All right, here ya go. Sorry this one took a couple days to come out, but I had some problems. Anyhow, hope you enjoy the chapter.

Chapter 42, But what is the question?!

General Hammond sighed and leaned back in the comfortable chair in his office at Stargate Command, looking over the top of a neatly typed report at his lead SG team and wondering if he should just court-martial them or send them off for psych evaluations first.

“All right.” He said, slowly. “So you opened the gate to the lost boy’s last distortion point,” He started, using the name that the complex had come up with to identify their little wandering problem, then continued. “Then, you found yourself in an extra-dimensional space where you met a short skirted magical warrior with an incredibly advanced supergate?”

Colonel Jack O’Neill nodded.

“Do you have any idea how stupid that sounds?” Hammond snapped, suddenly lunging up and forward in his seat to pin one of his oldest friends with a piercing glare.

“Oh, I’m vaguely aware.” Jack replied, deadpan. “Look General, I know I have a tendency to joke around, but I had a crackling energy staff shoved in my face for about five minutes before we could explain to this chick that we weren’t there to attack her gate, and then she just kicked us out. The fact that we ended up landing on top of Dr. Frasier is simply bad luck. Funny, but bad luck.”

“He’s telling the truth, sir.” Major Samantha Carter said, stepping forward to stand by her commander. “I have no intention of claiming it was magic, more like an energy weapon we haven’t seen before and some sort of transmitter and receiverless teleportation, but it did happen.”

“Including the bit with the Japanese schoolgirl uniform with the extremely short skirt and the heart shaped staff?” The base’s commander asked, raising an eyebrow.

Carter and O’Neill both looked slightly uncomfortable, but nodded, and were joined by their two team mates.

“Luckily for you four, there’s actually a record of people like the one you described.” Hammond said, sighing. “They call themselves the Sailor Senshi, and are usually seen around Japan. now that we know they hold some sort of stargate, they’ve become our problem.”

“Wait, you mean we have to go talk to the green haired lady again?” O’Neill said. “I don’t think Dr. Fraisure would like it if I fell on her again.”

The general shook his head. “I’m afraid not. The gate operators tell me that the last lost boy rupture was somehow sealed, but we’ll be keeping an eye on these… ‘Sailor Warriors’ from now on. Oh, and Jackson?”

“Yes, sir?” Daniel Jackson asked, stepping forward rather nervously and hoping that he could avoid any part in this ridiculous chain of events.

“I suggest you keep working on your Japanese, SG-1 is now assigned to negotiations with the Senshi if we ever manage to get them in one place.” Seeing the four frown, he continued. “That is all, dismissed.”

After the SG team left his office, the general reached into the back of the bottom drawer of his desk and withdrew a small flask, unscrewed the lid and took a long pull of the contents. Capping it again, he hid it and sighed. “Explaining THIS to the secretary of defense is going to be fun…” He muttered. “I love my job.”

HR.

Sunday morning dawned uneventfully for most of the residents of the Minato ward. One look at the sky said that it would be a nice day, even if the night before had been rather nippy, and almost everyone, including Haruka and Ranma were feeling pretty content. Well, Ranma was, Haruka was feeling a little annoyed as she tried to catch the black haired super-ball that she could call her fiancé in the Meiou home’s back yard. The two occasionally sparred in the mornings, but this time was different. Ranma had insisted on seeing just how quickly she could make herself go, and she was finding out that it was quite fast, especially with her frustration.

Growling as she missed him by only a few inches, Haruka vowed that she would wipe the smirk off of the pigtailed boy’s face. Quite frankly, it galled her that Ranma was a little faster than her as well as being so much stronger, since her speed was pretty well her pride and joy, but she really wasn’t surprised. Leaping away from him, she stopped to catch her breath. “What, you give up?” He asked, giving her an infuriating smirk.

Haruka didn’t answer, just panting, but she was gratified to see that he had a sheen of sweat covering his forehead. Re-positioning her feet, she met his eyes and narrowed her own. She had heard his advice before, about trying not to tense her body until the instant before movement, to give him as little time to predict her direction of travel as possible, and decided that this would be the last round of their little game.

Pushing herself forward and feeling the muscles in her legs protest under the sudden abuse, she catapulted towards her target at best possible speed, angling slightly to one side. As she expected, Ranma began to compensate by falling back the other way, but she’d calculated her arc so that it wouldn’t take her too far beyond him even when he started doing that. Shoving her left foot into the ground on an angle, she resisted the urge to yelp in pain as she felt the muscles strain, and threw herself to the side with all her might. Sure enough, she slammed into the surprised pigtailed martial artist with a shoulder-check that bore him to the ground.

“So,” She asked, as the two lay on the ground, her blonde hair hanging down in front of her face as she held herself above him with her arms. “Did I win?”

Ranma grinned up at her. “Guess ya did.” He said. “I’m impressed, that was a pretty good tactic.”

“Oh my, Haruka, I didn’t know you were so forward.” Came a snickering female voice from behind the blonde, and she turned her head to see Setsuna standing on the house’s back porch and smirking at her teasingly.

“What are you talking about?” The blonde asked, hearing her words echoed by Ranma.

“Well, you DID just jump him.” Setsuna said.

“I…” Haruka gaped at her, mouth opening and closing. “That isn’t funny!” She grumbled, finally, looking away only to see that somehow Ranma had gotten out from under her and to his feet.

“We were just trainin.” He grumbled, dusting himself off. “Why’s everyone gotta assume something perverted, anyhow?”

Setsuna smirked. “Well, you are engaged, It’s expected.” She ducked back into the house snickering as Haruka gave her an annoyed glare and Ranma started scratching the back of his neck.

“Come on, we should probably go in and get cleaned up.” She offered, looking down at her work-out clothes clad body, which was covered in grass stains and dirt smudges.

“Yeah,” Ranma said, taking his mind off of Setsuna’s comments. “Especially with what we gotta do later.”

“Let’s worry about that when we have to, all right?” Haruka asked, noticing that Ranma’s face had become pensive when he’d mentioned that. The pigtailed boy nodded reluctantly, and the two proceeded inside.

In a tree across the yard, a small black clad figure huddled, shaking softly. Sasuke peered out from inside of his Ninja hood, his teeth still chattering from having spent the whole of last night outside. Though it had entered spring, the nights were still uncomfortably cold, and the little Ninja once again wanted to curse his mistress as the bumps on the back of his skull reminded him of the car ride he’d taken from Nerima. Still, he had a job to do, and the comment about having to do something important today piqued his interest.

HR.

Makoto Kino smiled to herself as she came home from her morning jog. She always enjoyed the feeling of health and energy the daily exercise gave her, at least when she could do it before school or on weekends. Stepping into her front hall and slipping off her shoes, she called out “I’m home!” as a notification to the moon cats.

To tell the truth, doing that also felt nice. The only Kino had lived alone for about five years now, ever since her last remaining relatives and guardians had died and she liked having others in her house… even if they were magical moon cats that were cursed to turn into humans.

She shook her head at how weird that thought was, and how interesting her life had become over the last year or so, before walking into the living room and stopping in her tracks. She surveyed the scene before her, trying to hold in laughter.

On her couch sat Artemis, in human form and trying to pull one of her shirts on. He was having little luck, as he had it inverted.

Luna was having less bad luck, but her choice of a bright red top with Makoto’s old school’s green skirt and what appeared to be a pair of jean shorts made the girl blink several times.

“Do I want to know what’s going on here?” She asked, slowly.

Artemis growled from inside of the shirt, pulling the hem over his head to show that his white hair was in disarray. “How do humans do this every day?” He grumbled.

“We were going to attend the meeting today in human forms, to avoid startling Neptune.” Luna explained, before giving her fellow guardian cat an annoyed look. “Unfortunately, Artemis is having a little trouble.”

Makoto couldn’t help but snicker a bit, before walking over and re-arranging the shirt. Fortunately for her blood pressure and hormone levels, he’d figured out the pants on his own, and, despite the fact that the clothes were made for a female, Makoto’s tall stature made them fit him reasonably well. “How’d you manage to do that?” She asked, as she pulled the sleeves down to his wrists.

“It’s not like I’ve had to do this before.” He complained. “Besides, I always left the room when Minako got changed. It wouldn’t be right not to.”

“Aw, you’re a gentleman, huh?” Makoto ribbed, before turning to Luna. “As for you…”

The black haired woman looked offended. “What’s the matter with me?” She demanded.

Makoto sighed. “Come on, I’ll take you into my room and find some stuff for you.” She said, leading the rather confused neo-human in to the next room and closing the door.

On the couch, Artemis sighed. “After this gets fixed I’ll never criticize Minako for taking so long to get ready again.” He vowed, as he started to straighten up his disheveled hair.

HR.

Later that morning, Sailors Uranus and Neptune looked at a street map of Juuban. “Hmm, the Hikawa shrine… the map says it should be down this street.” Uranus said. She was usually more comfortable navigating in a vehicle, but somehow thought that a Sailor Senshi driving around in Haruka Tenoh’s car wouldn’t be the smartest idea in the world.

“Is that it?” Neptune asked, pointing at the large arch of a shinto temple about half a block away.

Uranus’s eyes widened and she blinked at the gate. “If it is, I’ve been here before.” She answered. “I’m pretty sure this is the place I fought that demon on Monday.”

“Kinda odd place for them ta ask us ta meet them then.” Neptune muttered, then shrugged. “Well, guess we should get this over with.”

Uranus nodded, and the two began to climb the stairs that lead from street level to the shrine. As they reached the top, the wind Senshi looked around, identifying small holes in the wall where the other Senshi had been held by the demon’s prayer sticks. “Yeah, this is the place.” She said, confidently.

“Well, what do we do?” Neptune asked. “Just go up ‘n knock on the front door?”

“That girl said to meet at the Shrine, but I don’t see anyone here… so I suppose we have no choice.” Uranus said, then nodded decisively and walked up to the front door. Raising her fist, she rapped on it firmly several times.

The two outer Senshi waited for a few moments, wondering if anyone was going to answer the door as time went on, until it finally opened to reveal a young black haired girl, maybe about the same age as Ami, wearing a shrine maiden’s garb.

The black haired girl looked at the two Senshi for a moment, and then her eyes popped wide. “What in the world are you two doing?!” She hissed, glaring at them.

“We were told to come here.” Uranus replied, evenly. “Is there something wrong?”

The black haired girl sputtered for a moment, before huffing. “Grandpa, they’re just some of my friends!” She yelled, turning back to the inside of the shrine for a moment.

“All right, Rei! You can take a break for a while to see them if you’d like!” A cheerful sounding old man’s voice came from inside, and the girl sighed in relief.

“Come on, I’ve got to get you two out of sight.” She hissed, and started walking.

Neptune and Uranus exchanged looks for a few seconds, before shrugging and following the girl. “Ya’know,” Neptune observed. “When Ami told me ta meet the Senshi here, I assumed it was ‘cuz the place was secure.”

The black haired girl, obviously Rei, winced. “Yeah, well we probably should have thought things through first.” She muttered. Sighing, she continued. “Too late now.”

“So,” Uranus said, taking a look around before speeking again. “You’re one of the Senshi?”

“Sailor Mars.” Rei reluctantly admitted, after making a perimeter check of her own. “And so far, this meeting is going great.” She muttered, quietly enough for the outer Senshi to miss.

HR.

“Why are you here?” Sasuke gulped as he was being held against a wall by a Kodachi. Actually, he would have found the irony funny, if the blade wasn’t ready to cut his head off.

“Wait, Konatsu-san, I am not here to harm your Ukyo-sama!” He croaked, and cursed himself for not being more alert. He’d been following Ranma and the blonde haired person he was with as mistress Kodachi had ordered, when the two of them had ducked into an alley. He had thought that they had spotted him, and had tried to find a good hiding place in case Ranma came out of the alley angry. Unfortunately, he’d ended up finding the place where Konatsu had hidden, apparently while following him.

The male Kunoichi sighed, sheathing his blade on his back and nodding to the other Ninja. “Fine, Sasuke, may I ask what you were doing, then? I must ensure that it doesn’t harm Ukyo.”

The Kuno retainer raised an eyebrow, noting that Konatsu had dropped the Sama honorific, but didn’t comment on it. “Lady Kodachi wishes for me to observe Ranma, and tell her what he is doing.” He said. Seeing the other Ninja’s look darken, he grimaced. “I know. I don’t want to do it either.” He then frowned, looking down at his black-slippered feet. “But, a retainer to the Kuno line has his duties.”

The male Kunoichi nodded, and stopped in thought for a moment. “And if you reported to your mistress that a better Ninja than you was confounding your efforts?” He asked.

Sasuke bristled at being called inferior to the other, but he had to admit that he didn’t stand much of a chance against someone who could fight Ranma or Ryoga to a stand-still. Then, he realized something, and smiled. “Well, then I could not bring any more information than I have already learned to the mistress, and it would be no fault of my own.” He answered, quickly.

“Then Sasuke, I promise that whenever I see you spying on Ranma, I will stop you.” Konatsu said, simply. “Is that understood?”

The black clad manservant nodded rapidly, and then put on a falsely angry expression. “I cannot believe that you would do that! Now all I can report to the mistress is the boy’s general location!”

“I owe a debt to Saotome, and I will consider this my repayment.” Konatsu responded, putting on an equally serious face.

“I understand…” Sasuke growled, before hopping off. Once he knew he was alone, he smiled lightly. He liked Ranma. Unlike some others who he had known in his life, the boy tried to be reasonably gentle when putting him down, and had even tried to help him re-enter his masters’ good graces a time or two. Now, he could bring back a truly useless intelligence report with no loss of honor.

Dashing from roof to roof, the black clad man proceeded back to Nerima as quickly as he could. From a position one roof away from his and Konatsu’s original confrontation point, Sailor Pluto blinked. She had come here when the gates had informed her that another turning point had been reached, only to see what looked like a battle between two random ninja. She recognized the one as Konatsu, but the other, she had no idea about. "This district is turning into a bad action movie." She muttered, before flipping her staff around in one hand, shrugging, and then teleporting away..

HR.

Neptune, Uranus and Rei waited in a clearing behind the Hikawa shrine for the other Senshi to show up. Apparently, the two outers had arrived slightly early. There was an uneasy silence between the three, until Rei finally broke it. “You… don’t look like a guy.” She said, not able to resist making the comment after getting a closer look at Neptune.

Oddly, it was Uranus who reacted, startled, to the comment. “What do you mean?” She asked curiously.

“Sailor Neptune.” Rei answered, pointing at the redhead. “Ami said that she… he… was a guy, and had some sort of water based transformation.” She smirked. “Then again, I’ve seen a few really good crossdressers in my time around here.”

Neptune’s eye twitched. “I’m not a crossdresser.” She snapped, the term apparently being a sore subject to her. “The curse is a full change, ‘n a doctor I know once told me it goes right down to the DNA, or somethin.”

“Oh, I’m sorry for… Well, I’m sorry.” Rei said, not having meant to be so blunt, or hit an apparently very touchy subject.

The group fell into silence again, until a bubbly looking blonde girl bounced in. “Hey, Rei, your grandfather said you’d be out he…” She stopped when she saw the two other Senshi who were sitting on tree stumps near the shrine maiden. “Oh, you guys came! Nice to meet you, I’m Minako.”

She offered a hand to the two outer Senshi, and Neptune just stared at it blankly for a moment. When she saw Uranus reach out and shake it, she followed her example. “Nice to meet you.” The two outers said.

“Yeah, I didn’t think both of you would come.” Minako exclaimed. “But it’s so nice to meet a new Senshi. I mean, I was the last new one to join, and I never got to welcome anyone else, so…”

Rei slapped her forehead. “You know, you didn’t have to tell them.” She muttered, shaking her head slowly from side to side.

“Oh… Oops?” Minako said, looking sheepish. Still, she sat down next to the two new Senshi and began to talk their ears off, mostly about stuff that neither Ranma nor Haruka had any experience or interest in.

It was a bit of a blessing, then, when the rest of the Senshi trickled in. They were Ami, who Neptune gave an odd look, Usagi, who both outers recognized, and a black haired guy in a green suit jacket and black jeans. “Who’s that guy, do ya think?” Neptune whispered, pointing at the only male in the area.

The blonde looked him over, then jumped in surprise. “Hey, I saw him before. He’s the guy with the Tuxedo and the roses.”

“Oh.” Neptune said, not sure about roses, but vaguely recalling a man with a tux from the battle during the week. Even with her memory half shot by fear, seeing a guy jump into the middle of a demon battle with a cane as his only weapon was kind of memorable.

“So, Odango, you’re here before someone else for once.” Rei needled, causing the blonde haired girl known as sailor moon to pout at her.

“Rei, you can be so mean.” She mumbled, then looked around to see who the black haired girl was talking about. “Oh, where is Makoto? She’s usually one of the first here, isn’t she?” She asked, worriedly.

“Well, she has to bring the cats this time.” Ami said, then winced as she realized that Neptune was sitting nearby, and had flinched visibly. “Sorry.” She said, apologetically.

“I… its fine.” Neptune stuttered. “Just try ‘n keep any ‘o those little things outta here, all right?”

“Hmm, Luna’s not going to like that.” Usagi commented, just imagining the reaction of her guardian. She could almost feel the scratches already.

A few moments later, Rei looked around the clearing again. Neptune and Uranus were mostly keeping to themselves, while Usagi and Minako chatted with each other and Ami studied. Occasionally, she heard the two outers muttering things, but hadn’t been able to make them out.

Just as she was about to suggest starting the meeting without Makoto or the two lunar cats, three new figures entered the clearing. All present looked around to see the Senshi of Lightning and two other people, both dressed in clothes they’d seen Makoto wear at one point or another, and had prominent crescent shaped markings on their foreheads. Even so, Minako made another mental note that Artemis was distractingly cute as a human, then slapped herself upside the head.

Usagi looked at the other blonde inner Senshi, confused. “Why’d you do that, Minako?” She asked.

“Oh, nothing.” Minako muttered, before seizing the chance to change the subject. “So, everyone’s here, let’s get breaking!”

‘Breaking?’ Neptune thought, not even beginning to guess what the other girl meant, but agreed that they had spent enough time sitting around. “Okay, so what’s goin on?” She asked, bluntly.

“Well,” Usagi started. “first of all, we want to meet you guys. After all, it’s not every day a new Senshi shows up, let alone two.”

The two outers looked between each other for a moment, and Neptune shrugged. “Well, ya already know who I am if Ami’s told ya, so I guess it won’t hurt to introduce myself.” She said, and then reached up to the stone on her chest, returning to civilian form in a flash of light. “Ranma, anything goes martial arts grand master.”

Makoto started to grin widely at that pronouncement. One of the new Senshi being a martial arts grand master was a very good thing for her to hear, and she would have to see if the other girl would give her training. Then, it clicked. “Wait, I thought Ami said you were a guy? And what’s your last name, anyways?”

Ranma sighed, rubbing her forehead. “Hmm, maybe I should get a paper written up ‘ta explain all this?” She asked.

Uranus smirked. “Why not write a book? You’d probably sell a few copies.” She joked, but Ranma just gave her an annoyed glare. The inners noticed this interaction, and Ami, Rei and Makoto filed it away to consider later. “Okay, for the short version, I’ve got a shape shifting Jusenkyo curse, ‘n I was forced ta abandon my family name due to honor conflicts. I’ll explain more later, okay?”

“As for me,” Uranus said,, shrugging. “I’d rather keep that a secret for now, at least until we know a little more about you.” The inners wanted to grumble about that comment, but decided against it for the moment. Knowing at least a bit about one of the two new Senshi would help them with the other, especially since it seemed that Ranma knew Uranus well.

“Jusenkyo?!” One of the people who had followed Makoto into the clearing, the one with black hair, asked. “Is that how you changed us?”

“Changed you?” Ranma asked, looking at her oddly.

“Yes, Artemis and I are the Senshi’s advisers. We used to bare the form of small cats.” She noticed that Ranma had started backing up, falling off of the back of her log the second she mentioned that. “Are you all right?” She asked, astonished at the very real look of fear on the redhead’s face.

Uranus wanted to know the same thing, leaning over to examine her partner carefully. “I’m fine.” Ranma muttered, clambering back onto her seat. “Sorry, I’m just real jumpy about… those things.” Then, she went over what had been said so far. “Wait, ya said I somehow gave ya Jusenkyo curses? How?”

The white haired man, Artemis, butted in at this point. “By blasting us with a stream of water.” He growled, giving Ranma an annoyed glare.

“Artemis.” Luna said, as she saw that Ranma was looking distinctly nervous at the look. “You know, if she is so jumpy around us, it could become a problem in the future.” She frowned, considering. “Would you allow me to attempt to cure you of your fear of cats?”

“You could do that?” Ranma asked, all thought of her somehow projecting Jusenkyo seeming to fly out of her head for a moment, and for quite good reason. The battle she’d taken part in at the old mansion had told her just how much the Neko-ken could incapacitate her in a fight, especially if she didn’t want to, or couldn’t, let it loose. Still, she wasn’t sure. “How?”

“Well,” Luna explained. “Artemis and I, or rather our race in general, has the ability to enter other beings’ minds. We used it to help awaken the Inner Senshi, and it’s possible that I may be able to use it to fix this problem you have with cats.”

“You’re going to rummage around inside her mind?” Uranus asked, her eyes narrowing. I don’t like that idea much.”

Luna scowled at her. “I assure you that Mau are strictly forbidden from causing damage when performing this technique. It’s rather like a human doctor’s Hippocratic oath.” She sniffed, apparently mortally offended that Uranus could suggest such a thing. “Besides, I want to be able to become a normal Mau again and live with Usagi.” She looked down at her human hands and opened and closed them. Something about that statement felt wrong to her, as if she was forgetting something, but she couldn’t remember what.

Ranma looked at Uranus, and the other shrugged. “It’s your mind, your call I guess.” She said. “I understand why you’d want to get rid of that problem with cats.”

Ranma nodded. “Yeah, do it.” She said. “If these guys’re supposed ta be c… those things all the time, ‘n if whatever I accidentally did ever wears off,” She gulped.

Luna nodded and stepped forward, being watched constantly by Uranus. To tell the truth, this made her very nervous, especially since she actually wasn’t sure if her mental abilities still worked. Even so, she knelt in front of the blue eyed redhead sitting on the tree stump, and focused on her eyes. Almost immediately, the golden mark on her head started to glow. The two went completely still for a frightening few moments, and Uranus started to move forward to try and break the link.

To her surprise, she saw that the white haired Mau, or whatever they were called, was moving to do the same. Suddenly, the two burst into motion again. Ranma just blinked, then rubbed her head in pain. “Ouch, that wasn’t fun…” She mumbled.

Luna’s reaction was… different. Abruptly, the human shaped moon cat pitched forward, scrambled ahead on all fours, and began emptying her stomach into the bushes. “Luna, are you all right?” The white haired Mau asked, concerned, and moved to clasp the other’s shoulder.

Luna didn’t answer, merely continuing to shudder. After a few minutes, she croaked something out. “I’m… Never… going in there again.”

“Guess that means it didn’t work?” Ranma asked, looking slightly guilty at the sight of the woman who had been violently sick after trying to read her mind.

Luna shook her head. “There are things locked behind a block in your mind, that…” She shuddered. “A six year old boy can generate an astounding amount of fear.” She finished, simply.

“Six?” Usagi asked, blinking. “What happened when she… he… when Ranma was six?”

Luna simply shook her head, and Ranma shrugged. “That’s when I was trained in the Neko-ken.” She quietly added, “Really don’t wanna talk about it.”

The group fell into a rather uncomfortable silence, and Usagi winced. She was pretty sure that she didn’t want to know what this Neko-ken was anymore, especially if it would give Luna such reactions. “So,” she said, forcefully changing the subject. “What about Luna and Artemis’s curses?”

Ranma shrugged. “I’ve got no idea.” She admitted.

Several of the Senshi face-faulted at the frank statement, other than Uranus who mostly expected it.

“What do you mean you have no idea? You threw around magic like that and you have no idea how you did it?!” Rei asked, incredulously.

“Look, if I’da known how ta control Jusenkyo, I woulda used it ta cure my curse long ago.” Ranma frowned. “And, o’course, now that I know it could be possible, I CAN’T cure my curse. Hell, I can’t even remember what I did I was so out of it at the time.”

Luna and Artemis both let their heads fall in disappointment, and Ranma noticed. “Look, I’m sorry. I know what a pain Jusenkyo is, even if ya really are… those things.” She shuddered. “I’ll try ‘n figure somethin out, okay?”

“I suppose that’s all we can ask.” Ami contributed.

Just as Artemis was about to object to that, the group heard someone yelling from the house. “Rei! Hino-san wants you back inside to finish your chores up and he won’t let me do them this time!”

Rei winced. “Sorry guys, but it looks like this meeting’s over, especially since I can’t disguise it as a study session.”

Usagi sighed. “Great, and we still have so much to talk about.” She muttered, then perked up. “You two can come again! We can get Ami to arrange it!” She said, happily.

The aforementioned blue haired girl threw a look at her leader that was almost, but not quite, annoyed, before nodding reluctantly.

“Fine, we’ll be back ‘n I’ll try and figure out this Jusenkyo thing in the meantime.” Ranma replied. The Senshi disbanded quickly after that, especially since they could hear Yuuichiro blundering through the forest towards them, looking for Rei.

HR.

A short time later, Ranma and Haruka were walking home, talking about the meeting. “I just can’t believe that they’re all kids.” Ranma grumbled to herself, annoyed.

“They’re only three years younger than us, at most.” Haruka shot back, looking at the redhead oddly.

“That Makoto walked like she knew some martial arts, but the others… Minako has some experience, I think, even if she acts kinda flakey, but Usagi and Ami…” She frowned. “All ‘o them are normal junior high girls, is all. Doesn’t really seem fair.”

Haruka nodded. “Yeah, but these powers seem to have been based on reincarnation, or something, right? There probably wasn’t any choice on who to pick.” She smirked. “Otherwise, they wouldn’t have picked me or you for the job.”

Ranma laughed. “Yeah, I think some Kami up there thought that was a great joke.”

Haruka joined in for a moment, then stopped, thinking of something. “There’s something you said, though…” Seeing Ranma’s curious look, she continued. “You said you couldn’t cure your curse now, what did you mean by that?”

Ranma stopped for a moment and thought. Then, she shrugged. “It’s a combination of a couple of things, I guess.” She finally answered. “I mean, you wouldn’t like it if I got rid of it, would ya?”

Haruka looked at her, astonished. “That’s not the reason, is it?” She was conflicted as she said it. Yes, it was true that she may have her reservations if Ranma’s curse were to vanish, but she liked to think more of herself than to think that she’d abandon him. Also, she knew that Jusenkyo had caused the smaller redhead no end of trouble, and thought that keeping it just for her was a pretty stupid reason.

Seeing the look on her Fiancee’s face, Ranma grinned and grabbed her arm. “Hey, I wouldn’t look good in the sailor suit as a guy either, ya know.” Seeing the redhead’s self-depreciating grin, Haruka couldn’t help pulling up the mental image and starting to giggle herself.

END.

Okay, there it was and hope you enjoyed. Now, on to the stupidity.

OMAKE! OMAKE! OMAKE!

After knocking on the shrine’s front door, the two outer Senshi waited for a few moments, wondering if anyone was going to answer it as time went on, until it finally opened to reveal an old preast.

The man looked the two fuku clad magical girls over for a moment, and before either could say anything, turned around. “Rei! Some of your friends are here!” He called. Turning back, he bowed towards the Senshi. “My grand-daughter will be out to see you in a moment.” He said, then smiled. “I don’t suppose you two would like to work as shrine maidens?”

End Omake.

Ami:Yep, that was pretty stupid.

Misato:Do you have any idea how much that would have mucked up the plotline?

Weebee:But it would have been funny!

Misato(Smacks him in the back of the head,) Ah, just get back to work.

Weebee:Ow, yes, Ma’am. (Winces) She’s so mean to me…. Anyhow, see you guys later, and don’t forget to review.