Ranma's War

A/N:
Two of the X-Men make their appearence in this chapter, as well as a certain half-demon briefly.
As you may have noticed, motorcycles are a larger part of this story. Thats because I love motorcycles, and i ride every day that weather permits.
Now I just need to decide who appears in Chapter 3...
Enjoy the story! ^_^

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Ranma's War
copyright 2009
Animedevildog

2: Visitors and Surprises

Two people walk towards the school. Both dressed nicely, the woman in a nice business suit and the man in black pants, black button down shirt and tie. They get the occasional stare from those going past, usually the men and teenage boys who nosebleed at the sight of the dark skinned lady with the incredible white hair and a figure that Miss Japan would commit seppuku for. The guy got his fair share of looks as well. From men, it was realization that this was no gaijen to mess with. From some of the women, it was a look of lust, because the badboy image still attracts some. Not that it mattered to them. They were here in Japan on business.

“Logan, do you have to smoke those cheap cigars?’ asks Ororo Monroe. They have been friends and teammates for a few years now, and have been through some pretty rough times together. After the death of their mentor, Charles Xavier, It has been for the most part these two running the school. Fortunately, Charles had foresight enough to leave plenty of notes and instructions behind so that the school may carry on. He had also left behind notes on where to find several prospective new students. With that information, they had increased the enrollment to the Manchester school by a respectable amount. Fortunately, several of the students were actually ready to help teach by now, and they were able to find several qualified instructors as well. Now, if she could just get Logan to be a bit more refined…

“Hey! I happen to like these,” he exclaims. Besides, it’s still better than having a wad of Levi Garrett in my mouth.” Logan, codenamed Wolverine, always was able to find the brighter side in the most uncivilized manner. “I think everyone should smoke at least one in their lifetime.” He smirks as his friend just shakes her head lightly in mild disgust. At least she was able to convince him not to light one up during the flight over. Threatening to bring about a billion volts of electricity down from the heavens into that nice lightning rod of a skeleton of his worked wonders. It wasn’t fear that got him. It was the realization that she REALLY disliked those things. Puffing away, he at least now can enjoy one. The Camels she did allow in the jet may not be as offensive, but they did not satisfy like a good Cuban. Cheap cigars… These things are damn expensive!

Turning the corner, they enter the grounds of Furinkan High. The information that they have been able to dig up indicated at least one mutant attended school here. Possibly all three that they were looking for. Two of them had surprisingly similar gifts according to the digging that they did. One had to wonder if they could be related. That was a distinct possibility. The third appeared to be a young woman with latent telepathic and empathic powers. Too bad the Professor never had found the time to dig deeper with Cerebro. Ever since Jean killed the Professor, there has been no one to use the machine, especially since Jean herself is now gone. This thought brings a pang of sadness to him, though he would never let anyone see his grief.

“What notes do we have with us?” asks Wolverine.

Storm again tells him what she knows from memory. This is a little game they developed for when they are out in the field searching for possible new students. It helps keep the knowledge fresh in their heads, and keeps them thinking about their mission. “We have two teenage male subjects with very similar abilities. They both seem to be energy projectors with the ability to tap some pretty serious levels of power. Also, they seem to display higher than normal levels of speed, endurance and ability to take abuse. Contacts in this area tell us about their being able to leap distances far beyond normal human range and to take levels of damage that would kill most outright without serious harm. Also, it seems that they have an ability to transform. One turns into a female, and the other turns into a pig. The same sources say that their transformation abilities might be caused by a visit to china. Still, it would be potentially useful I imagine.”

“I can see how that would be useful, being able to change gender,” mentions Logan. “Although the other boy, I can’t see much use for that, except for the kitchen. Especially considering how we go through bacon at the school.”

“Logan, I’m sure that Mr. Hibiki would really appreciate that sentiment,” she says with a slight groan. If there is a top fault of his, it has to be his sarcastic sense of humor. “Tell me about the third subject.”

“Not much to tell. This one is a young female, late teens to early twenties. Strong projective empathic abilities with an associated receptive talent. Also indications of a latent telepathic ability. The Professor’s notes said that she is a rather peaceful person, and that he sensed that she was somehow in close association with at least one of the other two.” Tossing his cigar, he goes, “Let’s get inside.”

Once inside, they find themselves in a sea of students in school uniforms, and teachers in white shirts and ties. Very few here break that conformity. One person seems to be walking around with an old kendo outfit, another in regular street clothes, and down the hall, they catch a glimpse of another student wearing blue with what appears to be a giant spatula strapped to her back like a sword. There even appears to be one young man with a mane of white hair even thicker and longer than Storm’s kissing his girlfriend. Other than that, just about all the students either wore white shirts and black pants, or light blue dresses, depending on their gender.

The teachers were much the same here. Just about all of them wore black pants and white shirts. The exception to the rule happened to be a tall man in a white suit talking with an older man dressed in the tackiest Hawaiian outfit either one had ever seen. “That would be Mr. Kuno,” sighs Ororo. She could tell that this meeting would be grating on her nerves just by his appearance.

“Dig that horribly fake Hawaiian accent. It makes his Japanese virtually unintelligible,” is Logan’s reply. How someone could mangle his own native tongue so badly was beyond him, but that mattered little. What mattered was whether or not he would work with them, or would he be someone who mistrusted them.

“Ah, the lady and gentleman from the School for Gifted youngsters! Please, come with me to my office.” Principal Kuno’s cheerful manner is heartwarming, as well as his welcome. Then again, Japan has always been much more accepting of those who were different from the norm, be they mutant or otherwise. Surprising, considering how the society placed such importance on conformance.

Once in the office and the door was closed, they got down to business. “So, you have an interest in a couple of my students. What makes you so interested in them, if you do not mind my asking?”

They explain to him the reason for the school, and what they know of the three subjects. They were hoping that maybe the Principal would have an idea who the young woman was that was their third potential new student. Unfortunately, that was not the case.

“I’m sorry,” he says, “but I would not know who the young lady is that you look for. Now, as for the others, Well, Ranma, I know that ki-ki well. And Ryoga, well, he is a new student here, and he is in the same class as Ranma. If you like, I can ask Onizuka if he minds if you sit in on their class today. To observe, mind you.”

“Thank you, Principal Kuno. That would be much appreciated,” Ororo says.

Logan has sat there as politely as possible throughout the whole meeting. There is one thing that has been nagging him since he first saw the man. “Excuse me, but WHY do you have a palm tree stuck to the top of your head?”

The only thing Storm can do is face palm.

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Outside the office, no one paid heed to the young teen standing outside the office. With a pair of ear buds in, he just seemed like another kid listening to music waiting for classes to begin. What they did not know is that it was not music he was listening to. What he was listening to was the conversation going on in the Principal’s office. One thing that he had done was plant bugs in several places through the school. You never knew what kind of dirt you might pick up on someone. Also, you could get valuable information at times. Information that the right people would pay real money for. Nabiki Tendo was one such person. So was Tatewaki Kuno. This information, on the other hand, would go to his employers. He did not know why his employers would want information such as this, but they had offered him some serious cash before for information, and he was not one to turn down money. He steps outside and pulls out his cell phone. “This is Gosunkugi. I have some information that you will want.” He listens to the instructions given over the phone, and then heads out from the school, but not before placing another phone call.

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“So, what’s the deal with the two visitors in class today?” asks Ranma. It’s now late afternoon and school is out. Gathered in Ryuji’s shop, the group has gathered to talk shop. In this case, it’s mainly talking motorcycle tech and talking shit right now. Though Ranma and Ryoga both want to know more about the Americans.

“Unfortunately guys, I haven’t been told anything. I asked the principal, and he wouldn’t tell me anything. You know, that guy is weird…” Onizuka tells them.

“That’s nothing. You should meet his kids. His son walks around in a kendo uniform all day, and his daughter is just plain crazy,” pipes in Ryoga, as he finishes placing a new exhaust to his bike. He’s another one who has taken up motorcycling, though it just seemed like a new way for the pig-boy to get lost. Funny thing is him and Ranma had actually become friends over the summer, though Ranma still got pissed over Ryoga sharing Akane’s bed at times, even if it was as a little black pig.

Onizuka and Rebecca had taken the fairing off her bike, and they were going over the work done to it. It was simply an outstanding machine. The fairing was custom molded carbon fiber, as well as the rest of the body work. That included the fender eliminator and tail section. All over the bike, custom touches could be found. The suspension had been totally redone, with a remote reservoir on the rear shock. The real tricked out part was the engine. Normally this would be a little 50cc two stroke single cylinder engine. That had hit the parts bin immediately and had been replaced with a 550cc four stroke V-twin out of a European dirt bike. Even that had been extensively modified. “The engine has custom light weight SRP pistons in it, titanium connecting rods, valves, springs, retainers, and a custom programmed fuel injection and ignition system put into it. I also had custom gears made up for the transmission shafts,” the young girl tells an amazed teacher. “It puts out about 90 horsepower at the wheel,” she continues.

Onizuka is impressed. The girl is lucky though. If she hadn’t lived with her parents still, there is no way she would have been able to afford this bike on a teacher’s salary. It also helps that she had made a few friends while in school in America. They were able to help her get a lot of the stuff at a real bargain. “What got you into motorcycles anyways?” he asks her.

“In my last year of college, I had a friend who would ride dirt bikes. He had a little one that his younger brother had outgrown, so he taught me how to ride it,” she explains. So, I decided I wanted to try other styles of riding. He knew someone with a YSR, and managed to get me a bit of track time. I knew then what I wanted for a bike, and I bought it from him before I left America. My dad helped get it shipped over.”

Looking over to the boy who just finished the exhaust on his Virago, she asks, “So, what made you come back to school Ryoga?”

“Well, I decided that after traveling for so long…”

“You mean being lost,” says Ranma sarcastically from the bench where he’s setting up the supplies to change the oil in his bike.

Ryoga just replies with one finger to that before continuing, “After traveling for so long, I should at least go back to school and get my diploma. After all, it’s kinda hard getting into college without graduating high school.”

It’s at this point that Ryuji walks in carrying a large cooler that had been filled with ice and Mt. Dew, but now had a lot of ice water in it. He did not see the loose socket that his foot found, and promptly landed on his ass. The water in the cooler went flying, drenching everyone in the shop, including Ranma and Ryoga. This caused several things to happen. Ryoga turned into a little black pot-bellied pig. Ranma turned into a red-headed girl and since the shirt had come off so it would remain clean, her nicely shaped double D breasts were exposed for everyone to see. This had the effect of turning several shades redder than her hair. This had the simultaneous effect of causing Eikichi to massively nosebleed and tent his pants. Ryuji just passed out from the shock of it all.

“So, the rumors were true,” says the young Miss Miyamoto, the only one unaffected by the events that just transpired.

Ranma could only continue to blush and look dejected, now that her new friends knew the secret. Ryoga was now in a panic. Scrambling around the shop, he finally leaps into the sink, trying desperately to turn on the hot water. Rebecca calmly reaches over and turns on the water, which leaves a suddenly blushing naked young man crammed into the shop sink.

Grabbing her shirt, Ranma quickly covers up. “How did you know about the curse?” she asks dejectedly. This was not something he wanted Eikichi or Ryuji knowing about.

“Word gets around. I had heard rumors about certain people in this area who change when hit with water. A guy who becomes a girl, and another who becomes a pig. I also hear that there is one guy who becomes a panda, another who becomes a duck, and a girl who becomes a cat.” This last part sends an involuntary shudder down Ranma’s spine. “So, you gonna tell us about it, since we now know?” she asks the red-head. “Oh, you might want to wake Ryuji for this, and will someone knock Onizuka across the head before he bleeds to death? He looks like a damn circus freak tented like that!”