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Thyself Known

Ch. 6: Fetching

By Zorknot

 

Disclaimer:   There once was a boy from Jusenkyo

Owned by Takahashi Rumiko.

He changed sex with cold water

Changed back with hotter

Y no se si es chica o chico.

 

What Has Come Before: Nabiki and Ranma have fallen for each other after a mind meld saved Nabiki’s life. In other news, Shampoo renounced her Amazon-hood and enlisted Ukyo’s aid in carrying out revenge on Cologne for making her an unwilling sex kitten. Meanwhile Akane is coming to terms with the idea that she may have acted a teensy bit like a psychotic uber-bitch earlier, and is wondering if maybe Ranma might not want to be her fiancé anymore. She wishes things were different, but she can’t think of any way to fix the situation. Well, Miss Tendo, say goodbye to the status quo...

 

~~~~~[BEGIN]~~~~~

 

“The saris go by me from the embassies.

 

Cloth from the moon. Cloth from another planet.

They look back at the leopard like the leopard.

 

And I...

             This print of mine, that has kept its color

Alive through so many cleanings; this dull null...

 

                        You know what I was,

You see what I am: change me, change me!”

 

-Randall Jarell Fr. “The Woman at the Washington Zoo”

 

~~~~~*~~~~~

 

  Tendo Akane walked slowly away from Furinkan High. It was a wonderful day. The sky was deep blue with wispy clouds that almost weren’t there, birds soared majestically over head, and the sun sparkled prettily off of the broken glass underneath the gaping hole in Hinako-sensei’s English class.

 

  Akane couldn’t enjoy the view though. As usual, she was thinking about Ranma.

 

  Was this what love was? Constantly thinking about someone all day, every day? Having all emotion dedicated to the actions of one solitary human being? Wanting to beat that person to a pulp one second, and then wanting to be one with him forever the next?

 

  A light zephyr of fresh air blew through her blue school uniform and rustled the sunny tree limbs above her. A curled up, brown fist of a leaf that had escaped half a year’s worth of raking, Neriman weather, and general decay, skittered toward Akane on the street, blown by the wind. Akane’s eyes riveted themselves to it as she passed, even as they misted over.

 

  There was a time when Akane was on top of everything, when she knew exactly who she was and what she was doing. Sure, she had problems, but she could handle them, and maybe eventually solve them... Then there was Ranma, and then there was his mother, and now... Ranma would be at Tofu’s clinic. He had after all saved Nabiki’s life. Akane would have to apologize...only she wasn’t sure she could.

 

  Akane’s hands tightened around the brown handle of her bookbag. She took in a dry, empty breath, and continued walking, no longer exactly sure of where she was going.

 

  And so it was that Akane was nearly run over by Ryoga as he ran down the street at a break neck speed. He skidded to a halt in front of Akane. A nervous smile was already on his face and his hand already behind his bandanna clad head when the dust cleared. “Akane-san! W...what are you doing in Okinawa?”

 

  “This is Tokyo, Ryoga,” she informed the lost boy while wiping the moisture from her eyes.

 

  “It is? I could have sworn...I mean...I knew that! I was just...making a joke! Heh heh.” Ryoga looked off at nothing as he said this, his face growing redder by the second. Now he turned his head back toward Akane and lowered his hand. He frowned. “You were crying...What did that bastard Ranma do to you now? I’ll kill him! I’ll pound him so far into the dirt his feet will be kicking in Times Square! Or rather... they won’t be... because he’ll be dead!”

 

  “Thanks, Ryoga, but it’s not really his fault this time. It’s mine. I just feel so...it’s nothing.” Akane sighed and tried to smile.

 

  “It can’t be your fault! Did he say it was your fault? He’s wrong! He’s telling you lies, Akane-san! Don’t listen to him!” Ryoga shook his fist in anger.

 

  Truth be known, Akane was a little afraid of Ryoga. Razor sharp belts whizzing through her hair, barely missing her neck, attempts at hugs that crushed concrete pillars, and his various maniacal obsessions just made Akane a little uneasy around him. But the main reason she was afraid of Ryoga was that, looking into his angry yellow-brown eyes, every now and then Akane got the queasy sensation that she was looking at a distorted reflection of herself.

 

  “Why do you fight with Ranma so much?” Akane asked suddenly.

 

  Ryoga was taken aback for a moment but soon recovered. “Because of him, I’ve seen Hell! He keeps running away and tricking me instead of fighting like a man! Plus, he mistreats you all the time! I will destroy his happiness if it’s the last thing I do!”

 

  “What do you mean you’ve seen Hell? You say that all the time, and it seems like something important, but you never say what it is...”

 

  Ryoga’s face was now somber and his eyes lost a little of their fire. “You wouldn’t understand, Akane-san. There’s no way you could know the tortures he put me through.”

 

  “What tortures? It can’t just be the bread, can it?”

 

  “IT’S NOT ABOUT THE BREAD! Don’t LISTEN to him Akane! You’ve never been to an all boy’s school. You can’t know what it’s like. Maybe if you were a martial artist...”

 

  “I AM A MARTIAL ARTIST!” Akane fumed.

 

  “Um...right! Of course you are! I meant... if you were a martial artist GUY. Yeah. If you were a martial artist AND a guy you would understand...er gotta go, bye!” Ryoga smiled nervously and ran off in the direction he came, yelling “Just you wait, Ranma! Today you meet your doom!”

 

  Akane felt sick. She could stop Ryoga, keep him from fighting Ranma, but then again she couldn’t. Some part of her wanted Ryoga to beat Ranma to a pulp. Some part of her wished she could do it herself. But she would get just as much pleasure from nursing Ranma back to health, mending his wounds, feeding him...only she couldn’t do any of that. She couldn’t cook, and bandages in general were recondite to her.

 

  What was wrong with her? Why couldn’t she do anything? Why was she so clumsy? It shouldn’t be so hard to learn how to swim, or sew, or cook, and Ranma made it all look so damned easy...

 

  Ranma. It all came back to him.

 

  Akane kicked a stone idly as she walked. Her eyes wandered to her bookbag, wherein a letter rested amidst well-worn books and folders. A letter she must not let anyone see. The assistant principal had something else to say to Akane after she got the phone call... Her grades were dropping through the floor.

 

  Before Ranma had come to Nerima, Akane had been an honor student. She had never gotten lower than a “B” in anything. Now...she was doing okay in History, but she was failing everything else. She was just too distracted.

 

  Was this love? Because if it was, Akane wanted out.

 

  Only she didn’t.

 

  It was all so frustrating. Akane needed to get home and smash a few bricks with her fists. That would make her feel better.

 

  Only it wouldn’t.

 

  She came upon an abandoned lot that wasn’t quite as abandoned as it usually was. Through the chain link fence, Akane could see Shampoo and Ukyo sitting in the shade of a cherry tree, talking animatedly about something.

 

  Akane entertained the brief fantasy that they were both declaring their lesbian love for one another and would from now on leave Akane to her Ranma troubles in peace. Unfortunately, it was far more likely that the two were planning something.

 

  Akane shrugged. She desperately needed a distraction from her thoughts, even if the distraction was the two prettier and more talented rivals for Ranma’s affection. She bound over the fence and slipped a bit in the mud as she landed, waving her arms around to keep balance.

 

  “Damn, Sugar, I’m surprised you cleared the fence!” Ukyo quipped. She and Shampoo had just been talking about how wrong for Ranma Akane was, something they had always been in agreement on, when the girl had stumbled into their midst.

 

  “Shut up, Ukyo. I have enough problems without your insults on top of it all. So why don’t you tell me just what you two have planned?”

 

  Ukyo showed her hands, “It’s kind of Shampoo’s business, Sugar. It really doesn’t concern you.”

 

  “DOESN’T CONCERN ME?” Akane yelled, “He’s MY fiancé dammit!” Akane winced immediately afterwards. She had, for the umpteenth time, cancelled the engagement that very morning.

 

  “This isn’t about Ranchan, Akane. When are you going to learn to listen? It’s Shampoo’s business. Besides he’s my fiancé too you know...”

 

  “Ukyo, stop.” Shampoo put a hand on Ukyo’s shoulder. “Is Akane’s business too.”

 

  “What do you mean?”

 

  “Akane affected by Amazon technique. For almost year now.”

 

  “What?” Akane said.

 

  Sai Fang Heng Gow.” Shampoo explained.

 

  “Oh.” Akane nodded. “Huh?”

 

  “Shampoo— Honey, you’re not making things much clearer here,” Ukyo noted.

 

  “Shampoo use Sai Fang Heng Gow on Akane. Make Akane forget Ranma,” Shampoo said motioning toward her temple.

 

  “You mean that Shiatsu attack! You know I’ve been to several salons since then, and I’ve never been able to recreate that refreshed feeling.”

 

  Shampoo smiled proudly “Shampoo give too too good brainwashing. No other compare.”

 

  “Wait a minute here,” Ukyo held up her hands “you mean you can brainwash people?”

 

  Shampoo nodded, “Is true. Though need special shampoo to do.”

 

  “Why aren’t you married to Ranma right now then?” Ukyo knew that if SHE could brainwash people she’d...she’d what? Manipulate Ranma’s mind so that he’d love her? Give Akane and Shampoo a lobotomy? Ukyo shook her head. She couldn’t do that. Not to Ranma, probably not to anybody. But she had thought of it...when had she gotten this desperate?

 

  Shampoo was silent for a while. “Ranma like Akane. I know this from when give kiss of marriage. Ranma let violent girl hit. Ranma not like it when make Akane forget him. Ranma not Ranma if change mind. Shampoo hand tied.”

 

  “Quit talking as if I’m not here!” Akane demanded.

 

  Shampoo turned to Akane with half-lidded eyes. “I no like you. You is not warrior, you is small child in body of womans what play with Art.” She looked away, “I forget sometime it not all you fault.”

 

  Akane raised her fist. “Look who’s talking, you Chinese bimbo!”

 

  Ukyo marveled at how thoroughly Akane illustrated Shampoo’s point for a moment before returning her attention to Shampoo. “Just what are you saying, Shampoo?”

 

  Sai Fang Heng Gow what erase memory, but must have formula 110 shampoo to make last for longer than few minute. It freeze brain, keep from changing too much.” Shampoo took in a breath and then let it out. “Keep Akane from learning new skill.”

 

  A wind picked up, waving the wispy yellow-green grass of the lot. A leaf tumbled across the ground between the three girls. Akane felt a chill.

 

  Ukyo blinked her eyes in understanding. “So...all this time...Akane not being able to learn any new techniques, or how to swim, or cook...”

 

  “I can cook curry pretty well now, thank you very much!”

 

  “...or listen,” Ukyo continued, “it’s all from this technique you performed on her almost a year ago?”

 

  Shampoo shook her head. “Not from technique, from formula 110 shampoo. One dose just enough to keep brain frozen until Sai Fang Heng Gow become permanent, but Akane receive second dose...”

 

  “Ranma...he washed my hair with the same formula of shampoo!” Akane remembered. “He tried to cure me but made things even worse! And all to satisfy his ego! All because he couldn’t handle me not remembering him!”

 

  “Listen, Jackass, Ranma couldn’t have known it would do that to you! Ranma isn’t to blame for every thing that happens to you! I would think you would have learned that...by...now.” Ukyo deflated a little. “Oh.”

 

  Shampoo nodded. “Is all Shampoo fault.”

 

  “Well it was your fault too, Sugar. Let’s not forget that,” Ukyo pointed out.

 

  “That what I say! Is all Shampoo fault!”

 

  Ukyo frowned for moment then hit her palm with her fist. “You want to say ‘it’s all MY fault!’”

 

  “But how could it have been your fault, Ukyo? You weren’t even there.” Akane asked.

 

  Ukyo buried her forehead in her palm.

 

  “Is all...my...fault” Shampoo repeated. “I know what shampoo do, and still almost use again on Akane before Ranma punch to beat. Akane probably get better at curry because is skill she know before. Just improve on. But no can learn new food she never make before.”

 

  Akane thought back. Just before that day when she challenged Shampoo, she had given up on Tofu, trained in Martial Arts Rhythmic Gymnastics, had been getting A’s in Algebra and Biology, and was maybe possibly just starting to think of Ranma as more than a strange sort of friend while at the same time getting annoyed that he didn’t protest Shampoo’s affections more.

 

  After Shampoo used her technique...what? Things happened. She helped out Ranma a few times, had a few battles, but emotionally and ability-wise she had been in a holding pattern ever since. She had learned no new techniques, her grades in everything that required more than rote memorization had started to fall, and even after Ranma proved himself hundreds of times to her...Things between them had gotten worse, not better. It was all a vicious cycle that she couldn’t seem to break out of... “I...I thought it was stress...I thought...”

 

  “Wait a minute here,” Ukyo said, “How is it she can learn information like this, but not how to do anything?”

 

  “Brain tricky. People what have no memory of self still know how talk. Sometime in village, someone have brain problem. No can use part of face or body but just fine with other parts. Sometime even get new ability. 110 formula work on parts what make new techniques, but must use Sai Fang Heng Gow to change other parts.”

 

  “Why now?” Akane asked, “Why tell me now? All this time and you wait till now to gloat! Did Ranma sleep with you? Is that it? Did the two of you get together after I left and have sex kitty style or something?”

 

  “What Violent Girl know about it?” Shampoo screamed, “She no get anything! She stupid even before Shampoo use shampoo! Akane watch and do nothing! Akane watch Ranma cat almost...almost...”

 

  “What are you talking about? You two were pawing at each other like cats in heat! How is that different from what you normally do?”

 

  Ukyo stepped in front of Shampoo. “Akane, Shampoo’s not an Amazon anymore. She renounced her marriage to Ranma; that’s why she told you all this. The way I figure it, you deserve what you got. Now leave, before I decide to reconsider my pledge not to beat up the weak.”

 

  “What? But...”

 

  “Leave, Akane. Maybe it’s not all your fault, but I don’t care right now. Just go.”

 

  Akane stood for a moment trying to think of something to say, but the look in Ukyo’s eyes told her that talking right now wasn’t the smartest of ideas. Besides what did she care? These were her rivals! Resolved, Akane turned back toward the fence.

 

  They were also her friends.

 

  Akane slammed her open palm into on of the metal posts of the fence. It bent inward deeply from the blow. Letting her frustration move her now, Akane threw her bookbag down, grabbed the links of the fence with her hands pulling, ripping, and tearing them apart with a series of snaps and low creaking sounds.

 

  Her hands bleeding now, Akane picked her bag up again, shoved herself through the hole she had made in the fence and walked on to Tofu’s clinic as the implications of everything she had learned percolated in the blast furnace of her mind.

 

  “Note to self,” Ukyo muttered, staring blankly at the hole in the fence, “Never, under any circumstances, let Akane hit me.”

 

  Shampoo nodded. “Is very good note.”

 

~~~~~*~~~~~

 

  She was a girl. She stood naked in front of the full-length mirror in Tomo Hoko’s bedroom, fondling herself. But she was not Tomo Hoko.

 

  The person in the mirror was a normal looking teenage girl. Not a bombshell by any means; she had average dimensions and long hair with bangs that partially hid a face that was just pretty enough to be unnoticeable in a crowd, which suited her just fine. But it wasn’t her. Or was it?

 

  She caressed her anatomy, tickling nerves on each patch of skin that told her that she was the same as this girl in the mirror. Is this me? Is this my body? Are these my breasts? Are these my thighs? Is this my... She bit her lower lip, barely stifling an involuntary squeal of pleasure. They say beauty is only skin deep...but isn’t the skin the largest organ in the body? Isn’t how you look the main component of who you are?

 

  Tears passed down her cheeks even as shudders of pleasure passed through her. She cried now even more than earlier, in the bathroom, when she had been slicing her arms with a razor. Not to kill. She didn’t want to die, not yet anyway. No, she needed pain, she needed pleasure, she needed this body that she saw reflected back at her to convince her that she belonged here, that she could stop looking, that here in front of her, was her true self.

 

  But she knew that wasn’t true.

 

  She woke that morning in Tomo Hoko’s bed, to the sound of Hoko’s mother knocking on the door. If she had gotten up then or even remained silent, she would right now be following Nabiki around or participating in some grand scheme of hers. Instead, she had taken a perverse pleasure in telling the woman to fuck off.

 

  Naturally, Hoko’s mother was concerned and came through the door, and naturally, upon seeing the girl she thought to be her daughter openly masturbating she had become even more worried. The last straw though, she reflected, had been when she asked Hoko’s mother if she wanted to help.

 

  That was stupid.

 

  Now, she was essentially under house arrest, with her ad hoc mother concerned about how “ill” she was. Ill indeed. She wondered idly now, as the intense feelings she had generated washed out of her in a sigh of ecstasy, how concerned Hoko’s mother would be if she knew that the real Tomo Hoko was stone dead, cut into pieces and laying strewn about the city dump.

 

  Perhaps the poor woman would have a heart attack and save her from having to kill the bitch herself.

 

  Focusing on her image in the mirror and blurring out the marks on her arms with her mind, she brought out her demon cloth from null space and passed it over herself. When she looked in the mirror again, the marks were gone. It wouldn’t do to have herself thrown into a mental institution for her little weakness this morning. If she didn’t already have a goal in mind, going to a mental institution might actually be fun, but she had to remain focused as much as possible.

 

  She smirked to herself. One of the perks of owning the cursed demon cloth was that she never had to shave, or cut her hair, or clip her toenails, or even bathe if she didn’t want to. She was a little slow in catching on to this hidden benefit, but now she took it for granted. Sometimes...like today...she missed all that though.

 

  The Migration never ends

 

  The Migration. The fucking Ijuu. Someone else had joined it, she could feel it like a static charge in her brain. There was no doubt in her mind that it was Ranma. The bastard would probably get through the initial stages smelling like roses. He had people that cared about him, after all, even if he was an arrogant prick. She’d like to see what he’d do if he had to grow up in a orphanage, spent all his time moving from place to place without any ties to anyone, without a single constant save himself. She’d like to see what he’d do if even that last refuge eroded away, leaving nothing but a shadow...a desperate, hungry shadow...

 

  But she’d settle for a gruesome death in a pinch.

 

  She took a breath and calmed herself. She had to convince Hoko’s mother that she was alright and that it was just especially painful cramps or something. She had to be ready for Nabiki’s scrutiny, and while she could do this with enough concentration, she had to be mellow.

 

  First things first, she had to get dressed. She went to the dresser and opened the top drawer. The panties. She picked up a pair and smelled them, but they just weren’t as fulfilling laundered. Tomorrow at school she’d be in the girls’ locker room and she’d get all the panty action she wanted there. If she hadn’t blown it this morning...

 

  But no matter. She put on the panties and a bra she found, taking time to leer at herself in the mirror a bit, and then went to the closet for some outer wear.

 

  She decided she liked being a girl. It was like she was her own prostitute, and she didn’t have to pay. Even the masturbation was wonderful, once she got the hang of it.

 

  Hoko’s mother was a pain. She wished she could just kill her, but of course if she did, then she’d have to kill Hoko’s father as well, and then the people at Mr. Tomo’s business firm would wonder where he’d run off to, and things would lead to more complicated things. It just wasn’t worth it.

 

  She decided to go with a short skirt and dark colored top with a jeans jacket. She put on long black socks that went past the knee and black sneakers. She looked in the mirror again. It seemed okay, but as far as she knew she could be breaking several major fashion rules. She blinked. The girl in the mirror blinked. She liked how she looked right now.

 

  There was a pang as she realized she had lost another part of herself.

 

  “I am Copycat Ken.” She asserted to her reflection... but it felt wrong, alien now. She was not Ken anymore. Ken would have just copied whatever Hoko had worn before she died. Now after several months of stalking people, of killing them, stealing their lives and making them her own for days, even weeks on end, she could no longer say with any certainty whether she was male or female. “I was Copycat Ken” she said sadly, “Now, I’m just Copycat”

 

  Ever since that last battle with Ranma, she had been unable to find her true form, the body she had been born with. Ever since then, she could only be other people, never herself. She tried to remember what she looked like, but she had no pictures of herself, and instead of getting closer to finding her original form, she found it slipping further and further away.

 

  Copycat left the room, whereupon she was quickly intercepted by Hoko’s mother. “Just where do you think you’re going, young lady?”

 

  Copycat smiled, “I feel much better now, Mom. I was just...I had a weird...personal dream...and I didn’t expect you there...”

 

  Hoko’s mother nodded. “I know you’re growing up, but that’s really no excuse for...Hoko, dear, that just didn’t seem like you at all. I was almost sure you were possessed or something like in that American movie...Are you sure you’re alright?”

 

  “I’m fine, Mom! I’m going to go to Tofu’s anyway to get a note for class tomorrow. I’m sure if there’s anything wrong he’ll find it.”

 

  “Do you mind if I go with you? You really had me worried.”

 

  “Oh okay. How do I look?”

 

  “You look...very fetching.”

 

  Copycat laughed.

 

  “What’s funny, dear?”

 

  “Nothing,” she waved it off sobering, “just a private joke.”

 

   “I’ll just get my purse and then we can go, okay?”

 

  “Sure” Copycat agreed. She crossed her arms and leaned up against the wall as she waited for Hoko’s mother. She allowed herself to think optimistically for a few moments. Four months of careful planning, stalking, observing and she was now almost ready to make her move on Saotome. First, though, she had to take out his most effective defense against her...Nabiki. The Ijuu...it would complicate things, but no matter what, the end result would be the same.

 

  Ranma was going to die.

 

~~~~~*~~~~~

 

  “PREPARE TO DIE, RANMA!” Hibiki Ryoga ran along the street away from Akane. She had gotten angry at him! Angry. At him! It had to be Ranma’s fault. All those awful insults he threw at Akane every day...it must have been rubbing off on him!

 

  How could he say that Akane wasn’t a martial artist! She was a wonderful martial artist! Not compared to himself or Ranma or Mousse or even Kuno in a real no-holds-barred fight, but still better than most. Maybe he could convince Akane to go on a training trip with him! That way she could feel better about her martial arts and he could have all that time alone with her!

 

  But...if she refused...

 

  Akane in a yellow sun dress and white hat looks up at Ryoga with tears in her eyes and shakes her head. “No, Ryoga, I’m afraid I cannot go with you on a training trip,” Akane lifts the back of her hand to her brow and looks away in anguish, “for, alas, my heart belongs to Ranma, and I cannot bear to be apart from him...”

 

  Ryoga shook his head violently. No! His fragile heart of glass could not withstand it!

 

  Ryoga thought he heard Ranma just then. Ranma...calling him a coward.

 

  “NO! I am no coward, Ranma! Just you wait! Today you meet your doom!” Ryoga ran on. He had to keep moving. Keep his goal in mind...otherwise he’d lose track and start to think of other things.

 

  Why DID he fight Ranma so much?

 

  It was a question that Ryoga himself asked from time to time in the dark chill of night beside a dying fire. But he already knew the answer, and thinking about it just drove him further into the dark depths of his insurmountable depression.

 

  So Ryoga kept running, and concentrated solely on that, and on his goal. He paid no heed to stray thoughts or to the passing scenery. Nothing could distract him from his revenge. “RANMA! PREPARE TO...”

 

  “...shake vigorously and pour the liquid down the throat.” Dr. Tofu looked up and smiled at the young man who had just made a rather large hole in the wall of the examination room. “Good to see you, Ryoga, but you know you really shouldn’t disturb me when I’m with another patient.”

 

  “Oh we don’t mind, doctor. It’s nice knowing that my husband and I aren’t THAT strange.” Yamashita Niburi adjusted the position of her arm underneath her husband’s small body with a smile. “Isn’t that right, my little sweetums?” she tickled her husband’s nose with her finger.

 

  Thtop that! Woman, I thweal...”

 

  “Um...is Ranma here? I’m trying to kill him.” Ryoga said eying the Yamashitas. If he didn’t know any better he’d swear that the baby had just talked.

 

  “He’s in the waiting room,” Tofu pointed to the door, “Just take it outside if you could and...make sure Ranma is wearing his earrings.”

 

  Ryoga headed for the door.

 

  “Ryoga...”Tofu called after him.

 

  “What!” Ryoga snapped back.

 

  “That’s the closet.”

 

  “What’s Ranma doing in the closet? I thought you said he was in the waiting room.”

 

  “I did. The waiting room is over there,” Tofu pointed again, “that door leads to the closet.”

 

  “So where’s Ranma?”

 

  “In the waiting room!”

 

  “But you just said...”

 

  The baby spoke up, “Ith that...the Lyoga? Hibiki Lyoga...the famouth lotht tlavelel?”

 

  “Huh?” Ryoga asked...the baby DID talk!

 

  “They tell thtolies about you in Thikoku! Evely week ol tho you letuln to The Town of the Boal with giftth flom dithtant landth! That’th how I came aclotht the map to the Fountain of Youth!”

 

  “Ryoga, have you been to the Fountain of Youth?” Tofu asked, grabbing Ryoga by the shoulders.

 

  “Y...yeah.” His eyes widened, “So that’s why that baby can talk!”

 

  “Do you know of any cure?” Tofu asked.

 

  Er...have you tried hot water?”

 

  “Hot water?”

 

  “You know...like Jusenkyo?”

 

  Dr. Tofu pushed his glasses up on his nose. He turned on the hot water in the sink. When it was just short of scalding he filled a glass and poured it on the baby. In that instant, all of Yamashita Ichiro’s eighty-five kilos returned to him and he fell to the ground with nothing but a bit of blanket to cover his special purpose.

 

  “Looking for portents in the stars, we must remain mindful of our feet.” Tofu said over the stunned man on the floor.

 

  “You mean all this time...ALL this time I spent as helpless baby...and THAT’S the cure?” Ichiro stood up shakily, barely remembering to cover himself.

 

  “It wasn’t that obvious, I mean, who would think of throwing water that hot on an infant?” Niburi argued.

 

  “It’s not a cure...You’ll be a baby again with a splash of cold water,” Ryoga noted.

 

  “How do you know that exactly, Ryoga?” Tofu asked chuckling. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you fell in yourself!”

 

  Ryoga laughed nervously and his hand found itself on the back of his head. “Umm...where was Ranma again?”

 

  Niburi put a hand on Ryoga’s shoulder. “I’ll lead you to her. It’s the least I can do.”

 

  “Oh, so you’re going off with other men, now, is that it?” Ichiro quipped.

 

  Niburi turned back. “Is my little Ichikins worried I might leave him? I swear I’ll be right back and we can play a nice little game of peek-a-boo.” Niburi laughed. “You’re such a baby!”

 

  As they went through the doorway to the waiting room, Ryoga heard Ichiro remark, “I’m never going to live this down, am I?”

 

  It made him smile for a moment.

 

  Then of course he saw Ranma-chan sitting suspiciously close to Nabiki while they played some sort of card game with Kasumi. Genma and Soun played shogi in the opposite corner. Ranma, that bastard! Having fun with other women while Akane suffers...

 

  “You’re going to have to tell her some time you know. It’s just going to get worse if you don’t,” Niburi said softly.

 

  Ryoga nodded. “I know, I’ve been wanting to, but things get so complicated...Wait a minute!” Ryoga turned toward Niburi, “How did you know about Akane?”

 

  “Hmm?” Niburi looked up slightly, showing her mature, delicate complexion with its slight smile, “Akane? So sorry, I was talking about Ranma!” She indicated the red-head with a raised open hand.

 

  Ryoga was silent.

 

  “Oh, it’s obvious! Well, if Ranma hadn’t told me she was really a girl all along I might not have made the connection I suppose but...”

 

  “Ranma said that? No. Ranma’s a guy. He would never say something like that. That’d be like giving up. And even if he were a girl I would never...”

 

  “Right. You would never. So you just find any excuse to be with her.”

 

  “Listen, lady, you got your signals crossed or something. Ranma’s my worst nightmare. Nothing would make me happier than to see her...him dead.”

 

  Niburi sighed. “Fine, fine. Just trying to give some advice. If you don’t mind then, I’ll just leave you to your homicide.” She smiled impishly “It’s been a while since I’ve seen my husband all grow’d up.”  

 

  Ryoga stood unmoving for a moment after Niburi went back into the office, looking at the girls and Ranma. He couldn’t just threaten to kill Ranma again, not after what Niburi said. It’d be like proving her right...

 

  Ranma-chan laughed, and damned if it didn’t happen in slow motion... with sparkles.

 

  Ryoga squeezed his eyes shut against the image, but even as he did so, he wasn’t sure if he was trying to keep it out, or tying to keep it in. Ryoga could feel it sure as anything...he was about to spend a long time on the road.

 

  When he opened his eyes, though, he had to say something...“Ranma, how dare you go out with Nabiki behind Akane’s back!”

 

  Ranma turned her head slowly in Ryoga’s direction. “Howdy, Oinkster! Good of you to join us! Say, you’re a guy right?”  Ranma picked up a card that Kasumi had just shown her and Nabiki and asked, “Tell me, what does this look like to you?”

 

  “A Rorschach inkblot,” Ryoga answered in spite of himself.

 

  “Yeah, I know that. Why do you think we’re messing with them? So... what do you see?” 

 

  Ryoga found himself studying the mirror image on the card. It was random and splotchy, of course, but there was something about it.  Thin on either end, wide closer the center and then thin again where the fold would be, it looked disturbingly like... “A mask. Like one of those cheap plastic Halloween things.”

 

  “Oh come on! It’s a bra! Look there are the straps...”

 

  Ryoga’s eyes shifted to Nabiki’s amused and smug expression and then back to Ranma.

 

  “Okay...maybe I’m a little worried about Mom coming, okay? I could have told you that.”

 

  “Ranma-chan’s right, Nabiki. That could be what it is. The inkblots are not precise. The things you see in them are like the symbols in a dream. Sometimes their meaning is quite literal, as would be the case if Ranma is only worried about having to wear a bra. Other times though, they can be much larger. Nabiki, how would you feel if Ranma was never a man again?”

 

  “It really wouldn’t bother me,” Nabiki replied seriously. “I always kind of liked Ranma as a girl anyway.” Nabiki turned to Ranma now, “I know, I know, but I have to say it. You seem freer somehow. More yourself. Except when your mother’s around of course.”

 

  “Well, I guess I am pretty well built...” Ranma said pushing out her breasts.

 

  “And that right there proves you’ll always be a man inside,” Nabiki smirked. “Hey, Kasumi, is it just me or is Ranma bigger?”

 

  “Oh my, Ranma-chan’s growing up!”

 

  “What are you talking about?”

 

  “Let me check...” Nabiki grabbed Ranma’s breast.

 

  “HEY!”

 

  “Yep, definitely bigger than last time.” Nabiki nodded officially.

 

  “Let’s see how big YOU are...” Ranma-chan threatened and grabbed a hand full of Nabiki.

 

  Ryoga couldn’t take it anymore. “Ranma! What do you think you’re doing?”

 

  Ranma, out of reflex, immediately brought her hand back to her side. “What are ya talking about?”

 

  “Akane’s your fiancée!”

 

  “Actually, I’m his fiancée now,” Nabiki informed.

 

  “What do you mean?”

 

  Ranma turned to Ryoga. “Look, Pigface, Akane broke it off again this morning, and a lot of things happened since then, alright? It’s not the first time it’s happened; let’s just hope it’s the last. I would think you’d be happy anyway.”

 

  “What about your honor, Ranma?”

 

  “Hey, Nabiki’s a Tendo too, you know, and Shampoo and Ukyo both have valid claims to boot. Why are you getting so worked up over this?”

 

  “I’m not talking about your stupid engagement! I’m talking about Akane’s feelings! She deserves to be told...instead you’re...groping Nabiki without her knowing!”

 

  “Hmmm...now why does this sound familiar? Oh yeah! You’ve been copping free feels from Akane without letting her know! Listen, man, right now, I don’t even want to think about her, and I don’t think I could stand living with her for the rest of my life. She’s free, no strings attached. Get her while she’s hot.”

 

  Ryoga felt the depression building. The depression that would never go away, that was always there, waiting for him, whenever he dared think clearly. If Akane wasn’t Ranma’s fiancée, then he wouldn’t have an excuse to...to... “I won’t allow it. I can’t! I...”

 

  A splash of cold water shocked Ryoga and turned him into a piglet. He watched with surprise as Kasumi gently placed the empty fire bucket to her side. “Forgive me, Ryoga-kun,” she bowed, “but you were disturbing our harmony.”

 

  “Hey I just thought of something...” Ranma said, “If my female side is growing, how come Ryoga’s pig form hasn’t gotten bigger or anything?”

 

  “Maybe his curse is special... or maybe he fell in a different spring and the curses mixed?” Nabiki shrugged.

 

  “Yeah...I’ll have to ask him when I get the chance.”

 

Ryoga in pig form turned and clicked away from Ranma and the others. It was so easy for Ranma. Always so easy. In junior high, it had taken months for Ryoga to establish himself as the top martial artist. It had taken Ranma a day to take it away, making Ryoga once again just a “stupid lost boy.” Ryoga challenged Ranma again and again, but each time Ranma would win. Ryoga became a joke. He lost all of the friends he had made. He got lost more and more often. Everyday Ryoga would see Ranma laughing with friends that were once his, succeeding in all the areas where he had failed. It was Hell. Pure and simple. And Ranma was an undefeatable guardian of paradise...of the bread, of the respect, of Akane...Everything that Ryoga wanted, Ranma would already have. But now Akane was free. Now Ryoga could see her without guilt...and for some reason he wasn’t at all happy.

 

  For some reason, he was even more depressed.

 

~~~~~*~~~~~

 

  Two and a half centimeters. That was all.

 

  No divine hand. No chivalrous knight. No moat teaming with fantastic and terrible monsters. Just two and a half centimeters. That was all that protected Tendo Akane from Ranma’s words as they stabbed unerringly into her heart.

 

  Then again if the door had been a little thicker, maybe Akane would have gone inside. Maybe she would have seen first hand what she had heard. That would have been worse.

 

  There were a lot of ifs. If she had helped Ranma out of the Nekoken, if she had kept him away from Shampoo, if she hadn’t been so cruel to him that morning, if his mother hadn’t shown up when she did, if Shampoo hadn’t used her shampoo to begin with...if, if, if, if. It made no difference.

 

  Nabiki was fine, even if she was in danger of dying. As long as Nabiki didn’t come near her, Akane wouldn’t kill her. Akane felt her mallet hand itching, and it took everything she had not to go through the door and swing away at Ranma. She knew he wasn’t hers anymore, maybe never was, but she just couldn’t grasp the meaning of that. It was another unknown variable in the indecipherable math equation that was her life.

 

  Then there was Ryoga. P-chan. Try as she might, she could not think of the two entities as being the same person, even with this direct evidence. And how many times had Ranma tried to tell her, even before Shampoo’s formula 110? Shampoo was right. She had been stupid even before. But she needed P-chan, needed someone to talk to, someone she could trust. Even now, if P-chan came to her, she would hold him and cry and tell him everything just like before, even knowing what she knew, because she could not think of hurting the poor creature. She wished he would come out. She was so lost...

 

As if summoned by her thoughts, P-chan jumped out of a window and landed beside her. “Come here, P-chan, I...I need you right now.”

 

P-chan hesitated, then went to her.

 

Akane crouched and grabbed the pig, cradling him in her arms. She thought of entering the clinic, but it didn’t seem like a good idea. If she went inside, she would do something she would regret. Whether it was hurt someone she loved, or simply break down. So Akane gathered up P-chan and her distended emotions and turned away slowly from the door of the clinic.

 

  Just then, she saw Nabiki’s friend Hoko walking with her mother toward the clinic. Caught between not wanting to seem rude and walk away and not wanting to talk to anyone, Akane wavered at the door until Hoko was there. “Good afternoon, Hoko-senpai,” Akane greeted in a subdued tone with a small bow. “Tomo-san” Akane bowed deeper to Hoko’s mother.

 

  “Hey, Akane-chan! What are you doing here?” Hoko asked.

 

  “I...um...I was just leaving. It’s been a bad day...I’d rather not talk about it.” Akane bowed again, trying to smile and only managing a grimace. She moved to go, but then Hoko grabbed her forcibly by the shoulder, surprising her, and causing P-chan to bwee in alarm.

 

  She found herself looking into the older girl’s dark brown eyes. They were fierce, challenging...compassionate. Hoko smiled. “It’s going to be okay, Akane-chan. It’s all going to be okay.”

 

  Akane nodded hesitantly. When Hoko released her shoulder, she left without any other words. She walked briskly from the clinic, needing to get away.

 

For some reason, what Hoko said gave her the creeps.

 

“Great,” Akane muttered, “I already felt angry, confused, and depressed...now I’m scared on top of that.” Akane looked at the pig in her arms, looking up at her with a concerned expression. There was no way that the little pig could be the same as Ranma’s violent martial arts rival that demolished city blocks on accident... Akane needed to think, she was all jumbled up inside. Luckily there was one place she could go, one refuge from the pain of living, a sanctuary from the thousand natural shocks inherent in the flesh that would not require excessive violence or the implementation of jagged, pointy objects to enter.

 

“Come on, P-chan,” Akane said, “I need ice cream.”

 

~~~~~*~~~~~

 

  Copycat was surprised to find the clinic so crowded. When she saw Ranma she stopped stock still. It took all she had not to pull out a tanto from null-space and slay the bastard then and there. But that would be too fair. Ranma would win in a fair fight.

 

  “Hoko-chan?” Hoko’s mother asked, “Is something wrong?”

 

  “Nothing, Mom, just had a strange thought...”

 

  “It wasn’t...personal...was it?”

 

  “Mom!” Copycat laughed. It was easy to pretend to be Tomo’s child. She had plenty of practice pretending to be other people’s children after all. First in foster families, then with the families of the people she killed. Every time trying to make it work, but knowing that it wouldn’t. In a way, she did love Tomo. In the end, it didn’t matter. She’d still have to leave her eventually...if she didn’t kill her. 

 

  Nabiki got up from her seat. “Hoko! You’re alright?”

 

  Copycat nodded, “That’s what I keep telling Mom, but she won’t believe me.”

 

  Nabiki frowned and seemed a little distracted as she said “Well...you know how parents can be...”

 

  A thirty-ish woman, attractive, yet dressed so conservatively she seemed older at first glance, left Tofu’s office, her arm around that of a well-built man in a brown gi (probably Tofu’s) with short burnt umber hair that spiked and curled wildly about the top of his head. Copycat got the impression that they had gotten together primarily because she liked to clean messes and he liked to make them. The two either had trouble finding time together, or one of them was impotent, because the woman didn’t have the look of a mother, rather she had the slightly weary, hopeful look of someone worried she might never become one. Copycat was quite familiar with the type.

 

  The woman introduced the man to Nabiki and Nabiki bowed and thanked her. Apparently the couple was Yamashita Niburi and Ichiro, and apparently the woman, Niburi, had somehow helped save Nabiki’s life. Then Nabiki introduced Copycat as Tomo Hoko and she greeted and thanked them. Copycat was genuinely thankful that Niburi had saved the life of her “best friend,” If she hadn’t, Copycat would not be able to kill her.

 

  Nabiki’s powers of perception were perhaps even greater than Copycat’s, even without the surveillance equipment with which the girl had a near symbiotic relationship. Copycat had chosen her first victim, Buntaro, based on the idea that no one knew who he was, that no one cared about him. After the second day at school, Nabiki approached Copycat and wanted to know what was going on, why Buntaro was acting so differently. Copycat said that it was trouble at home, the same excuse she had offered case workers years before she had joined the Ijuu and the oni offered her the demon cloth and the camera that could allow her to copy any ability.

 

  Nabiki offered Buntaro a job.

 

  When they found Buntaro’s body, as Copycat hadn’t yet hit upon the idea that merely burying a corpse was not enough, Copycat had to find someone else. It must have seemed strange to the police that the body was a week dead, while Buntaro was last seen the day before, but there was nothing in the paper about it. By chance Copycat had been using another form at the time, that of a male cop she observed earlier asleep on some sort of stake out, to do some spying on Ranma, otherwise she might have been found out. Aside from Buntaro’s destitute mother, Nabiki was the only one at the funeral. Copycat had shown up as Generic Overworked Cop and asked Nabiki what her relationship was to the deceased.

 

  “Potential friend,” Nabiki had said simply.

 

  Potential friend. 

 

  It was then that Copycat knew that she’d have to kill Nabiki before she’d be able to get near Ranma.

 

  Copycat smiled and said, “I guess I might as well get this check up over with.” Tofu had since come out of the office and he and Hoko’s mother exchanged some mindless pleasantries, before Tofu invited her and Copycat into his office, apologizing for the state of the room.

 

  Copycat wasn’t worried about being found out. The demon cloth made Copycat a perfect copy of Hoko’s body, including basic ki flow patterns. After a period of time, Copycat’s own distinct ki pattern would start to become more visible, but by that time it would be attributed to changes in lifestyle.

 

  Hoko’s mother explained how she was worried her daughter might have been possessed by something, but she was sure it was nothing now and was sorry to take up Dr. Tofu’s time.

 

  Tofu simply nodded and examined Copycat, prodding certain spots and seeming to gaze through her.

 

  The problem with simply walking up to Ranma and slitting his throat when he least suspected it was that Ranma seemed to suspect it all the time. Ranma could detect things, dodge things, and anticipate things to the point where it was uncanny. Copycat had once, in the form of Ryoga, tried to kill Ranma in his sleep, only to have every attempt thwarted by a dodge. Copycat was almost certain Ranma had some kind of latent precognitive ability.

 

  Ranma had his weaknesses, but he also had an annoying tendency to let everyone know what he was doing. Even if he could be goaded into a trap, it wouldn’t matter because he’d say “Uh oh! Looks like I’m walking into a trap!” and his allies would eventually find out and rescue him.

 

  Copycat had no allies.

 

  In order to defeat Ranma, she had to rectify that situation. It was a long, arduous task to make new associations, she knew this from experience. Nabiki already had allies, it would be far easier to just steal hers.

 

  Tofu said that he could see nothing abnormal in the ki flow patterns and started with the physical check up. He asked Copycat to turn her head and cough. She did.

 

  Copycat’s next victim had been a Japanese Language teacher. A single, middle-aged woman named Tanaka Kimiko. This time, Copycat was extra careful to get the personality down. She found the camera that stole abilities worked for personalities as well and it was fairly easy to fool the woman’s students. It was considerably harder to stab the woman repeatedly with a tanto, stuff her in the trunk of her own car, drive some three hours into the countryside where no one was around, saw her up into segments and throw them into separate dumpsters as she traveled back to Tokyo.

 

  Copycat used her position as one of Nabiki’s teachers to try to get some information on the girl. The thing was, Nabiki really didn’t have any enemies. Many people did not particularly like her, but almost everyone Copycat overheard in the halls regarded her with a respect that bordered on worship. Once, while Copycat sat in the school office, Nabiki came in to see the assistant principal. Copycat listened in. Nabiki was saying that there ought to be a school wide martial arts tournament to raise money for the repairs to the gym that Ranma had damaged in his fight with Hinako-sensei.

 

  The tournament was held two weeks later.

 

  Nabiki was not infallible. She hadn’t suspected anything of Copycat as she taught in the guise of Tanaka Kimiko, and while she got impeccable grades, Nabiki still made mistakes. She still mistook one complex kanji for another or turned papers in late same as anybody else. There was the occasional student who claimed to have won a heap of money off Nabiki in the betting pool. And the tournament had of course been a complete disaster. But the girl knew things. She got things done. And she was fair.

 

  The only possible chinks in her armor were her two closest friends, Inamura Yuki and Tomo Hoko. Yuki was extremely popular. She was friends with Nabiki in a large part because Nabiki kept Kuno from realizing that fact. Yuki had many friends aside from Nabiki and furthermore, her father was a police detective; so she wouldn’t work for Copycat’s purposes.

 

  Hoko, on the other hand, was a loner. A nondescript wall flower who worked for the school newspaper and wrote ho hum articles about things people already knew with pictures that everyone had already seen. She wasn’t an outcast or anything; she just kept to herself and didn’t make any waves. She was perfect. But if Copycat was going to get so close to Nabiki, she had to make sure she had Hoko down perfectly. Luckily, there was one pathetic kid who no one really liked and who had almost every class with the girl.

 

  So Copycat made as if she were retiring from teaching and moving to far away lands, and then set about killing Gosunkugi Hikari.

 

  “I don’t see anything wrong, Tomo-san. Your daughter is just a perfectly normal, healthy, teenage girl.”

 

  Copycat got up off the examination table as Tofu had Hoko’s mother sign some papers so he could get paid from the insurance company. Then he walked her and Copycat out of the office, whereupon he and Hoko’s mother exchanged a few more mindless pleasantries, which Copycat tuned out, until Tofu turned to her smiling and saying “...and you, young lady. You make sure not to kill your mother in her sleep okay?”

 

  “Um...right...” Copycat replied. She glanced at Tomo’s pained expression and was grateful that she hadn’t been the only one who thought Tofu’s comment unfunny. She wondered just how much Tofu was hiding. He had the stink of Ijuu, but he behaved so innocuously... Maybe his remark was just an attempt at humor, but if it was, then perhaps Ranma wasn’t the only one with latent precognitive abilities.

 

  Just then, Ukyo and Shampoo came in hesitantly from outside. From their body language, Copycat figured they had somehow put aside differences and were now friends. Ukyo seemed almost protective of Shampoo, so Copycat guessed something had happened to the Amazon and Ukyo had consoled her. Shampoo’s hair was cut as if by a knife, which meant she had either left the Amazons, or she had an unfortunate run in with Ryoga.

 

Copycat’s eyebrow went up with interest at this turn of events.

 

When Ranma turned to see Shampoo she turned into a he and jumped...no... pounced on top of her, making a horrible rowrling...

 

  “Ranchan! What the HELL?” Ukyo screamed

 

  Shampoo screamed too but it wasn’t quite a scream or even human sound.

 

  Nabiki got up out of her seat on the couch, her jaw open eyes blinking.

 

  Genma jumped up and flattened himself against the wall while Soun just sat stunned.

 

  Kasumi ran to Tofu’s side and looked worriedly up at him, but all he could manage in response to the situation was a visible gulp.

 

  Ranma tore through Shampoo’s cheongsam with invisible claws. One breast and upper thigh of the Chinese girl now showed. It was making Copycat excited and she started breathing exercises so she could enjoy the view without revealing herself.

 

  Shampoo whirled around and faced Ranma on all fours. She hissed and it was a cat sound only larger, louder. That same sound that made a small furry creature a source of fear now made this buxom girl from China positively terrifying.

 

  Ranma was not dissuaded. He attempted to circle around Shampoo, but the girl shuffled to face him. Nabiki moved closer to Ranma holding a hand out hesitantly. “Ranma...she...she doesn’t want to mate with you.”

 

  Ranma whipped around. “What would you know of it, HUMAN?”  Ranma turned back toward Shampoo but she was gone through the door, which she ripped apart in her escape. Without a second thought, Ranma bounded after her followed by Ukyo... and Nabiki. 

 

  Copycat wanted to applaud. Instead, she looked up at Hoko’s mother and lied, “Mom, is it all right if you go home without me? I’m going to see if I can help Nabiki.” Not waiting for the Tomo woman to respond, Copycat ran out and, when she was sure no one could see her, jumped onto the roof of a nearby building and continued after the three girls and Ranma.

 

  She considered the possibility of being seen. Most people didn’t know Hoko, but if Nabiki found out, she would have questions. On the other hand, Nabiki seemed rather preoccupied and was unlikely to be looking above her. The alternative was to use the demon cloth to change forms, but the only form she knew that would make sense would be Mousse and he was probably at the Nekohanten, which might cause some question-raising if there were reports of him being in two places at once. Also, in order to change back to Hoko, she would have to study a photo of her, as she had only changed into her once. Finally, if worse came to worse Copycat could always invent secret martial arts training for Hoko. So Hoko she would remain. She bounded over a gap between roofs. She was catching up to Nabiki and Ukyo but the “cats” were still far ahead.

 

  She brought her camera out of null space and put her head through the strap, still holding on to it with her right hand as she ran to keep it from banging all over the place. She would get to Ranma eventually. The Nekoken was one of Ranma’s most powerful techniques and soon, it would be hers.

 

~~~~~*~~~~~

 

Akane asked for hot tea with her parfait. As soon as she had, P-chan started squirming. He must be uncomfortable Akane surmised, and adjusted her hold on the piglet. After she had her ice cream she would see the transformation first hand. Right now she wasn’t ready for another blast to her worldview.

 

She sat down at a booth next to the window. Across the street she could see the Hot Dog and Coffee, a neat little café owned by a gaijin. She saw the owner walk out of the building and lean on the wall, lighting up a cigarette.

 

Akane took a spoonful of ice cream and put it in her mouth, watching the man. “I wonder what his story is.“ Akane muttered. “Did he ever love anybody? Does he know what it’s like? Knowing that the one you love will never love you, but not being able to change? Not being able to learn how to cope with it?” Akane looked down at P-chan, “And you... I know you’re Ryoga. But...I just can’t picture it. It just doesn’t seem right somehow.”

 

P-chan bweed in astonishment.

 

Akane smiled, “I guess you want some ice cream too huh? Okay here you go!” Akane spoon-fed P-chan.  “It’s funny. You’ve been sleeping with me for months now. If I thought for one second you were really Ryoga I’d probably be eating a ham sandwich right now.  But that’s just it. I know you’re Ryoga...but all I can see is P-chan. It’s all so confusing!” Akane’s fist clenched. “What did I do to deserve this? Honestly!” She took several spoonfuls of parfait in quick succession.

 

She took a slower bite pensively as a knot grew in her throat. “There I go again. Typhoon Akane.  Let me just get angry at things, that will make them better! DAMMIT!” She slammed her fist on the table, startling some of the other customers. “I can’t help it though! It’s that shampoo. Shampoo’s shampoo! It’s all that bimbo’s fault, no...it’s all RANMA’S fault!”

 

P-chan bweed in sympathetic anger.

 

“Another spoonful? Okay.” Akane fed the pig again. “Why can’t I stop? Ranma didn’t know about the side affects of a double dose of that stuff...But...arghh! It has to be the shampoo again! I can’t even get it through my head that I’ve got a problem huh? Honestly! You aren’t even a real pig!”  Impulsively Akane grabbed her Styrofoam cup of tea and splashed it on P-chan, feeling silly even as she did it.

 

Suddenly she had a very nude Ryoga sitting in her lap. “PERVERT!” Akane yelled and malleted  Ryoga into the ceiling, which he bounced off of, landing rather harshly on the thin padding of the booth seat.

 

Ow,” Ryoga said simply.

 

“I’m sorry Ryoga! I should have known you wouldn’t have any clothes!”

 

“It’s okay,” Ryoga muttered nevously. When he sat up again he was clothed in his usual attire and he had his hand back behind his head. “I learned a few things from Mousse.”

 

Akane nodded still a little stunned. “You’re...you’re P-chan?”

 

“Yes.” Ryoga looked seriously into Akane’s eyes.  “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to tell you, Akane! But Ranma always kept me from letting you know! And it was so nice, sleeping in your bed...I mean...”

 

“When were you sleeping in my BED?” Akane started to feel her anger rising, and then took a breath. “You mean P-chan. P-chan slept with me. Arrgh!”

 

“This is all Ranma’s fault.” Ryoga assured. “You need to cure yourself and then get back at him somehow. I could help you train...”

 

“You would do that, Ryoga? That would be great! But...I don’t think I could actually fight Ranma. He’s mean, but I still...I’ve got to get cured. I want these feelings to go away.” Akane looked outside at the people entering the Hot Dog and Coffee. “Really, if I didn’t lo...like Ranma...I don’t think I’d want anything to do with him.”

 

“You mean...you wouldn’t want revenge? Not at all?”

 

“I don’t know, Ryoga. I’m just tired of it all. I’ve fought Ranma for every little thing for so long...and really it was only because he can get so close to me. Get under my skin. It’s really because I like him that I get so angry at him. If I could stop...if I could just realize that there is no way Ranma will ever like me back... Akane smiled sadly. “I probably have about as much chance of getting Ranma to love me as you do now.”

 

Wha?”

 

Hmph. I guess self doubt was something I was good at before Shampoo.” Akane got up and put some coins on the table as a tip. “I’m going home to pack. I’ve got to get away. Yuka was right. You’re really a nice guy, Ryoga. Maybe once I get cured we can get together again...If I don’t beat you to a pulp.”  With that Akane left Ryoga to sit at the booth alone.

 

Ryoga felt rather odd. He felt closer to Akane than ever before, but why did there seem to be something missing now? Why did Akane’s proposition of getting back together make him nervous instead of excited? Why was Ranma chasing Shampoo on all fours outside the window? “Ranma, that bastard! Going after Shampoo now! That’s it, I’m going to kill him!”

 

  I’ve fought Ranma for every little thing for so long...and really it was only because he can get so close to me. Get under my skin. It’s really because I like him that I get so angry at him.”

 

Ryoga shuddered. Every now and then Akane gave him the creeps. It wasn’t how she was so blithely violent all the time, or how she nearly crushed him whenever he slept with her as P-chan, that just made him a little nervous. No, what scared Ryoga about Akane was that sometimes, staring into her angry brown eyes, he felt like he was staring at a distorted image of himself.

 

He shook his head. “No. Ranma’s my sworn enemy. I do NOT like her...him!”

 

The waitress came by to pick up the money and the empty parfait glass. She patted Ryoga on the shoulder, “You aren’t fooling anybody, honey. Would you like anything?”

 

“N...no. I’m going to leave.” Nodding at his own declaration, Ryoga got up and left the building.

 

Yes, it was definitely time to get lost.

 

~~~~~*~~~~~

 

  Ukyo should have done something...but it all happened so fast. She hadn’t even considered the possibility that Ranma was at the clinic. She just thought Tofu could help Shampoo somehow. That maybe there was a pressure point that diminished sexuality or something. And when it happened...Ukyo had believed Shampoo, but it hadn’t been real to her until it was right in front of her. Her friendship to Shampoo was so new, and already Ukyo felt like she had betrayed it. And so she ran after her and Ranma. But they were so much faster. Both of them.

 

  Ukyo heard the sound of shoes behind her, and she glanced back. Nabiki was running too! Even in her short glance though, she could tell Nabiki wasn’t fit enough to run even the distance she already had.

 

  Ukyo fell back, allowing Nabiki to catch up. “Why are you running?”

 

  “Ranma...might kill...if...I...don’t... stop him...Go back to Tofu’s...get help.”

 

  “Sugar, you aren’t going to make another ten feet, there’s no way you’ll catch up to them.”

 

  “I’ll...catch up...you...go.”

 

  Ukyo just ran beside Nabiki. To her surprise the Tendo girl started picking up speed. “Nabiki, how-?”

 

  “GO!” Nabiki waved her hand at Ukyo to go back....or at least that was what Ukyo thought she was doing until she felt a sharp burning pain. The chef slowed to a stop as she examined the four parallel tears in the arm of her boy’s school uniform. She looked up at Nabiki who had already gained an uncanny amount of ground. She was bounding on all fours, catlike.

 

  “This is fast becoming an epidemic,” Ukyo remarked to herself. The statement didn’t begin to cover the strangeness of seeing the Ice Queen run off like that though.

 

  “Hey you!”

 

  Ukyo turned to see a rather unkempt and rotund man with curly black hair and a moustache standing outside the door of the Hot Dog and Coffee. “Me?”

 

  “Yeah. You wanna buy a hot dog?”

 

  “No thanks, sugar,” Ukyo said, “I’m trying to quit.” In Ukyo’s opinion, the worst thing a person could do with a piece of meat was turn it into a hot dog.

 

  “Heh heh. Fine suit yourself. I just know that after I see three teenagers run past me on all fours after each other, a nice, normal hot dog sure sounds good.”

 

  Ukyo had to admit she was tempted, but she had somewhere she had to be. “Maybe some other time. You’ve got an effective sales strategy there.”

 

  The man shrugged. “Hey, this is Nerima.”

 

  “That it is,” Ukyo agreed with a sigh. “Take care.” And with that she ran back toward Tofu’s.

 

~~~~~*~~~~~

 

  Nabiki wasn’t sure at first why she followed Ranma out the torn down door of the Tofu clinic. It wasn’t something she would normally do. Normally she’d acknowledge that Ukyo was the most qualified to defuse the situation and make sure she was prepared for every foreseeable eventuality.  But something told her Ukyo wouldn’t be able to fix this. That only she could.

 

  She hadn’t done much aerobic exercise in the decade or so since she stopped practicing the Art, and she felt it as she pounded the ground with her feet after the others. In her mind though, she kept seeing Genma at the mercy of invisible claws... Over and over like a sports broadcast that was too enthused about its instant replay feature she saw the image. And she remembered the power, the freedom...By the time Ukyo fell back to talk to her, Nabiki was half-crazed from exhaustion and almost the rest of the way crazed by something inside her telling her she could be faster, she could be stronger...

 

  Nabiki struggled desperately against this. She recognized the voice inside her, felt it as the cool weight of a pistol in her palm...it wasn’t any different than that. But unlike a pistol she couldn’t throw this away, she could not renounce it like a bad habit and be done. It was as much a part of her now as it had ever been for Ranma.

 

It wasn’t until she involuntarily scratched Ukyo’s arm though, that Nabiki understood. She had power, whether she liked it or not. The only thing she had any influence on was how she used it. She had to find some way to control it and there was really only one way to learn.

 

Nabiki stopped resisting.

 

  Immediately the world became a wash of sounds, smells, sensations... the bloody sweet sweat tang of Shampoo’s menses attacked her nostrils immediately. As she concentrated she could discern Ranma’s pleasant musk. She heard Ukyo talk with somebody far behind her but the words held no real meaning any more. She knew she was now running on all fours, but found it so natural she wondered why she didn’t run that way all the time.

 

  Then she wondered why she was running in the first place when, even now, she was so close to utter exhaustion. So Ranma wished to mate with the other female. What was the problem? It was her time, was it not? Ranma could mate with Nabiki when it was her own time. It was natural for the female to fight off the male at first. If she reached them she’d only be interfering in what might be a happy copulation. But then she had a thought...

 

Ranma, Shampoo and I have human bodies.

 

  Nabiki increased her speed, trying not to notice her ugly, pink, hairless hands as they pushed away the concrete underneath her...tried not to get frustrated at not being able to direct her hearing with her atrophied stumps of ears. Ranma being human and one with honor, would not copulate with another if he had a litter by Shampoo. If she let Ranma mate with Shampoo, she could lose him forever. Nabiki would not let that happen.

 

  Ranma was hers.

 

~~~~~*~~~~~

 

  Kawagami Hiro knew he should have known better. The girl was still in High School, and she was a reckless driver on top of it. But he had fallen for her.

 

  The way she moved on that bike, it was like she was one with it! He helped save her life, and while at the time he was too worried she might die to pay much attention, now he could not quite get the feeling of her lips on his to go away, even as he sipped black java at the Hot Dog and Coffee, remembering the image of her and that punk kid making out on the couch of Tofu’s waiting room. The Hot Dog and Coffee was a favorite hang out for cops, first because of the coffee, and secondly because you could see all the girls coming out of the Sanjuuichi ice cream shop across the street.

 

  “Why so glum, chum?” asked Inamura Kentaro as he sat down across the table from Hiro. He had an extremely well-kept goatee that, combined with his oriental features, made one think simultaneously of Don Quixote and Kublai Khan. He tended to have more Quixote than Khan in him most times. People often wondered at how such an ebullient man could be a homicide detective, but he was, and he had definite limits to his pleasantness.

 

  “It’s this girl I gave a ticket to. Saved her life. She didn’t even thank me and she was banging this punk...”

 

   “Hiro, Hiro, Hiro...you’re like one of the women in the self defense class! You keep trying to save these girls, trying to change them but you can’t. You can’t ask a tiger to be a lamb.”

 

  “This girl was different. She was intelligent, I could tell...and there was something else...”

  “There all different. They’re like snowflakes, but Hiro,” Kentaro winked and glanced out at the Sanjuuichi meaningfully “They all taste the same on the tongue.”

 

  “Yeah, I know. I just thought going back to being a traffic cop would keep me from having to deal with... women. And this one hit me harder than the others.” Hiro sighed, “So you have any gruesome murders to lift my spirits?”

 

  “Heh. As a matter of fact... I was about to ask you to do me a favor.”

  Hiro had a good idea what it was, “You know, contrary to popular belief, Kentaro, I don’t actually like giving people bad news.”

 

  “But you’re so good at it!” Kentaro batted Hiro lightly on the side of the head.

 

  Hiro was caught in a disturbing niche of being one of the few cops that didn’t absolutely dread telling people their friends or family members were dead. He wasn’t an especially morbid guy, far from it. It was just that he’d rather someone hear it from him than a pimple-faced rookie or a callous veteran of the force. He wouldn’t want cheery bright-eyed Kentaro to do it; that was for sure. Hiro sighed, “Okay, so who is it?”

 

  “It’s a murder. A grisly one at that. Not one of those nice induced heart attacks no siree.” Kentaro’s voice had taken a slightly manic tone. This case had upset Kentaro more than usual. He was venting.  “This one all we got is a maggot infested arm that fell out of a dumpster about five o’clock this morning. We got the torso an hour or so later, so we ruled out self-amputation. We ran the prints...they belong to an eighteen-year-old girl. Maybe one of your waifs?...

 

  Hiro tried not to think of Nabiki hacked into pieces. It was common knowledge troubled teens tended to have a short shelf life. But Hiro had been a troubled teen not all that long ago and Kentaro’s humor hit a little too close to home.

 

  The older cop continued, “She came by just three days ago to get her motorcycle license renewal signed by a notary public.” Kentaro’s face suddenly lost its brightness.

 

  Hiro knew he was thinking about the murderer, about catching the bastard, about how fucked the judicial system was that let maniacs like that loose even after they were caught, about how it could have been his own daughter that had been killed.

 

  “Tomo Hoko, that’s the name of the victim.” Kentaro took in a breath leaning back to gaze into the fluorescent light over head, “Alas, poor Hoko,” he said and lowered his head to look at Hiro with smile as natural as a skeleton’s and about as cheerful, “I knew her, Horatio.”

 

  “Give me the address, and I’ll take care of it.” Hiro said solemnly.

 

  Kentaro handed him a copy of Hoko’s file. He got up to leave and turned back, “I knew her.” He left then, and Hiro knew that the man would be relentless in tracking the murderer down. Kentaro was in full Kublai Khan mode now, and for him, the divine wind was on his side.

 

  Hiro looked at the address on the file and shot to his feet. Tomo Hoko was Nabiki’s next door neighbor! He ran to see if he could catch Kentaro, but he was distracted by someone turning up the volume on a TV in the café. “Hey check it out!” the fat, curly-haired man said.

 

  A four way intersection blocked by a naked couple having sex. They seemed to be making high pitched cat sounds. Hiro didn’t really think when he saw the image. He just went out of the room, out of the building and onto his bike.

 

~~~~~*~~~~~

 

  When Akane entered the building dressed in her yellow gi and carrying a backpack on her back, a man in long, white robes embraced her.

 

  “SHAMPOO, MY LOVE!”

 

  The Nekohanten, Akane thought sardonically, they may not know your name, but they’re always glad you came. Akane pried Mousse’s arms from her torso as best she could, explaining, “I’m not Shampoo, Mousse. Honestly!”

 

  Just then, Akane noticed the TV mounted on the wall...

 

  “...Amazingly, instead of running over them, the first cars were blown back by some form of energy. Police officers are having difficulty getting to the scene owing to the sheer magnitude of the traffic jam the two love birds have caused. This just in! The names of the exhibitionists are Saotome Ranma and...CRASHsizzlepop

 

  Akane extricated her mallet from the television only a little self conscious.

 

  “Hey! We were watching that!” one of the Nekohanten customers exclaimed.

 

  Ignoring them, Akane turned to Mousse. “Is Cologne here?”

 

  Mousse put his glasses back onto his nose from the top of his head. “I’ll take you to her.” Mousse led her to the back of the restaurant, where Cologne was standing on the counter, hovering over a large pot of ramen. “Old ha...I mean Honored Elder?” Mousse bowed, “You have a visitor.”

 

  She turned and saw Akane. “Ah yes, Tendo Akane!” She picked up her staff and hopped to the floor and then on to the top of the staff balancing on its tip. “You’ve been through a lot today, child. Feel free to let go of your pack and sit. May I ask where it is you’re going?”

 

  Akane set her pack down and sat on it. Her eyes were now level with the Amazon elder’s. “I’m going to a friend’s house for the weekend. I need...distance.”

 

  Cologne nodded, “You did leave a note, right? You mustn’t let your family worry.”

 

  “Yes, I left a note telling them where I’ll be and I plan on calling as soon as I get there.”

 

  “Good. You’ll need as few distractions as possible the next few days or so.”

 

  “You have what I called about?”

 

  Cologne brought a bottle of formula 119 shampoo “Yes, I have your cure, and I appreciate you telling me about Shampoo.”

 

  “Forgive me, Cologne-sama, but I thought you’d be more upset about that.”

 

  Phah, I was the same as her back in my day. The truth is the Amazon culture can be a little stifling. If you don’t rebel every now and then, you wither up and die. Shampoo’s biggest fault was that she was too willing to follow orders. If she had just stayed in Japan to begin with, she’d be married to Ranma right now.”

 

  Akane couldn’t suppress a twitch in her eyebrow but managed to stay calm. “So you think she’ll come back to you?”

 

  “I know she’ll come back, child. Whether she wants to or not. It’s her destiny.”

 

  “Destiny? It can’t be changed?”

 

  “Some things cannot be changed, child. We all grow old, we all die, the day inevitably darkens into night. Other things...they are as mercurial as a flame in the wind. This thing with Nabiki for instance. You know I wasn’t expecting it at all? And now it seems like it should have been obvious. But to say that was destiny is an anthropomorphic fallacy. We try to make reality more human, because we can deal with people; we know how they operate. If this didn’t happen, if that didn’t happen...we start to wonder how it is that all these things were set up. We start to think of it as the fates playing with us. But the very nature of the word “if” should clue us in that there isn’t a plan. You could just as easily be married to Ranma right now. So could Shampoo or Ukyo or nearly anybody. A billion random events conspired against you. A butterfly flapped its wings.”

 

  “So I still don’t have any control.” Akane said bitterly.

 

  “Of course you have control! You are yourself part of the world you live in! You can affect it just as surely as it can affect you. You already do in fact, you just don’t realize it because you don’t observe. Do you know what the most awesome power in all of the universe is?”

 

  “What?”

 

  “The power of thyself known. If you know absolutely everything there is to know about yourself, then you can do almost anything given enough time. Case in point, if you knew that you had been affected by the formula 110 shampoo earlier, you would have gone to me or Tofu earlier and perhaps none of this mess would have happened. But instead of being in control, you were controlled, and so in a way, it’s all your fault.”

 

  “I don’t see how I could have known...”

 

  “But you did know. You knew the first day that something was wrong, but you dismissed it. Of course, if everyone in the world stopped dismissing things, the world would be a lot less interesting.”

 

  “I suppose you’re right,” Akane sighed.

 

  “Of course I am.” Cologne crossed her arms, managing to stay balanced on her staff by her feet alone. “Have you made a decision?”

 

  Akane nodded.

 

  “So, would you like to be an Amazon?”

 

  “Yes. Yes, I would, Honored Elder.”

  Cologne smiled. “I’m pleased. Your training starts Monday. And don’t think you’re going to get out of paying for that television. Tomorrow I will go with you to your school so you can get a work permit. I imagine your grades have suffered a bit.”

 

  “But, Honored Elder?”

 

  “Yes?”

 

  “The cure?”

  “I’ve already administered it. You’ll be back to full capacity in just under three hours.”

 

  Akane blinked. She hadn’t even seen the old woman move! “Will I ever learn to be that fast?” she wondered out loud.

 

  “You will learn many things. Your mind is free now, and the chains it has worn have served to strengthen it. Just be sure not to squander this opportunity.”

 

  Akane nodded, smiling. She could feel it now, like a fog slowly lifting from her mind. Like static she hadn’t even realized was there fading into a clear picture. She didn’t need Ranma. If he and Nabiki wanted to screw in a city street then that was their business. Akane was finally through for real. Besides, Ranma didn’t deserve her. She was Tendo Akane.

 

  She was Amazon.

 

~~~~~[END]~~~~~

 

AN: In case you’re wondering about the title and/or about Copycat’s inside joke, it all revolves around knowing that “fetch” is another name for a doppelganger, or a creature that mimics people and then kills them. I always planned on having Copycat Ken in this fic. I wasn’t satisfied with the ending of the episode, and really there’s no character that I know of with more of an identity crisis. Seeing as he was able to turn himself into a perfect copy of Happosai, someone much smaller than his normal form, I figure the blanket he uses is more than just illusion.

 

Slowly but surely the fic is approaching the main arc. Believe it or not, it actually centers on Nodoka, and she should finally make an appearance in the next chapter. Unless my idea monster rears its complicated head again of course.

 

Many thanks to Figment, Bastet’s Chosen, and Aondehafka for their help with this chapter and to The Wanderer and the people at the FFML for helping with a technical problem.

 

Feedback greatly appreciated.

 

It gets weirder.

 

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