoka Saotome right?
“Yes, she is my mom. Why though are you agreeing to actually meet with me?”
Kagome looked over to Ranma. “It is because I didn’t really have anything else to do. You see there was a boy I was getting along with but he had to move away suddenly. I figured meeting someone near my age might at least help me get over the whole thing. The thing is that you remind me of him so much. You even sound the same.”
“Ranmaaaa. You didn’t leave this girl behind when you were younger like you did Ukyo did you?” Akane stood over Ranma suddenly with her ever present aura of violence and hate. “Nah, I don’t believe I did. However she does seem to be reminding me of someone.”
“I hate to interrupt the possible reunion, but we have to be off to school. Kagome, won’t you be missing a day?” Nabiki asked as she began to head for the door. “Not really, I have this week off due to some disease or other my grandfather decided to turn in. I will speak with you all later.” Kagome watched them leave as Ranma just stopped for a moment to turn back into her male form. Just before he got out the gate Kagome decided to try something just to test something. “Sit boy!” For some unexplainable reason, Ranma suddenly slammed into the ground and began trying to check his neck for something.
“Ranma, what is wrong with you? Get up and let’s go.” Akane as usual was impatient and began to head on without him as Ranma finally got up and chased after the sisters Tendo.
The three teenagers managed to get to school without much incident other than the ladle lady getting Ranma once more as they passed by. Another boring day of classes it would appear were about to be in order. There was a surprise due to them around their third period of the day. It was supposed to be a science class, and rather than the usual teacher in walked that Washu woman from the day before. Ranma knew this was just a sign of some more trouble brewing. Akane however was trying not to pitch a fit about what she knew had to be some sort of setup.
“Greetings class, my name is Washu Hakubi. I am your substitute science teacher for the next few days. It would seem that your regular teacher suddenly came down with a case of Chulock Flu so I will be filling in for him. Now I want you all to open your books to page….” She stopped talking for a moment after taking a glance into the textbook she was expected to teach from. “Okay class, forget this book. Its way too antiquated to be teaching from, they only have 110 elements in it. I suggest you toss your books out the window. Today we will be learning how to create a miniature anti-matter reaction using common household items. I suggest you all take notes, I will only show you all how to do this once.” The class collectively gulped and knew it was in for a long day.
One blown up class room and a severely frazzled school later, the resident teenagers of the Tendo dojo were on their way back home. Nabiki, of course, had found the whole event to be quite hilarious. “And then she told you all the calculations and someone made an error?” Ranma grumbled something about thinking that the blonde woman had called the teacher on some sort of advanced computer had led to the accident but there was no way to prove that. The group arrived home in time to see a young man standing at the front door about to knock.
Ranma believed he recognized the person they saw and decided to speak up first. “Is that you Keitaro? What are you doing here?” Keitaro turned around and looked at Ranma for a moment before remembering him from one of his flights across Tokyo. “Ahh Ranma. Do you happen to live here?”
“Yep, sure do. So what are you here for exactly?” Keitaro suddenly looked very nervous. “Uhm... it would appear I am here looking for you. My parents met a woman who convinced them there was a girl here who needed a companion. They forced me to come here and check out this supposedly lovely young woman that they want me to marry.” Ranma stood there for a moment before deadpanning. “Ranko Tendo right?” Keitaro’s only response was to nod his head. “Yeah, you would be looking for me then K.”
“… I should have known.” Akane was just a little too confused by the exchange not to speak up. “Exactly how do you two know each other?” Ranma decided to answer for the both of them. “We both met while flying through the air over the city. Unfortunately we met as we landed in a lake in one of the parks so he knows about the curse already.”
Kasumi opened the door to find the lot of them standing outside. “Please come in. I see you met one of the young men that were here to meet you from yesterday. Do you know if the other boy will be back?” Keitaro shook his head in the negative. “Not sure, he said something about making Shigure pay for setting him up on this before he walked off. I am unsure if we will be seeing him again or not.”
The group piled into the house and they sat around the table with Kagome in attendance as well. Keitaro decided to introduce himself to everyone that might not have been present the first time. “Name is Keitaro Urashima. I am currently on my fourth attempt to enter Todai, manager of the all female dormitory Hinata Inn.” Genma, who was originally going to tell the boy to pack up and head home, suddenly perked up at the mentioning of that last name. “The same Urashima clan that practices that interesting form of weaponless combat? Perhaps you should at least stick around and aid in Ranma’s training. I believe I recall that you are the successor to your schools style?” Keitaro did not respond for a moment considering his families martial style is one of those supposedly hidden ones. “Uhm... actually that would be my sister Kanako. I haven’t practiced the art since I was 10. Ranma, is your father usually like this?” Ranma noded his head.
Before much else could happen, Keitaro’s legendary clumsiness kicked in and he wound up falling before he can take a seat at the table. Ranma, knowing Keitaro’s lack of luck tried to prevent him from falling exactly where he knew he would. Unfortunately this leads to both Ranma and Keitaro with a hand on either of Nabiki’s breasts. “20,000 yen each.” Nabiki did not even look flustered as she demanded the money from them for daring to touch her. However before either had a chance to reach for the money or pray for mercy from the horrors Nabiki could unleash upon them, Akane tagged the both of them with an uppercut. The two boys were sent flying through the wall and up into a low flight path across Tokyo.
“K, I have been meaning to ask you. How do you survive these? I know I can take them thanks to my training but you look as scrawny as a rail.” Keitaro shrugs as his response before the both of them find themselves planted head down in a vacant lot. After a few minutes of squiggling the two get up out of the ground and dust themselves off. “Ranma, why do we put up with this again?” Ranma pondered that for a moment before he decided he has no clue as to why they do and just shrugged. Keitaro decided he had best be hightailing it back to his dorm lest he cause more troubles after leaving the demanded money with Ranma to pay Nabiki. Ranma began the slow hike back home.
As he was neared home, Mousse stepped out to talk to him for a moment. “Ranma, I really need to tell you something.” Ranma, having caught onto what fate (Urd) was up to had some good idea. “Let me guess, in order to make it so I might run into Shampoo’s arms and be her husband Cologne has declared I am an honorary Amazon and that any man that has beat me in a fight is my husband right? Please tell me I am wrong.” Mousse was momentarily shocked that Ranma actually knew what he was about to say. “How did you know what I was about to…?” “Can it Mousse. With the kind of days I have been having I thought it was just a very likely possibility. You and Ryoga both know I am not as dumb as I let on. I would think that was obvious from our fights by now.” “True Saotome. Still what shall we do about this? I am not allowed back into the diner until you are either in Shampoo’s arms or I am married to you. Either way the old hag gets what she wants and your blood line is in the Amazon tribe.” Ranma pondered this for a moment. “I suggest we ask Kasumi but you might be able to stay in the dojo for now. Just be careful and don’t cause any more problems for this day please? I have already been slammed into the ground by some sort of magic, blown up by an anti-matter reaction, and been sent 3 wards away thanks to one misunderstanding. I don’t think I could take much more excitement today.”
With that out of the way the two continued to the Tendo dojo. Hopefully tomorrow would turn out better, though with the morning Ranma was going to be in for it was highly doubtful.