Revolutionary Aquatransexxual Ranma
Prologue
By Dr. Suekeiichi Kaiton
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	 "I ain't goin!  No way!  No how!"  Ranma kicked his father out
into the koi pond before he could start an argument, the bulbous panda
bouncing heavily across the backyard.  "And ya can't make me go Pops!"
A glint of steel at his throat stopped him dead in his tracks.

	"If he cannot make you go, son, I will."  Nodoka's katana bit
lightly into his skin.  Ranma swallowed loudly before sitting back
down across from his mother and the Tendos.  "Now Ranma, you have no
say in this matter, Principal Kuno was quite clear that measures must
be taken before the start of your senior year."  The katana lay once
again, sheathed, beside her.  Her tone of voice brooked no excuse, her
piercing blue eyes glaring at him for his recent progress report.

	It was his last term of junior year, one of the most important
years of his scholarly life; it was the year most important to
colleges - the year they really looked at for admission.
Intellectually he knew that he had fouled up big time, but his idiotic
pride kept him training and consequently sleeping through his classes.
Ranma looked at his mother apologetically.  "I'm kinda sorry Mom."

	"It is too late for apologies now, Ranma.  Now please leave while
we decide what we are going to do."  Nodoka pushed Ranma out of the
tearoom so that she could talk to Soun about Ranma impending nuptials
as well.

	Ranma wandered around the house for a few hours as they talked in
secret. It was a lovely spring day, Kasumi was hanging clothes out to
dry and Akane was out shopping with Nabiki while he was stuck at the
dangerous end of his mother's wrath.  He simply sat down on the porch
and looked out at the sky as birds took flight from the metropolis, he
suddenly realized that he had been twirling the ring around on his
finger.

	It was blue crystal with a deep pink diamond set in the centre
like a rose, Nabiki almost had a fit the first time she saw it on his
hand, roughly grabbing him and asking where he found it, of course
Ranma said nothing.  The story of how he came by the ring was so
embarrassing to him that he didn't like to talk about it; for fear
that it would make him look weak.  Still, the ring was beautiful as
the sunlight refracted off its surface, oscillating over the surface
of the koi pond.  It also smelled of sweet roses, definitely not the
kind of roses Kodachi was famous for growing.  He brought it to his
face and inhaled deeply the intoxicating scent, the smell bringing
back memories of that day...

---Several months ago---

	Ranma was walking alongside Akane through the rain, he atop the
fence overlooking the canal, and Akane plodding through the puddles.
The downpour had started just after they stepped out and true-to-form
Ranma was a drenched-looking girl.  Cursing the heavens had no visible
effect so Ranma settled for grumbling under his breath about the
unfairness of his situation and completely ignoring the uncute girl
beside him.  Akane herself did not speak but simply fumed at Ranma's
relative silence, clenching her mallet tightly under the rainslicker.

	The rain was overflowing the canal below, the waves crashing over
the breakers and flooding into the drainage ditches.  The silence was
broken however, when Shampoo appeared in a skin-tight raincoat and
glomped Ranma in a fierce grip.  Akane growled and hurled the mallet
at her fiancée, the hard wood narrowly missing her red hair.

	"Fine! If that's the way you want it baka!  I'll see you at
home!"  She sped off down the street.  Shampoo blew a raspberry after
the blue-haired girl, unknowingly opening her hood to the rain...the
cold rain.  Minutes later there was a pink furry cat perched on
Ranma's shoulder.  She screamed in fright and tried to shake the
feline off her clothes, Shampoo-neko yowling all the while.  She
finally got a grip on the cat's pelt and hurled her away.

	As Ranma through the cat a block down the street, screaming madly
as she slipped and slid over the fence, Mousse appeared from a nearby
alley.  The hidden weapons master growled in fury similar to Akane's,
so similar in fact that he projected her blue aura of jealousy.  He
slowly drew three maces and a sword from his voluminous sleeves.
[Saotome you swine!  How dare you hurt Shampoo like that!  You will
pay!!]  He grasped the sword by it's blade and threw it like a knife,
the glinting silver becoming like a saw as it raced towards Ranma's
precarious perch.  "DIE SAOTOME!!!"

	"DIE SAOTOME!!!"  Ranma's head jerked up at the outburst, her
feet squeaking on the wet metal.  The saw sliced neatly through the
fence, causing Ranma's footing to bend and twist backward over the
channel.  The pigtailed martial artist leapt to the sidewalk but two
well-thrown maces hampered her trajectory.  Thinking quickly she
gained footing atop them both and sprang further up into the cloudy
sky,  which was exactly what Mousse predicted would occur.  So it came
as a complete surprise when the third mace crashed into the side of
her skull and she plummeted to her death in the rapid current of the
channel.

	Several moments later, Ranma awoke to wet clothes and warm arms
embracing her limp body.  She was alive!  She quickly realized that
there was a strange man holding her up above the rushing current, his
face unclear because of the bad lighting.  She struggled to arise from
the grassy knoll where he lay her down but a sharp jolt of pain
through her skull soon discouraged her from any movement.  She vaguely
realized that her hair was unbound and lay around her head like a
halo.  The man never said a word.

	He was tall, an inch of two above Ranma's male form with short
hair hanging in front of his face in bangs.  He wore a black school
uniform, from a university or high school she couldn't be sure, and
draped a short cape around his shoulders.  He was extremely feminine
in looks with a face so angular and pure it was a wonder he was not a
cross dresser like Ukyo, yet he seemed to exude a quiet strength
similar to how Ranma carried himself.  She looked up at the sky,
realizing for the first time that the rain was slacking off and a few
stray droplets of water stung her eyes, two rivers of tears running
down her face.  Strangely enough the man leaned forward and licked the
salty tears away, Ranma shuddered in revulsion as she felt his smooth
tongue slide across her skin.  [This guy's a pervert!!]  She moved to
deck him but once again her body protested and she fell into
unconsciousness once more.

	When she had awoken there was a beautiful ring adorning her
finger, carved into the likeness of a rose and smelling like the man
who had saved her.  [Hmm?  What's that smell...roses?]  She shook her
head and the perfume disappeared from her mind and only the cool
crystal ring to show that it was not a dream but very real.  Ranma
slipped the ring off her finger and pocketed it in nullspace (the
place where Mousse hides all of his weapons, a subspace pocket), not
wanting Nabiki to know about it just yet.

---Back to the present---

	Ranma rested his head in his hands.  But regardless of his
precaution, Nabiki had found out about his 'gift', didn't she?  She
cornered him in his room, soon after the failed wedding attempt and
demanded to know about his recently acquired piece of jewelry.  After
she had had a good laugh at his expense, the ring had stayed on his
hand ever since, a vague feeling that someday he would need it - he
was being called.  Kasumi whistled softly as the sheets dried, the
sunlight cascading down on his rose ring and reflecting off the glassy
surface of the koi pond.  Ranma's thoughts trailed off as he processed
what he saw.

	It was like something from a cheap shojo science fiction manga, a
'holo-whatsit' or something like that.  His eyes bulged as the
projection sharpened and focused.  The hologram sat suspended in the
air, a three dimensional representation of a prestigious-looking prep
school complete with clear images of wrought-iron fences covered with
roses and trellises climbing with ivy.  He moved his hand down
fractionally, the image jumping into closer magnification with a hand
written message scrawled close to the edge:  "I await you here."
Ranma ripped the ring off his finger, the crystal cutting through his
skin as he looked carefully at the edges of the rose setting.  There,
in miniscule letters was the message backwards:  "I await you here."

	[Heh.  So that's his plan...damn pervert.  Probably wants to lure
me into his lair or some such rubbish...well not in my lifetime
buddy!]  Ranma grinned evilly as he tucked the ring into his shirt,
cracking his knuckles as he envisioned his next meeting with the
strange man...a vision that included several lengths of rope and a few
dozen sea urchins.  Just then his mother pulled open the tearoom
shutter, calling him back into the room.  Ranma silently plodded into
the room and sat before his parents and Mr. Tendo.

	"Son," began Soun, "we have been discussing your situation and
while I believe you and my Akane should not be separated, your mother
believes the distance will do you some good."  Tears began to well up
in his eyes, and his upper lip began to tremble.  "B-b-but why do you
have to go son!?  Why!!?  Oh ho ho ho ho ho ho...why does my poor baby
have to suffer so!?"  Soun fell on his knees and began to weep openly,
comforted only by a few slaps on the back from Genma.

	"As Tendo was saying...I'm very disappointed in you my boy, very
disappointed.  I didn't raise you to be such a softheaded little idiot
did I!?!"  Genma produced a microphone from...somewhere...and began
belting off his woes.  Ranma silenced him with a pail full of water
but the panda began producing signs and whimpering.

	"Oh shut up Pops!  All ya did was steal'n lie'n cheat!!  'A soft
headed idiot'?  I think your confusing me with you!!!  Who was the
stupid jerk that trained me in the cat-fist, huh?  You don't have
enough brains ta-"

	"That will be quite enough, Ranma."  Nodoka touched him lightly
on the shoulder, stilling her son and saving her husband from divine
retribution.  "Now, you still have an entire semester to pull up your
grades...and you _will_ bring up your grades, son.  Unlike your father
and Mr. Tendo, I do not believe that it is possible to salvage your
poor marks in a single semester; therefore you will be going to Ohtori
Academy, a private school which offers a full year program.  You will
spend the rest of this school year and summer finishing your junior
year and hopefully you will be ahead of your classmates next year!"
Nodoka clapped her hands in joy at the thought.  She rose quickly and
strapped the katana to her back.  "I think you should begin to pack
now, Ranma.  You will be leaving in two days."  No sooner had her
words been uttered than the Saotome matriarch was gone into the sunny
day.

	Ranma left the two fathers to their weeping, muttering
disgustedly as he plodded up the stairs.  When he arrived on the roof,
he lay out in the sun and thought about how he would tell his fiancés
about this, they weren't going to take this well...