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Ranko 1/2	By : humdrum07 Category: +M to R > Ranma ½ Views: 9788 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The weeks to come were much of the same thing. Explanations, and more explanations, most of which were done at school. Ranko was allowed to attend Furinkan High despite the fact that she really just popped up out of nowhere and had no prior record of any education. At first, they treated her like a Ranma clone, but her personality was different enough that many of the students started distancing her from the young man, and accepted the fact that she was like his sister.

Even Kuno had heard, from Nabiki naturally, that his beloved pigtailed girl was now attending school and was the vile Saotome's sister... unfortunately that wasn't enough to deter his amorous advances.

So she had been reintroduced to virtually everyone Ranma had been acquainted with and, to her surprise, they had accepted her. Some guys who had developed crushes on Ranma's girl side had breathed sighs of relief now that their crush wasn't attached to their best friend or enemy. Though Shampoo was now trying to give HER the Kiss of Death.

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It was early in the morning in Nerima and she now sat on the couch in the Tendo's living room, watching some brain-death inducing reality TV show. Suddenly there was a knock on the door, which jolted her from her early morning TV watching.

“Who could it be at this time? Is it... he's early” Ranko, still clad in short black shorts and a white tank top – which were her PJs – grabbed her robe from the sofa and pulled it tightly around her.

“Hello?” she pulled the shoji screen aside and smiled at the sight that met her on the other side. Mousse was dressed in his normal Chinese robes and held a box of Nekohanten takeout in his hands. Beside him was the bike he used to make his deliveries and on his shoulder was his former duck curse, named Mu Mu-chan.

“Hey!” she reached up to pat Mu Mu-chan and giggled as a nasally quack escaped him. “How's it been knowing you suddenly have a pet duck?”

“Hectic... I don't even know why I used that stupid packet if it doesn't even cure me.” Mousse started, while opening up the takeout box. “Try running after a duck that wants to swim in every body of water he sees. Most of it's cold and apparently Mousse Two can't swim. How is that?”

“Yeah... that would be a problem,” she smiled.

“There was already an incident where Mu Mu-chan wanted to swim in the pool, but he changed into a very naked Mousse Two. All those kids... Shampoo and I aren't allowed back at the pool.”

Ranko laughed. It was just the innocent way he said it that was funny. He always seemed to make her laugh whenever he was around, whether intentionally or not. “That pool sucks anyway,” she patted Mu Mu-chan on the head again, “Doesn't it Mu Mu-chan?” she was rewarded with another quack. “Thanks a ton Mousse for bringing this over... I don't think I can stand Shampoo right now.”

“Yeah... I figured,” his smile left his face. “Although, truthfully, I can't either right now.”

“Really? I thought you loved her.”

“I do... but sometimes she's so...”

“Infuriating?”

“Yeah...” he placed the cardboard takeout boxes on the table and started packing up the wooden delivery box.

“Well, Thanks anyway. I really don't feel like cooking, Kasumi's sick and I'd rather not have her get up to do anything. Mom's gone on one of her woman trips, and you know why Akane isn't allowed near an oven.”

“No sweat... you can call the Nekohanten whenever you want. We're open early now.”

“Oh... let me get my wallet...” she turned around to run into the kitchen where she left her purse. Now that she worked at Dr. Tofu's alongside Kasumi, she could afford calling takeout. She was almost to the kitchen, when her foot caught on a strategically placed object on the floor and before she could fall, she was in Mousse's arms.

“Um...” she looked into his blue-green eyes, the glasses he usually wore were placed on top of his head. “Some martial artist... can't believe I tripped over air.”

“Are you okay?” His arm tightened around her waist.

“Y-yeah...”

“Well, well, well, you two seem very cozy.” Nabiki made her way down the steps, dressed in a white sweater under a denim jacket, blue jeans, and a red beret. The outfit was odd to say the least, but who was Ranko to judge?

Mousse and Ranko turned red and promptly separated themselves from each other. “Um... the wallet... right.”

“Don't stop on my account. I'll just be going to my nude painting class.”

“Oh, you're learning to draw?” Mousse asked.

Nabiki shook her head and opened up one of the takeout cartons full of pot stickers. “Nope... just standing outside and getting donations to bring in Takeshi Kaneshiro as our male model. It's a very lucrative business.”

“Of course it is...” Mousse wondered how stupid most of Nabiki's “clients” had to be to believe that an actor would put down everything in his busy schedule in order to pose nude for a bunch of drooling females and maybe males in Nerima. Then again... it was Nerima. The impossibly seemed to happen here every other day.

Nabiki walked out of the household, not before patting Mu Mu-chan on the head. Ranko came back into the room with her purse in her hands. “Where'd Nabiki go?”

“Work,” he stated and took the money she offered him.

“Thanks again Mousse... um... say 'hi' to Cologne for me,” she waved at him and Mu Mu-chan and watched him nod before riding back to the Nekohanten on his bike.

“What was Moron doing here?” Ranma, ever the modest one, appeared behind her, scratching his groin through his boxers and entering the kitchen, trying to find an early morning snack.

“He's not a moron.”

“Oh right...” he emerged from the kitchen drinking from a half-gallon of milk. “I'm sorry I dissed your boyfriend.”

“Why are you such a douche in the mornings?” Ranko started grabbing the takeout cartons to put in the fridge, pulling them away from Ranma when he would reach toward them. “These are for dinner.”

“Not even one pot sticker?”

“No...” she scolded. But he was still reaching for the food so she kicked him lightly in the shins.

“Ow... bitch!” Ranma grumbled and turned around, limping up the stairs.

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“You went to see Ranko?” Shampoo yelled in Mandarin and slapped Mousse on the cheek. “Remember to whom your allegiances lie. You are an Amazon, an Amazon MALE at that, and Ranko humiliated me by defeating me.”

“Ranko did not defeat you,” he calmly placed the delivery box up on the shelf in the back room while Shampoo followed him, absolutely livid with him defending Ranko. “You know that it was Ranma in girl form.”

“Why are you on her side? I can not fail in giving the Kiss of Death, not if I'm going to be leader in the future!”

Mousse sighed and rolled up his sleeves, getting ready to do the little dishes they had for the breakfast hour before they re-opened for the lunch hour. “I am not on anyone's side. You can't just give her the Kiss of Death because she looks like Ranma's girl side. She isn't Ranma.”

Shampoo fumed and was about to retort with something nasty, knowing full well that he was right... but she didn't care.

“And you are going to have to get used to failing... it is not like you are any closer to Ranma falling madly in love with you--”

She slapped him, this time much harder than before, almost cracking his jaw and making it so his head spun from the force. “Don't you think I know that?” she brought her hand down and grasped her apron. “The Kiss of Death is all I have now. I can not and will not fail. If so, I will not be taken seriously as future leader... you must be with me on this.”

Mousse grabbed Shampoo by the shoulders and looked deeply in her maroon eyes. He just wanted to hit her, do some damage to that pretty little face of hers. Lord knows she did the same on numerous accounts. Though, it scared him that he would suddenly think of her that way. He only ever thought of her in a positive way. After all, she was the love of his life. But now... he could see her for what she really was. A vain, vindictive being who only thought of herself.

“I am sorry Xian Pu... but I am not going along with you this time.”

Shampoo looked up at him, her eyes wide at the audacity of her once obsessive stalker, “B-but Mu Tsu... you love me.”

“Oh, so you acknowledge that now?” Mousse shook his head. “I am sorry... you should have known this would happen sooner or later.”

Cologne suddenly pogoed into the kitchen, “Why are you both standing around... if we're closed for lunch, the customers will be angry... open the doors Shampoo!”

“Yes great-grandmother...” she glared at Mousse before walking to the front of the store to open the doors.

“Mousse, you're manning the registers... I have something to do.”

“The registers?” Mousse was never given register duty before. They always had him in the back, cleaning the kitchen or doing gopher work. “Yes ma'am,” he saluted her and got to work.

Cologne just rolled her eyes. She still thought of him as an idiot, but Mousse started to grow on her like a fungus. The only person who still seemed to hate him was Shampoo, and she feared that her hatred would only increase in the days to come. Cologne had heard their conversation in the kitchen. Never did she think that Shampoo would reinstate the Kiss of Death, but she knew that her great-grand daughter had a point. No one would take her seriously as a leader.

Still though, Ranko was an innocent in the matter. She was not the one who defeated Shampoo many months ago, Ranma did. However, to the rest of the Joketsuzoku population, it would seem that she killed the woman who had defeated her thus cementing her reputation as a staunch keeper of the amazonian laws. All of this separation of his curse definitely made things more complicated as far as amazonian laws go.

“I'm sorry Xian Pu... if you're willing to kill an innocent, then you may not be a good leader after all,” Cologne said under her breath while pogoing down the street to reach her destination; the Tendo Dojo.

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“I just don't know why you wouldn't let me cook something instead of having to waste money on take out.”

“Ha... you don't know!” Ranma laughed. “Guess you haven't tasted your own cooking, huh?”

“You idiot!” Akane glared at the boy who was now scarfing down the food on his plate.

“Raaaaannnnmmmmaaaaa!” Ryoga burst through the front door, about to give Ranma a piece of his mind for insulting Akane, but Cologne beat him on the head with her walking stick before he could do anything else.

“I need to speak with you child,” Cologne hopped over to the table and motioned for Ranko to follow her outside.

“Um... yes old ghoul?”

“It's Cologne... got that? You shouldn't listen to Ranma all the time, child.”

“Well, you are old and kind of look like a gho--”

“Children these days... no respect for their elders.”

“I'm sorry,” Ranko bowed. “I mean, considering the fact that you're older than dirt, I must be super respectful to you!”

“You little ingrate!”

Ranko giggled, “Seriously though, I must thank you for giving me a second chance as my own person.”

“What do you mean, child?”

“Well... the spring of drowned girl wasn't just made you know. A real girl had to fall in it,” she pointed to herself. “That would be me... but of course I didn't have a curse or look like this. Actually I don't even remember what I looked like... it was so long ago.”

“Hmm... I suspected so,” Cologne put a hand to her chin while latched to her cane, looking very much like a shriveled up Rodin's “The Thinker”.

“I have her personality... I know some things that definitely aren't from Ranma.” Ranko then looked up into the sky in deep thought. “Does the name Colgate ring a bell?”

“You mean Kol Gat?” Cologne nodded. “Yes, she was the leader's daughter over 1000 years ago. Around the time the springs started to become cursed. Are you....?” she trailed off.

Ranko shook her head. “No... I believe she pushed me into the spring. For what though, I don't understand just yet. I can never see myself in my dreams. I'm always a blurry shadow... but I can see Colgate.”

“I heard she was an evil girl, and because of that, a law had been passed that leaders had to earn their positions... not take them because of family status,” Cologne paused. “Are you an Amazon then?”

“I don't think so. Nor do I think I'm even Japanese... I mean. I've caught glimpses of my family and where I used to live before... before that fatal trip to Jusenkyo. They don't look very Asian. And for some odd reason, I know English and Italian aside from some Mandarin and of course Japanese. Ranma doesn't speak either language... does he?”

Cologne shook her head, “No... maybe some English, but Italian and Mandarin? Not that I know of.” She paused and decided now would be a good time to tell her why she came here. “Do you remember the Kiss of Death given to Ranma's girl side?”

Ranko nodded, “I do. It's given to any outsider who defeats an Amazon right?”

“Yes, but in Ranma's case, since he is originally a male, it became the Kiss of Marriage. Unfortunately, since you are in the body of Ranma's girl side, Shampoo wishes to give you the Kiss of Death...”

“Hmm... tell me something I don't already know,” Ranko mumbled. “Then why are you here... aren't you supposed to be pushing her to finish what she started?”

“Normally I would... but I do not see that you have done anything wrong,” she saw Ranko move her mouth to say something but interrupted her before she could. “I know, I know... anyone would say that you, in Ranma's body, defeated Shampoo... but I don't think it's so simple.” She paused in order to choose her words and how to explain what she was thinking.

“You said yourself that you are not simply a clone of Ranma's curse. I have suspected that long ago, and to have her carry out the Kiss of Death now – unless you defeat her the way you are – would be unjustified homicide.”

“And giving the Kiss of Death to someone who “deserves” it would be justified,” Ranko scoffed at the thought.

“Yes, child... but that is a discussion for another day,” Cologne pogoed ever closer to her. “Do you want to hear how I could save you?”

“Hmm... I don't know if I want my life indebted to you... twice,” Ranko seemed to think for a second, but of course she would accept any help from Cologne to get her crazy great-grand daughter off her back. “Okay... spill.” Cologne gave her a heated glare that seemed to bore into her soul. Ranko gulped, “Please.”

“Come closer child... these old bones could only reach so much,” Cologne watched as Ranko leaned in closer so that the old woman's mouth was at an acceptable distance to her ear. “You must...”

“Yes?”

“You must...”

“Get on with it... please?”

“You must marry...”

“Oh my Kami... spill it ya old--”

“You must marry... Mousse.”

“W-what?”

Chapter three... er two. I tried to show when Cologne, Shampoo, and Mousse speak Mandarin by using their real names. Koh Lon, Xian Pu, and Mu Tsu. So that's for anybody who was confused. Of course I'll occasionally mention that he or she said it in Mandarin.

As for Ranko's Jusenkyo history, the rest will unravel throughout the story. I still don't know what nationality she was. Maybe she was American or Italian? Either way, she was not Chinese of Japanese.

Oh, and Takeshi Kaneshiro is HOT! When I saw him in House of Flying Daggers, I was like... swoon!
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