Radish: Okay, this is only because of one thing- when I read the manga, I realized something. I realized that I shnapping hate Kuno’s guts and always happily fantasized what would happen if he ever ran into a girl that could kick his butt, reincarnate him and kick it again. Hence Tawna! Who knows how she ended up idling around the school, but hey! It’s karma.

Tawna sighed. She looked carefully down at her teenage form- with long golden hair and pale blue eyes. She wore a long blue-and-white dress adorned with copious amounts of frills and lace, complete with light blue brooch. Why does mom make me wear things like this? She asked herself. She heard Isis’ voice in her head- ‘but sweetie; it just looks soo cute on you!

When Tawna saw her mother again, she would like to remind her how certain adolescent, mortal high-school males liked to look at people like that.

“Sheesh! You think they’d never seen a girl before.” A girl with red hair snapped, flinging herself down against the school gate with a sigh.

“Hello.” Tawna smiled, tilting her head respectfully to the girl. Finally, a mortal with some sense. She thought to herself.

“Hark! The pigtailed girl and a flower as of yet unnamed! The blue thunder of Furinkan, Kuno greets you with a manly embrace!”

Tawna wheeled about to face the encroaching mortal. She placed a smooth-skinned hand delicately on his midsection. “ 12th commandment of Horus, I invoke Ptah, god of creations. Forge chains fit to bind the ancient spirits to their tombs.” She muttered.

Instantly the blue thunder of Furinkan high school found himself face first on the floor with invisible chains binding him. She then turned to the red-haired girl, smiled, laughed and walked toward the gate to get acquainted with her new classes. After all, she had to find the source of this unstable energy pattern before she could go back home.

Meanwhile, Saotome Ranma stared down at Kuno’s twitching self and raised an eyebrow. Let’s not bother her… he thought quietly. He just hoped she wasn’t an ‘I-hate-guys’ type like Akane.

Aforesaid man-hating girl came up behind him, unceremoniously dumping a bucketful of water that was maybe a little hotter then it should have been. “What happened to Kuno?” she stared.

“I dunno, but whatever it is, I think it was coming for him a long time…”

Akane nodded her head. “Karma, huh?” she walked toward the school building. “Anyway, I think there’s a new girl at the school. The guys have been starting up a ruckus all day long.”

“Oh good grief…” Ranma muttered as he walked inside. Karma’s out to get me too? He seemed to have a problem with new girls.

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“So, as of now, Relling Drakeheart and Tawna Sunlord will be joining our classroom.”

“Hmm… what are they, lovers?” Nabiki drawled, eager to milk any relationship for all it was worth. Which admittedly wasn’t a tidy sum.

“My servant.” Tawna stated with a completely straight face.

“Hey, Ranma. I notice you’re doing a pretty good job of keeping your eyes to yourself.” Nabiki muttered to him.

“Yeah, well, she’s pretty but… it’s like she isn’t looking at us, but looking down on us, from a different level. Just some kind of sense that she really doesn’t care what we think.” The martial artist shrugged, and Nabiki could tell he didn’t care. Well, time for a different approach. After school, she went to Relling.

“That Tawna girl… are you really just her servant?”
“Hmm… how to put this… She saved me from the abyssal darkness from which I was born and taught me what the light meant. For that I am both her servant and her trusted ally.”

“Say wha?” Nabiki didn’t do big words. She just didn’t.

“Exactly what it sounded like.” The dark haired boy smiled and walked away.

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“Are you sure you’re okay? With that pale complexion, you hardly look all right… are you positive? You’re really skinny you know… you aren’t dieting are you? You know that’s bad for you, just terrible. It’s definitely a no. You shouldn’t do it. What are those things you’re wearing on your head?” Dr. Toma enquired, all at a rapid pace.

Oh great, now what was he supposed to say? Maybe he could just baffle this crazy guy with the truth, just like he had that other girl. “Actually sir, those are my horns, I have a pale complexion because I was born in abyssal darkness and lived inside of it for 300,000 years, I’m skinny because dragon bones are so strong they don’t need to be thick so they are hollow and very thin. If you have any more questions, please hurry, as mistress Tawna is waiting for me, and she recently used one of the commandments of Horus and is rather irate and short-tempered at the moment.”
To his surprise, the man nodded. “Hmm… Abyssal darkness that took the form of a dragon? That makes sense… I saw a pair of scissors once that were really abyssal darkness. It’s amazing stuff, isn’t it? I happen to know a few of the Horus commandments, but they’re obviously much weaker then you’re used to- you serve the princess of gods, Tawna? Truly fascinating… I thought the Horus Commandments were a dying art. Good to know there are still old gods out there. By the way…” the man lowered his glasses, revealing a long, curling streak that was tattooed outwards from his left eye. “Tell the goddess Bastet that I appreciate her blessing.” He once again straightened. “Let me know if you find any strange energy- I might be able to give you a hand.” He gave Relling an ordinary business card, but at the touch of Relling’s well-disguised paw, the symbol of Bastet, goddess of cats, glowed brilliantly.

“Thank you. I will relay your message to Bastet. A little piece of advice…” he leaned close up. “Bastet has a soft spot for canned tuna. If you’re thinking of making an offering, that would be best.” He winked one of his golden eyes, which looked eerie when compared to the black-and-white of the rest of his body. “I can give you a way to contact me, too.” He very gently pulled off his glove, revealing his black, furry paw armed with lethal silver talons. “Bastet forgive me for spilling the blood of one of your blessed.” He muttered, and made a shallow incision in Dr. Toma’s finger. It healed instantly, leaving a tiny hieroglyph- a gazelle rearing up like a horse, its unusually long tail decorated with a swirling pattern like the rest of it.

“Thank you.” Dr. Toma smiled.

The human-formed dragon bowed respectfully and exited.

“It must have been for the patients, wasn’t it? By healing people I have gained the attention of the goddesses? Funny thing, karma. You can’t lean to heavily on it, or it will betray you. You can’t live dependent of it, or it will get your attention in strange ways. It truly returns exactly what you give it.” He smiled. “So if you put in good things you get good results.”