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Ranko 1/2	By : humdrum07 Category: +M to R > Ranma ½ Views: 9787 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A young black haired boy dressed in a Chinese shirt and black drawstring pants sat on the ground with his back to a tree. His legs were outstretched in front of him and slightly bent at the knee. One hand propped him up on the ground while the other pointed an accusatory finger at the young girl before him. She looked like his twin, “H-how?”

The young red haired girl just shrugged, the Chinese shirt that seemed to be an exact replica of his, almost fell of her shoulder and in a slight huff she clutched it to her skin. “How should I know?”

“You're supposed to be--” he started, but was interrupted by a shrill cry from the house to their side. The Tendo Dojo.

“Ranma!” this one sounded angry, though he could swear he could hear a pang of worry in it. Akane Tendo, his tomboy of a fiancé.

“Airen!” He shuddered at this one. Shampoo, his... other fiancé. She was beautiful... but clingy.

“Son-in-law!” Now this one really made him shudder. Cologne, great grandmother of Shampoo. Sneaky and underhanded. She would do anything to have Shampoo marry him.

Ranma stood up and dusted himself off, not that it was really needed. It was more of a habit than anything else. He held his arm out for the unknown girl before him and pulled her up off of the ground after she accepted his hand.

“Oh... Airen... thank goodness violent girl no hit you too hard!” Shampoo ran up to him and was about to hug him when Akane, said 'violent girl', grabbed her by the shoulder.

“Say it again...” Akane seethed and clenched her fist to punch her, but was bopped on the head by Cologne.

“Now, now, violent girl... we've found Ranma... that's all that matters,” Cologne spat. She didn't really like Akane obviously. She was her great-grandaughter's rival after all.

“You hag... what the fuck did you do?”

“Airen!” Shampoo gasped.

Cologne bopped him on the head with her cane, “Language son-in-law... language,” she then reached into... somewhere, she didn't really have pockets so Ranma was a bit confused as to where she kept things... unless... he started shaking uncontrollably and began retching in the bushes.

“What's your problem boy...” she bopped the now vomiting Ranma over the head again and landed gracefully onto her cane which was stuck firmly into the ground. “I have here... your cure!”

“What?” Ranma made to reach a small pouch she now held in her hand but decided against it since he had no idea where the little pouch once was. “What is this?”

“Well...” Cologne looked down at the pouch, it had a picture of a faded yin yang and partially faded Chinese characters. “I don't know really,” she then held the pouch close to his face and pointed at the bottom of the pouch which read 'permanent' in bold written in English.

“Great-grandmother,” Shampoo chided.

“The Jusenkyo guide shipped this directly to me in hopes of curing Shampoo... he assured me that this would work,” she paused and handed the pouch to Shampoo who was already brewing some tea from the foul smelling herbs within the pouch. Where she conjured up the teapot and stove like apparatus remained a mystery. “Did it work?”

“You tell me...” he pointed at the girl who had been silent through everything. Akane was already examining her, finding that she indeed looked like Ranma's female form, except with black hair. Cologne looked at her with the same fascination.

“By Jove...” she whispered.

“I don't know what that means... but we have to see if Ranma is cured for good.” Akane tore her eyes away from girl Ranma's uncanny twin, “ Wait here... I'll go get some water.”

“So... you must be Ranma's curse,” Cologne hopped around the girl Ranma twin and almost fell when there was a shriek coming from Shampoo.

“Aya!” Shampoo looked to her side with wide crimson eyes. There, sitting in the green grass and licking its paw, was none other than a white and purple cat. “Great-grandmother!”

“Great Scott!” Cologne pogoed over to the little cat, ignoring Ranma's scream. Though, before she could get any closer, the cat started to run away with Shampoo hot on its trail. “Then that's what the tea does.”

“I'm back...”

“Whoopee,” Ranma said rather unenthusiastically which made Akane all the more happy to dump the icy cold water on him first.

“The hell...” he screamed, only to be horrified at the high pitch of his voice. It seemed he still had his curse. “Damn it old hag... you said this was a cure.”

“Hmmm...” Akane then threw the cold water at Ranma's twin and watched as she turned into a masculine version of herself, looking just like Ranma.

“Why the hell am I a boy?” she asked calmly.

“Woah...” she then grabbed the hot tea kettle Shampoo had left and threw the water on them both, returning them to their rightful forms. “Just... woah.”

“It seems... that this girl is a copy of Ranma, curse and all, yet reversed,” Cologne studied them both. It was a bit unnerving having a woman over 300 hundred years old, latched onto a cane like a pogo stick, invade their personal space with a studious look on her face... but all they could do was gulp. They wanted to get down to the bottom of this as much as anyone else.

“What do you mean?” Akane asked.

“She is basically him... yet she's a girl... that's her true form, and the male Ranma she just turned into is her curse, while Ranma's curse is the same. You understand now?”

“Um... yeah?” Akane grabbed her head. This was beyond confusing, yet she understood what Cologne was saying. That didn't make it even less bizarre though. “So...”

“That cat that Shamps is chasing is really a cat... that turns into her?” Ranma asked.

“Precisely,” Cologne nodded.

“I need some... tea... strong alcoholic tea,” Akane shook her head and headed into the house, mumbling something about life never being boring with Ranma around.

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“Wha...” Genma looked over the newest edition of his family who was currently glaring at him for him calling her 'Ranma'. She was sick and tired of people calling her 'Ranma's twin' or 'Other Ranma'... which hadn't happened much since not many people knew of her existence just yet, but she could only stand so much of the 'Hey you's' before she snapped.

“Surprise...” Ranma did a weak sign of jazz hands and laughed nervously.

“Why Mr. Saotome... you're the proud father of a sixteen year old girl,” Nabiki sipped on her tea and pushed off the wall she was leaning against to sit at the table, leaning in to intently hear the story behind this. She wasn't one to pass up a good story. “How touching!”

“How did this happen?”

Cologne pogoed over to him and held up the empty pouch. She relayed the whole story about having slipped it into his drink in his Nekohanten takeout. She then explained the whole mess outside and ultimately what brought them to the Tendo living room-slash-dining room where she was explaining everything to him.

“So... she's a... girl?” Genma sat beside an awestruck Soun at the table.

Ranma's twin nodded, “I'd like to think so... I mean... I do like dudes and I have boobs.”

“You don't... like dudes do you, Ranma?” Nabiki snickered as she addressed him.

“What... no... absolutely not,” he denied. “See... she has to be a girl.”

Suddenly Nodoka, who has been silent through the whole explaining, jumped up and gave the girl a hug. “Oh, I have a daughter!”

Ranma's twin hesitantly hugged the crazy woman back, “Um... Nodoka?” she choked. “Y-You're choking me.”

“Oh, please call me mom!” Nodoka gushed, still, she didn't let the poor girl go.

“Okay mom... um... you're still choking me,” Ranma's twin responded. She almost sighed and started to kiss the ground once Nodoka let her go, but she figured that might be a little disrespectful when Nodoka was so happy.

“So, what's your name?” she asked excitedly. In the background, Genma could be seen groaning. He didn't want another child to raise... not that he was really raising Ranma.

“Um...” Ranma's twin racked her brain for some sort of name. It seemed that she had all of Ranma's memories and only one name stood out at her. “Ran...ko.”

“Ah, Ranko...” she was then pulled into another hug, this one being slightly less suffocating. “I have so much to teach you... we'll cook, go shopping, all that great stuff!” she pulled back and started leading Ranko to the kitchen.

Ranko laughed nervously. She didn't really mind learning how to cook – something that Ranma surely detested. She just wasn't used to being fawned over.

“Well... now that that's cleared up,” Nabiki started to stand up from her seat on the couch. “I wonder if Ranko will be willing to model. Those pictures will sell like hotcakes.”

“I'll go see if they need help in the kitchen,” Kasumi scurried from the living room and entered the kitchen.

“A daughter... too bad I don't have a son to really unite both schools.”

“Shut up.”

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Yay... yet another story that I hope to finish but realistically might not. That's the story of my life. I never finish anything.

So... yeah.

I don't really know where I'm going with this but would like it to be a Mousse/Ranko fic.

Maybe I'll take requests?
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