Completed: 2002-07-26 Standard disclaimer: I do not own anything in this fan fiction except for the idea behind it and even that is mostly blatantly stolen from a multitude of sources. And if you don’t like that, then SUE ME! Uhm, why are you all staring at me like that? No, it was a joke! Really! No, don’t take my computer, no, not my videogames, no, not my cat!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!! *Sounds of a man being stripped of everything he own can be heard. * (Does anyone know that sound effect BTW?) Timelines: Everything in the canon Ranma ½ has happened in this fan fiction with the exception of the Saffron incident. Only the Ranma ½ reference in this fan fiction will use a modified timeline. Any other references will really just use the characters without any complex plots and/or situations. Age rating: If you can understand all the crap I’m spouting then you are definitely old enough to read this fan fiction. |
Kenneth Lönnberg aka Macross_VF1 proudly presents: Balance
of Chaos Chapter 3: Nothing and Everything Part 1 ***
- - - - *** The
next morning, Ranma stepped out of a transporter portal. He was clad in a
red shirt and black jeans, black sunglasses covering his eyes. Just as
planned he had arrived at the UN building in New York (I think). One of
the biggest constants in his life was strangely enough the very building
he was gazing upon. For some reason it could be found in almost any
dimension featuring Earth. He walked a little closer, curious about all
the police surrounding the building. He tuned in to the police COM
channels, listening for a moment. His mouth turned into a vicious grin,
and he cracked his knuckles. This day had barely started and it already
showed promise. *** Nabiki
stood at the gates of Furinkan high school shaking her head at the
spectacle before her. When Ranma disappeared, the idiot squad quickly
restarted assaulting Akane. Despite the fact that he had returned, they
still tried to best her, hence the name. Normally she would have been
happy about this turn of events, but ever since she signed up as a riot
suppresser, she had to spend a lot of time, effort and money to control
situations like this. She sighed as she saw Akane pound the last of the
idiots. This day had barely started and she already had a headache. *** Some
hours later, Ranma walked out of the UN building looking incredibly
pleased with himself. The meeting went as planned, that is a lot of
protesting from narrow-minded politicians and a lot of convincing from his
side. All in all, his suggestions had been approved of and he was
satisfied with the compromises made. He also had had the opportunity to
engage in some more violent ‘discussions’ before the meeting,
concerning some terrorists, about terrorism. *A great warm up. * He
thought with a grin. He checked his chronometer and decided to call it a
day. *I’ll have to prepare my briefing for tomorrow…* ***
The
bell rang and every student filed out of the classrooms. School was over
for the day and most students hurried to get home. Nabiki was no
exception. She had already arranged for her cronies to look out for Ranma.
The computer geeks were instructed to watch the net for any scrap of
information they could possibly get and any and all contacts to the media,
even the remote ones, were closely monitored. Already, some information
had surfaced, and she was anxious to confirm them herself. It would
probably take the entire night and cost quite a bit of money. She swore
she was going to find Ranma and pay him back for all the trouble he caused
her. Or so she told herself. *** Early
next morning Ranma stepped out of another glimmering portal. He stood
before an ugly building that looked like it had been ruined several times,
if the patchwork repairs were any indication. He knew better to trust
appearances though. The people working in the building had experience and
knowledge and would most certainly be more than capable of handling the
new assignment. *Time to brief the squad* He thought with a sentimental
smile. *** Nabiki
did not want to leave her bed. Almost the entire night had been spent
finding clues to Ranma’s whereabouts and confirming them since most
sightings were no more than fakes. Unfortunately she had no solid leads,
only some rumours. She reluctantly climbed out of the bed when she heard
Kasumi announcing breakfast. The thought of school did brighten her mood a
little. Her contacts just might have been lucky and gotten some good info. *** It
was late when Ranma activated his return transporter. He idly reflected on
the day and was very satisfied with the proceedings. The newly started UN
ETSPP bureau would prove most useful to him just as similar organizations
had in the past. Briefing the agents was a joy to behold, as they were
even more organized and experienced then he anticipated. He gleefully
rubbed his hands together as he thought of the coming day. He had always
liked travelling… *** Nabiki
looked desperately at the computer screen. She had gotten her first solid
lead about Ranma, but she still didn’t know his location. The news
continuously reported about the previous day’s terrorist attack on the
UN building. What the news did not report was that Ranma somehow got
involved in the attack, though it was unclear if he was an aggressor or
defender, maybe both. She rubbed her temples and turned off her computer.
No use staying up all night. *** Ranma
looked intensely at a computer screen depicting earth. All over the map,
small yellow blips could be found. He had to check every one of them. Not
that he was complaining, after all he just might find some interesting
individuals. After a short consideration he decided that Tomobiki in Tokyo
would make a great starting point. *** Several
hours later Ranma
stepped out of a transporter portal and promptly deactivated it. He was
almost through for the day and had therefore returned to Japan. Only one
more stop and he would be finished with his first day. He looked around
the lush forest surrounding him. *I could get to like it here. * He
thought as he briefly enjoyed the sight before him. In the distance he
could see a lake with a house in close proximity. *Odd place for a modern
house* he thought. Behind it, a long set of stairs could be seen
that ended in a traditional Japanese shrine. Ranma
looked down at the small computer screen in his hand. Several blips inside
the house signified auras that had to be investigated. Now that he was
close, he could get much more accurate readings than he had gotten before.
The wide planet scan he had made when he arrived was useful but did not
give much in the way of details. He took a closer look at the readings and
instantly became intrigued. Only one of the blips was human. The other
signatures were a mixture of non-humans. He
dismissed the screen and stretched out his senses. The auras of the
non-humans proved to be very powerful. In fact, if he would ever find
himself in a situation where he didn’t have access to his equipment,
they just might be able to overpower him. *At least for a moment…* Ranma
thought wryly. Suddenly,
he felt one of the auras inside the house abruptly disappearing. His eyes
widened as he recognized the method; the aura’s owner had placed itself
out of phase with normal reality. He quickly stood up and looked around. A
person phasing in that manner could very possibly reappear right next to
him. He relaxed as he felt the aura return, almost in the exact place as
before. Something wasn’t right though since he could feel one of the
other auras expanding as if preparing for battle. Very soon, the phasing
aura followed and only seconds after, a big explosion could be heard
throughout the valley. Smoke poured out of the house and the residents
came out coughing and cursing. Well, the cursing really just came from two
individuals, both females, if the voices were any indication. Ranma smiled
and remembered Otaru’s house on Terratoo. The marionettes living with
him could cause quite a stir sometimes. Max
Mercury had once told him: The only worthwhile things you can bring to a
catfight is popcorn and a drink. Ranma was quite tempted to do just that
and include a camping chair in the package but he refrained from that.
After all he still had work to do. He
took a short teleport down in the valley. He re-emerged near the edge of
the forest and watched the scene before him with a bemused expression. On
one side, a blonde woman and a small girl with long, blue ponytails
similar to Usagi’s haircut looked on with worried expressions. Behind
them a bit-older-than-middle-aged man stood. There seemed to be some sort
of special aura around the man that gave the impression of a cloak of some
sort. Other than that, the man looked like he thoroughly enjoyed watching
the spectacle. In
the middle of the field, before the house, was the main attraction. A boy
with a pigtail, looking slightly younger than himself, in appearance that
is, had somehow become the prize in a tug of war between the two women he
had heard cursing before. The woman on the boy’s right had purple hair
and somehow managed to look royal and dignified despite being in a very
undignified situation. The other woman sported a more roguish and sexier
look and spiky cyan coloured hair. Yet again he was reminded how similar
this was to Otaru’s situation, and he simply couldn’t contain his
chuckle. Immediately
everyone present stopped and looked at him. “Who are you?” The sexy
woman asked, taking up a clearly threatening posture. “We
will not let you hurt Tenchi-Sama!” The purple-haired one declared
hotly. “Just
like Bloodberry and Cherry!” Ranma said as he laughed. “Now where’s
Lime when you need her.” He said and looked around in an exaggerated
manner. “Hey!
I know you!” The blonde on the side exclaimed happily. “I saw you on
TV!” The
boy the women fought over elbowed his way forward. “Yeah, that’s
right. I saw you on the news the other day. You’re called Wildman,
right?” “Ranma
Wildman, at your service, my liege.” Ranma said, bowing theatrically. “So
you’re the guy Washu has been raving about 24/7.” The cyan-haired
woman said. Ranma
froze and paled visibly. A big lump formed in his throat and the words
didn’t want to come out. “Did… you… just say Washu?” Ranma
managed to stutter out in a whisper. The
cyan-haired woman looked at him as if he was sick or something. “Yeah,
the little maniac is probably watching this as we speak.” She snorted. However
Ranma didn’t hear anything after ‘yeah’. He ran forward and grabbed
the woman’s collar. “WHERE IS SHE?” He screamed in desperation. The
woman waved her hand in front of her face. “Hey what are you trying to
do? Kill me with your breath? And besides it’s not like I’m just going
to tell you where she is just like that.” “Please…
just tell me, ok? It’s really important.” Ranma pleaded silently to
the woman as he let her down. “Get
away from Ryoko!” The boy named Tenchi called out from the side. Ranma
didn’t react. He continued to stare at the woman although at that angle
it was impossible for the others to hear or see Ranma’s frustrated
pleading. Deciding
that that enough was enough, the boy withdrew something from his clothes.
A hiss and a blue light coming from the boy finally got Ranma’s
attention. “Interesting…
” Ranma turned and commented on the glowing energy sword. “Looks like
a lightsaber, but I feel something else about it…” He looked straight
into the eyes of the boy. “Tell me, have you any knowledge of something
called the force?” The
boy looked confused. “Uhm, I don’t know what you are talking about.” Ranma
only shook his head. “I thought as much.” He turned to the house and
started walking. “Hey!”
‘Ryoko’ called out. “You can’t leave like that!” Ranma only
ignored her. It
didn’t take long for Ranma to reach the house. He opened the front door
of the house and went in. *Where would I be if I were Washu…* He
pondered for himself. *Ah, but of course! * He exclaimed mentally. He
rummaged a bit through his subspace pockets and found the thing he was
looking for. A phase-pulse-modulator should do the trick. Just
as he plucked the device out of subspace, the people out in the yard
caught up with him and stood in the doorway. The two battling women and
the boy looked almost ready to kill but the older man stopped them.
“Hold it. I don’t think we should interrupt this.” He said and
pointed at Ranma. Ranma was taking out tools and equipment seemingly from
nowhere and neatly placed them on the table in the living room. “You
youngsters would do well to listen to your elders.” Ranma said without
looking up from what he was doing. “This is delicate and highly volatile
equipment. Well the equipment is delicate. I am volatile.” Ranma
answered, chuckling at his own joke. The
two women looked almost as if they would explode at the comment, but
before they could retort a younger voice interrupted. “What
are you doing?” The blue-haired girl asked. Ranma
looked up and smiled. “Oh nothing special. I just figured that the best
way to find Washu would be to find her sub pocket lab.” “I
gather you know Washu quite well then.” The old man said. “Yeah,
well, I was the one that originally gave her the idea to use subspace
pockets.” Ranma answered as he tinkered with the device. He ignored all
the gasps his comment elicited. “How
old are you?!” The boy exclaimed. Ranma
raised an eyebrow. “Does that matter? I am here, and so is apparently
Washu. And I _will_ find her.” He answered forcefully; slamming the lid
on the device shut and took the cord connected to it in his right hand. He
lifted it to his right ear and grimaced. ”And now, the ugly part.” He
said, plunging the metallic end on the cord deep into his skull through a
connector behind his ear. Every muscle in his body protested at the
intrusion, but soon he relaxed and opened his eyes. “Heh.
Just like Washu.” He said as he looked around using the software
provided by the phase-pulse modulator to locate anomalies in reality.
“Security cameras being out of phase always were a speciality of
hers.” He went to the glass doors of the living room and looked out.
“And outside as well… Damn she has been busy.” He turned around,
planning to check the entire house, but he saw something that made him
freeze up like a statue. Beside
the stairs, a girl with spiky red-hair, stood with her arms crossed. She
was scowling yet she seemed strangely curious as well. Ranma couldn’t
get out a word; he just dumbly stumbled forward, reaching out with one
arm. He slowly got closer, ignoring the odd stares he got. Time seemed to
stretch out into eternity but he finally reached her and knelt as if
paying respect to a deity. He stretched out his arm and tenderly touched
the girl’s cheek. She was younger than he remembered but to Ranma that
did not matter. For him it was like a dream come true.
“Washu-chan…” he whispered and enveloped the girl in a hug. ***
Nabiki
was ecstatic. One of the computer geeks had found information indicating
that Ranma’s little visit to the UN headquarters led to the start of a
new world spanning security agency. As she walked down the streets of
Nerima on the way back to the dojo, she reflected that this could be a
perfect moment to extort Ranma for some well needed money and maybe to get
some solid contacts for the future. Anyway, she now had an address and she
was sure that she now could find Ranma. She never noticed the people in
black suits following her… *** Ranma
stepped back and let Washu out of his embrace and genuinely smiled at her.
To him, the world had just become a much brighter place. However the look
on Washu’s face just wasn’t right. She looked thoroughly confused and
a bit flustered as well. “What’s
the matter? Don’t you recognize me?” Ranma asked in a worried tone. Washu
sighed and shook her head. “No, I do not. In fact I can positively say
that I have never ever met you in my life. What I want to know is why you
claim to know me.” She said with a scowl. Ranma
hesitated. Why didn’t she remember him? A cold thought struck him.
“Uhm, I don’t want to sound rude but how old are you?” “About
20000 years.” The redhead replied. “And I think I’ve aged with
dignity.” She added with a small smile. His
first suspicions proved wrong; He had not arrived too early in her life.
Well that should have been obvious; earth was barely beyond the Stone Age
in the dimension he originally met Washu… Wait that was it! “Just
great.” He growled. “When I finally meet someone I’ve met during my
travels, she proves to be this dimension’s counterpart. Just fucking
GREAT!” He almost screamed. His shoulders slumped and he continued in a
depressed tone. “Damn, I would just cry at the injustice of it all.” “Then
why don’t you do it?” The cyan-haired woman asked with a smirk. “Because
I can’t.” “Sure
you can. Or is it unmanly?” She said mockingly. “No,
because I am incapable of crying.” Ranma replied irritably. That
stopped the woman cold. The girl with ponytails continued. “What do you
mean incapable?” She asked in concern. “Exactly
what I said.” Ranma smiled sadly. “I cannot cry since my eyes are
bionic. Actually they came with the brain.” “Hold
on now a minute.” Washu interjected. She summoned her subspace computer.
“So you are from another dimension, and have met a counterpart of me as
well…” She pondered for a moment before her face lit up in a huge
smile. “That proves two theories of mine!” Two chibi-Washu dolls
popped up from nowhere in a big fanfare. “You
are the best Washu!” “Yes,
you are the greatest scientific genius in the universe.” “So
true!” Washu cackled maniacally. “Heh.
You may not be the Washu I met, but you sure are the same nonetheless.”
Ranma chuckled sadly. Washu
instantly turned serious. “Now back to you. Who exactly are you and why
are you here?” Ranma
glanced around and looked at the assembled group. “Well you know me by
my name, but I think we got off on the wrong foot. Why don’t we sit down
and I’ll explain…” *** Nabiki
struggled in futility against her captors. She was quickly gagged and
restrained, then thrown into a black Mercedes. Inside there were more
black suited men and their mere presence was enough to make Nabiki think
twice about escape. She idly wondered if she had pissed of any big crime
lords as the car drove away, tires screeching against the pavement. *** It
took almost an hour but introductions had been made and Ranma had told
them essentially the same story that he told the Sailor scouts. “Now
you know a little bit more about me. Now I want to know about you people.
Only one person in this house is human and he isn’t even in this
room.” The
assembled people looked somewhat surprised at that. “Uhm, how did you
know that?” The boy asked. “Simple.”
Ranma replied as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “Humans
normally doesn’t show up on my aura scanner, and if they do, they almost
always have a very distinct profile.” He pointed at the blonde woman.
“Also, with the exception of Mihoshi, everyone in this room has a quite
powerful aura. Of course, Washu’s aura is not really powerful in that
sense, her aura merely indicates an abnormally high intelligence.” He
concluded. “Please,
you just say that.” Washu replied, mock blushing at the praise. The
old man, Katsuhito, spoke up. “A very interesting story you have there,
but there are still two large questions unanswered. How did you meet the
other Washu and why are you here?” “Never
thought anyone would ask.” Ranma replied with a wide smile. “I met her
a couple of years after she had finished her academic studies. She never
really told me what her background was but it was clear that some event
had utterly devastated her and left her in a deep depression. I myself was
much in the same way at the time. I’ve had my fair share of depressions
myself and we somehow found each other moping around without a clear
purpose.” “You
mean you met in a bar, trying to drink yourselves to death.” Ryoko
replied with a smirk. Ranma
grinned. “Something like that.” He got a somewhat faraway look when he
continued. “Yes, our first meeting wasn’t exactly the stuff of
legends. In fact, I was determined to put the little brat in her place by
telling her that my life had been much worse than hers. Of course she
didn’t agree with me and a strange competition formed.” “Who
won?” Washu asked. “We
never finished it.” Ranma replied with a shrug. “From that point, we
managed to drag ourselves out of our respective depressions and Washu
found that science was her true purpose in life. I just followed along and
helped her out, since I’ve always had a passing interest in science.
After all, if I ever wanted to find a way to cross dimensions by my own
choosing, it would have to be by scientific means.” “It
sounds like you were pretty close.” The purple-haired woman named Ayeka
said. “You
could say that.” Ranma replied sadly. “I may have gotten a second
chance after I destroyed Slaanesh but in truth, it has been really hard on
me.” “What
do you mean?” Washu asked concerned. “Just
think about it. I have moved through lots of dimensions, consequently not
staying very long in most of them. You just don’t form permanent
attachments since it just becomes harder to break them when the inevitable
switch comes.” Ranma answered looking very depressed. “Memories and
friends are two of the greatest treasures available to me and to meet
someone I have met in another dimension, was like a dream come true to
me…” He said in a low tone. He
instantly changed his expression into a more cheerful one. “As for why
I’m here… Well, I’m working actually. I need information on of all
you, or I’ll have to ask you to leave Earth territory.” “Huh?”
Came the collective answer. “Yesterday,
I visited The United Nations headquarter…” “Yeah
I remember the news saying something about the UN-building.” Tenchi
spoke up. “They said some terrorists had attacked and took all the
UN-delegates hostage. The police somehow managed to convince the
terrorists to surrender though, so no one got hurt, but I guess that was
you, huh?” Tenchi asked. “Almost
true but not quite.” Ranma answered. “I arrived at the same time as
the attack so I took up the role as ‘negotiator’… The terrorists
didn’t exactly get away unhurt from that little session.” He finished,
looking very satisfied with himself. “Anyway, after that little nuisance
was taken care of, I spoke at length about the lack of a unified
government on Earth. If there is one thing I have learned during my
travels is that a planet can not truly hope to survive in the
intergalactic community if it is divided like Earth.” “Well
that is certainly correct.” Washu spoke up. “Earth is almost unique in
the galaxy, since it has such diversity in cultures and therefore an
almost ridiculous high number of nations. Also, I’ve always been
impressed by the sheer stupidity of most rulers here on earth. Though I
must admit that the Clinton – Lewinsky affair had a lot of comical
value.” Ranma
looked strangely at Washu for a second, silently trying to tell her
‘You’ve got to tell me about that some other time’, before
continuing. “Anyway, what I proposed was some type of organization that
would basically act like an embassy, representing Earth to any and all
non-earth beings, until Earth comes together under one flag. “And
they actually agreed?” “Well,
it took some convincing but when I referred to the infamous takeover
attempt in Tomobiki, the people opposing my suggestion were silenced.
After that it was just the small matter of actually setting up an organization.” “Now
that is something I would have paid to see.” Washu grinned. “Somehow
I do not doubt that for a second.” Ranma grinned back. “Incidentally,
the Japanese government was already in the process of setting up a secret
agency to monitor super-powered individuals, alien beings and supernatural
creatures in the Tokyo area, since they for some reason always seem to pop
up around there. Actually, this supposed secret agency was not much of a
secret at all, as it was built right on top of the old Godzilla monitoring
agency. For me it was just a matter of moving in, commandeering their
equipment and briefing them on the new assignment.” “That
still doesn’t truly explain why you seem hostile against us.” Ayeka
pointed out. “I
was getting to that. Now that the organisation has been started, I’ve
been assigned to find, identify and evaluate any non-humans on earth. This
is very much how a normal nation would act. I doubt that any of your
nations would let a criminal or something similar within their domains and
if they did, they would keep the person in question under heavy
surveillance.” “That
is most certainly true.” Ayeka answered. “If for instance a certain
space pirate would try to enter Jurai, she would most definitely be chased
out.” She finished with a smirk. “Well
I don’t exactly have to go Jurai, now do I? I mean I wouldn’t dream of
leaving Tenchi.” Ryoko answered phasing out and appearing beside Tenchi,
enveloping him in a hug. “Tenchi dear, why don’t we leave that old bag
and go to a nice vacation spot I know of?” She said seductively. Tenchi
was already making warding gestures but it proved to be a futile effort as
Ayeka predictably blew up. “Get your hands of Tenchi-sama!” “Oh
yeah?” Ryoko answered in a challenging tone. “And who’s gonna stop
me?” “CEASE
THIS INSTANT.” Ranma said in a commanding, yet disturbingly monotone
voice. Both Ayeka and Ryoko Eeped and sat down looking as if they had been
brought to the brink of death. “Damn,
I love that trick.” Ranma laughed. “If I ever meet Death again, I’ll
be sure to thank him.” He continued, ignoring the strange stares he got.
“Now let’s get some of that information archived shall we?” He said
taking out his trusty computer notepad. *** Nabiki
was miserable. After the horrifying experience of being violently captured
and abducted to god knows where, she was thoroughly questioned in a very
intimidating manner, just short of being tortured. The questions mainly
concerned her interest in Ranma but she didn’t say anything except that
she wanted a lawyer. Her silence was broken though as her captors used
some type of truth serum. The next thirty minutes passed in a blur for
Nabiki, and she had no recollection of what she did or said. After that
she was transferred to a prison cell and was told that she had to stay
until further notice. She was very nervous, despite maintaining a mask
devoid of emotions and expressions. Where the hell did the geek get the
information? *** An
hour later Ranma sat on a chair inside Washu’s lab looking at all her
gadgets. “Well
I shouldn’t really be surprised.” He said despite his wonder at some
of her inventions. “I met your counterpart when she was only 25 years
old. In 19875 years a lot can, will and has happened in the terms of
technological advances. One thing has not changed though. Both of you are
definitely the greatest scientific genius in the universe.” He smiled at
her. Washu
truly blushed this time. “Stop with the flattering already.” “Why
should I? I know how much you like to hear it.” “That’s
true.” She answered placing one finger on her chin as if thinking hard. “There’s
one thing that is bothering me though.” Ranma said, narrowing his eyes
at her. “Why are you in a child’s body?” Washu’s
cheerful front became visibly strained. “Now that is a secret.” Ranma
began to laugh. “Hey! What’s so funny?” She said looking offended. Ranma
laughed for another minute and dried his tears before answering. “I was
just reminded of a guy I met on my travels that always used exactly that
phrase… I think you would have liked him.” Ranma smiled at the memory.
“Anyway, your appearance might not be a result of what happened during
you’re academy time, would it?” Washu’s
expression darkened considerably. “Look, I don’t want to talk about
it.” “You
don’t have to.” Ranma said seriously. “I always respected my Washu,
and I will not break that habit now. However it would be nice to see you
as I remember you… uhm, her… whatever.” He sighed and shook his
head. “Damn, this is hard. We’ve barely met but to me it’s like I
never even left my Washu when you stand before me.” Washu
looked curiously at Ranma. “I sense that you were closer than you told
earlier.” Ranma
sighed again. “Yes, we were truly close. Of course, since I’ve never
been able to stay for very long in any one dimension, I never pursued a
romantic relationship with her, but it was hard sometimes to refrain from
that. It’s strange really; in my ‘occupation’ you cannot allow
yourself to become too attached to someone, yet there was something
special with her. I told her all my secrets, something that no one else
but her has had the privilege of hearing.” “I
guess there must be some emotional wars going on in your mind as we
speak.” “Heh,
you couldn’t have said it better. Here I am talking to a completely
different Washu, a stranger really, someone I haven’t decided if I can
trust yet, and despite that I’m almost pouring my heart out. Hell give
me an hour or two and you’ll get to hear all the nasty stuff of my
life.” He said with a wry smile. “That
might be arranged. Just would follow me.” She said with a discomforting
smile. She grabbed his hands and tried to pull him deeper into the lab.
Ranma however, did not move from his spot. “I
have to decline. I’ve got to go back to headquarters and file today’s
findings. Besides you just want to strap me to a table and perform a
multitude of experiments.” He said sarcastically. “Ah,
c’mon don’t be that way.” She said with a pout. “Can I help it
that you are the most promising guinea pig that has presented itself in
months? Besides how did you know I was going to that?” Ranma’s
smile turned into a grin. “Elementary my dear Washu. Your counterpart
was no different.” “Spoilsport.”
Washu said, crossing her arms. Ranma
couldn’t help laughing at that. “Don’t worry. I have a feeling that
you will see me a lot in the future.” He said with a genuine smile.
“Later.” He finished before activating a portal and disappearing from
Washu’s lab. *** - - - - *** |
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