YE STANDARD LEGAL DISCLAIMERS:

 

1. I do not own any of the characters of Ranma 1/2.  Ramiko Takahashi does.

 

2. I do not own any of the characters of Star Wars.  Lucasfilm LTD does.

 

3. I do not own any of the characters of Tenchi Muyo.  AIC and Pioneer does.

 

4. I do not own any of the other characters or products that I might have mentioned in this fanfic.

 

5. I do, however, own the name Shaitze and his personality, but not the name Ayanami.  Any attempt to replicate him will make me very unhappy.

 

6. All the characters listed in this fanfic are fictional.  Unfortunately.

 

7. I do have permission from DB Sommers to use certain ideas that he has come up with.

 

 

Ranma 1/2 Presents:

 

Shaitze 1/2

Chapter 3

“Over the Mallet and Through the Portal to Masaki’s House We Go!”

 

“This is Japanese”

“{These are people’s thoughts}”

~This is Panda sign language~

“<This is Chinese>”

“[This is English]”

*THESE ARE SOUND EFFECTS*

 

 

 

Author’s Note: The continuity of this story is going to follow the OAV’s of Tenchi Muyo, as well as Tenchi the Movie 2.  For the most part.  Just thought that I should warn you.  Also, this fanfic was started before AIC announced their third OAV series of Tenchi Muyo.

 

 

Ranma stared at the figure on the back fence with a feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach.  Kodachi’s laugh always had a tendency to make Ranma want to lose his lunch, as well as the majority of anyone that ever met the Black Rose.

 

“Could things get any worse today?” Ranma muttered.

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“I mean that she is the last thing anyone really needs to see even on a good day.”

 

“That bad, huh?”

 

“Yeah.  I just hope that she doesn’t try to give me anymore of her stupid black roses.”

 

Shaitze stared in shock at Ranma.  “Black roses?”

 

“Yup.  And they’re usually filled with some kind of knock out drug.”

 

Shaitze looked back at the figure on the back fence.  “So what you are trying to tell me is that this chick is a psychopathic bitch that is in love with you and has a flare for narcotics.  Am I wrong?”  Ranma thought about what Shaitze just said as Kodachi cackled once again on the back fence.  “You know, that laugh of hers really needs to go Ranma.”

 

Ranma finally spoke.  “That’s one way of putting it.”

 

“I see.  Is she paper-trained?”

 

Ranma smirked at Shaitze’s comment.  “Probably not.”

 

Kodachi then sprang from the back fence to the tree in front of Ranma’s room and spoke to Ranma’s window.  “Oh my beloved Ranma-Sama, to be near the hollowed place where thou dost reside brings only ecstasy to my young, pure heart.  But tis such sorrow that fills mine ever so true heart when I am forced to ponder that you are enslaved to the disreputable others that also occupy this sacred ground.  Oh Ranma-Sama, Ranma-Sama, where fore art thou, Ranma-Sama?”  With that, Kodachi covered her eyes with her hand.

 

Shaitze arched an eyebrow.  “Ranma, is it me, or was that whole speech off?”

 

Ranma had a glazed looked on his questioning face.  “How should I know?”

 

Shaitze placed his hand on his chin.  “I suppose I could go ask Connor MacLeod, since he was probably there when it was written.”

 

“Who?”

 

“Never mind.”  Shaitze tied his hair back into a pigtail.

 

“Ranma-Sama, why do you talk to your fair self?”  Kodachi finally interrupted.

 

Shaitze closed his eyes.  “Source of all power, crimson fire burning bright, into my hand, gathers your light.”  A ball of light grew in Shaitze’s hand and finally flew over everyone’s head and illuminated the entire area.  “Could the reason be that there are two of us?”

 

Kodachi stared in shock and lost her balance in the tree.  Ranma and Shaitze watched as Kodachi impacted with the ground posterior first.  They both ran down the stairs only to see that Akane and the two fathers had beaten them there.

 

“We heard a disturbance, isn’t that right Saotome?”

 

~Right you are Tendo.~

 

Ranma, Akane, and Shaitze grew sweat-drops.  “Those two could really use some new lines.” Ranma muttered.

 

Shaitze walked past everyone and went into the back yard to face Kodachi, and Akane followed a few steps behind him.  Both he and Akane spotted Kodachi at the same time.

 

“OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!  If it isn’t the infamous Akane Tendo as I die with despair.”

 

“More like I’m going to choke the life out of you, you...” Akane’s face began to twitch.

 

Shaitze turned to face Akane.  “You what?  Finish your statement.”

 

“Yes.  Let us see what comes out of the mouth of a barbarous wretch with cooking skills

that makes the Divine Comedy sound like a pleasurable experience.”

 

Everyone that was within hearing distance, except for Akane and Kodachi, had only one statement to utter.  “Ouch.”

 

Akane’s eyes narrowed.  “You, you..dike!”

 

Shaitze leaned toward Akane.  “Um, Akane?  You can’t say that word.”

 

Akane looked at Shaitze with a questioning look.  “Say what word?”

 

“Dike.  You can’t say ‘lesbian’ either.  You have to say ‘woman in comfortable shoes.”

 

“Oh, yeah?  Sez who?”

 

“The writer of this fanfic and the International Internet Censor Board.”

 

“Enough talk!”  Kodachi shouted.  “I found that statement false and insulting.  I shall not let it pass.  It is indeed true that the Black Rose does attend an all girl school and that certain unorthodox activities do transpire.  But I, Kodachi Kuno, Black Rose, do not participate in any such activities.”

 

“Dare I ask what activities you do participate in?”  Shaitze muttered.

 

“Why my darling Ranma-Sama!  Would you truly like to join me in my spiritual endeavors?”

 

“Enough you witch!”  Akane yelled.  “I thought you wanted to fight?”

 

Kodachi began to twirl her ribbon again.  “OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!  Do you truly believe that a harridan like yourself can battle and defeat a fair maiden like myself?”

 

Shaitze stepped in front of Akane and stood in a defensive stance.  “Okay chickie-poo.  Let’s kick it.”

 

Kodachi watched Shaitze’s movements, none of which were normal.  “You are not my beloved Ranma-Sama!  You are an impostor!  What manner of demon art thou?”

 

“Demon?  Me?”  The rest of the Tendo household was now in full view of what was now transpiring.

 

“Yes.  You dare to take the form of my beloved Ranma-Sama.  Such a thing is not of this world.  I suspect that you must be from the Pleasure Underworld.”

 

“Man, where’s ‘Tobin's Spirit Guide’ when you need it?”  Shaitze muttered to himself.

 

“Being such, I shall banish you back to your realm.”  Kodachi then pulled out a bouquet of black roses and flung them at Shaitze.  Shaitze and Akane both dodged the bouquet, but it landed in a grove of nearby rose bushes.  When the bouquet finally stopped, it unleashed a gas upon all the bushes and caused the bushes to dry up and fall dead instantly.

 

Shaitze surveyed Kodachi’s handiwork.  “Oh my god, she killed the roses!”

 

Everyone at the Tendo Dojo, except Kodachi shouted, “YOU BASTARD!”

 

“Ayanami, that enchantment really needs some help.”  Nabiki chimed in her usual cynic voice.

 

Kodachi’s eyes narrowed.  “I can see that your evil powers are strong, and that you have already enslaved everyone present, including my beloved Ranma-Sama.”

 

“The next thing she’ll accuse me of possessing the Necronomicon Ex Mortus.”  A ball of energy then started to glow in Shaitze’s hand.  Kodachi then jumped at Shaitze and lashed out with her ribbon.  “Damned Wind!”  The ball of energy turned into an enormous gust of wind that sent Kodachi flying to the back fence and effectively knocking her out.

 

Shaitze frowned.  “That was easy.”

 

Akane stood next to Shaitze.  “A little too easy.”  Shaitze and Akane then examined Kodachi.

 

“Yup, she’s out.  Ranma, go get me some rope.  Will ya?”

 

Ranma was confused.  “Okay.”  Ranma dashed into the house and came back less than thirty seconds later with a 15-foot rope and handed it to Shaitze.  “Hey, what’re you going to do with that anyway?”

 

Shaitze slung Kodachi over his shoulder.  “I’ll show you when we get there.”

 

“Just where is there?”

 

“The park.  I need you to show me where it is.  M’kay?”

 

“That would be near the Nekohanten.”

 

“Cool.  Let’s go.”  Shaitze sprang over the back fence, followed closely by Ranma and Akane.  Akane herself doesn’t quite know why she is going with Shaitze and Ranma, but she will probably think of a good reason later.  As the three of them leave, the light above the Tendo Dojo fades back into a clear night sky.  The rest of the Tendo Dojo residents adjourn to the dining room table to discuss their new student.

 

Soun started.  “So that’s what Master Yamagishi meant by ‘unique technique.’”

 

~Indeed Tendo.  I don’t think that I’ve ever seen true magic until now.~

 

“Why Mister Saotome, you’ve never seen that popular card game before?”  Sweat-drops the size of Donald Trump’s ego began to surround the table.  “It’s not that hard to play either.”

 

“Kasumi dear.”

 

“Yes Auntie Saotome?”

 

“My husband is referring to the ancient, sometimes forbidden arts of power.”

 

“Oh.  I’m sorry Auntie.”

 

“It’s quite all right Kasumi.”

 

“Be that as it may,” Soun finally said.  “Shaitze’s power is not something that we should take lightly.”

 

“Indeed you are correct.” A low, respirated voice said.  “Only the Dark Side of the Force has more power.”  Everyone at the table turned and looked at the dark figure standing in front of the pond.

 

Kasumi was the first to recognize the dark figure.  “Good evening Lord Vader.  Would you like some tea, or perhaps some sake?”  Everyone else that was sitting at the table gave Kasumi a What-in-the-hell-are-you-doing look, which Kasumi caught.  “I’m sorry, I was just being polite.”

 

“No, thank you.  I will wait here.”

 

“Well, you’re going to be there a while.” A rather peppy voice said that was off to Vader’s left.

 

“Who dares?” Vader’s respirated voice said as he turned his head toward the voice.  His glaze settled upon a short, red and spiked headed girl, that was wearing a dark blue shirt, a pair of beige shorts, a pair of yellow leggings, and an evil gleam in her green eyes.  “You!” Vader exclaimed as he pointed his right, index finger at the red head.

 

“My name is not you.”  The red head placed her hands on her hips.  “I AM WASHU!”  A spotlight turned on and shown directly on Washu.  “The greatest scientific genius of the universe!”  Two miniature puppets that look like Washu then appeared on her shoulders.  The only difference between the two is that the puppet on Washu’s right shoulder has the letter ‘A’ written on its chest and one on Washu’s left shoulder has the letter ‘B’ written on its chest.

 

Mini-Washu A started its proclamation.  “Washu, you’re the greatest!”

 

Mini-Washu B responded, “Washu, you’re a genius!”

 

Confetti began to fly around, as well as a few sweat-drops from the Tendo household, as the two puppets finished their proclamation.  “Washu, Washu, you’re the one!  Hooray for Washu!”  The puppets as well as the spotlight then disappeared.

 

“What do you want here you deranged, mad scientist?” Vader asked.

 

“Oh, I just want to do this.”  Washu simply walked up to Darth Vader and pushed him into the pond that he was standing in front of.  The result was an impromptu fireworks display that fried the fish in the pond.  Vader remained motionless as the fish floated to the surface of the pond.  “This will teach him for being Kagato’s teacher!”  Washu then summoned her ethereal computer.  After about ten seconds of typing, a giant slingshot appeared above the pond, with Darth Vader being used as the ammunition.  “Fire one!” Washu shouted as she pressed a button on her keyboard.  The slingshot then launched Vader high into the air and through a portal that opened seconds before Vader went through it.  The portal closed as Washu stood triumphant.

 

“Oh my.  That wasn’t a very nice thing to do Miss Washu.”

 

“I must agree with Kasumi, Miss Washu.” Nodoka added.

 

Washu simply smiled.  “I wasn’t going for nice.  And would you please call me ‘Little’ Washu?  I’d like that.”

 

“Sure.” Was everyone’s response from the table.

 

“Would you like some tea?”

 

“Affirmative.”  Washu sat down at the table while Kasumi headed for the kitchen.

 

“So, why have you come here, Miss Washu?”  Soun asked.

 

“I have come to speak with Lord Shaitze.  And please call me Little Washu.”

 

Soun felt awkward but conceited to Washu’s request.  “Very well, Little Washu.  But why must you speak with him?”

 

“I am sorry to tell you that it is a private matter that I must speak with him about.”

 

“Hmm, I see.”

 

Nodoka attempted to make idle conversation until Kasumi came back with the tea.  “For one so young and smart, you certainly are polite to your elders.”

 

Washu had to suppress the urge to laugh her head off.  To her, the Celestials were elders in comparison to this group of charming people.  “Why thank you very much, madam.  I must compliment you on how well you’ve raised your daughters.  So few are so richly blessed.”

 

Nodoka blushed.  “I am proud of them, but I’m sorry, they aren’t my daughters.”

 

“Oh I’m sorry.  But I assumed a bit prematurely that you were the woman of the house, madam.”

 

“No, that title belongs to Kasumi.  She is the one that went to make the tea.”

 

“The tea is ready!”  Kasumi happily said as she walked in with a tray with cups and a teapot.

 

“That was rather quick, sis.”  Nabiki said with a certain degree of surprise.

 

“Well, I always keep some hot water on the stove for all occasions.  And since Ranma doesn’t need it at the moment, I thought we could use it for tea.”  Kasumi began to distribute the tea as Genma-panda hit himself in the head.  “Why Mister Saotome, why did you just do that to yourself?”

 

~I just realized that I should have changed back into my human form before you made the tea.~

 

“Oh that’s quite all right Mister Saotome.  I put another kettle on the stove.”

 

Washu eyed Genma-panda as she sipped her tea.  “Delicious.  You and Sasami should trade notes.”

 

“Who is Sasami, Little Washu?”

 

“She’s one of the Jurian princesses that I live with.  And she’s a phenomenal cook.”

 

“We’re back!” Akane shouted from the front door.  Shaitze and Ranma followed her to the dining room where the others were waiting.  “Look who I found outside the gate!”  Akane thrust forward a small, black piglet that was wearing a yellow, with black spots bandanna.  “He was shivering in a mud puddle.  Weren’t you, my widdle P-Chan?”  Akane then hugged P-Chan tight to her chest.

 

Shaitze noticed Washu sitting at the table.  “{Little Washu?  I was going to come to Okayama in a few months, but I’m guessing that this is important.}”

 

Washu stood up and stood in front of Shaitze.  “{Yes it is, Lord Shaitze.  Jusenkyo effects even Sasami.}”

 

Shaitze grimaced.  “{Cursed Spring of Drowned, Delusional, Magical, Sayruun Princess wasn’t it?}”

 

“{I myself almost fell into the Cursed Spring of Drowned, Overzealous, and Magical Bimbo.  Not to mention Cursed Spring of Drowned, Magical, Blue Chimera.}”

 

Soun interrupted.  “Aren’t you going to say anything to her Shaitze?”

 

Shaitze and Washu looked at Soun and smirked.  They both looked back at each other.  “{If only he knew.}”  “Little Washu it’s so good to see you again.”

 

“It’s nice to see you again as well.  I have news for you.”

 

Shaitze’s eyes grew wide.  “What sort of news do you have?  It isn’t bad is it?  I’ve had a good day, and I don’t want to hear any bad news.  Now, what kind of news do you have?”

 

“Well, to be perfectly frank, it’s bad.”

 

“I knew it!  I knew it was bad news!  Wait a minute, maybe if you tell me the bad news in a good way, it won’t sound so bad.”

 

“{Aren’t you over doing it a little?}”  Washu’s smirk turned into a smile.  “I’ll have to show you at my laboratory.”

 

Shaitze’s expression lightened as he stroke his chin with his thumb and index fingers.  “{Yeah, I’m overdoing it, but this fanfic does need its dramatic moments.}  Hmm, that can only mean one thing you know.”

 

Washu closed her eyes and made a cute expression on her face.  “I sure do.  Road trip!”

 

Shaitze turned to face Ranma.  “Hey Ranma, are you in the mood for a training trip?”

 

Ranma brightened up.  “You betcha!  When do we leave?”

 

~Are you going to take Akane with you Boy?~

 

“Yes, that’s a great idea!  Take your fiancé with you so she can spar with you!” Soun interjected which had the effect of extinguishing Ranma’s enthusiasm.

 

Akane was uncertain.  “Um, okay.”  She then looked down at P-Chan.  “Would P-Can like to go on a Widdle twip?”

 

Shaitze rubbed the temples of his head.  “{Is there any way that you could make her stop that Washu?  It’s making me nauseous.}”

 

“Bwee!  Bwee!”

 

Akane smiled.  “That settles it, we’re going!”

 

Ranma felt like his life was about to end.  “{Oh no.  If she goes, then I’ll have to eat her cooking!  I’m doomed!}”

 

Shaitze saw Ranma’s expression of doom.  Shaitze then looked back at Washu.  “{Hey, what’s with him Washu?}”

 

Washu arched her eyebrow.  “{I take it that you have not grown much.  If that’s the case, then you really do need a few more lessons from me.}”

 

This puzzled Shaitze.  “{What does that have to do with it?}”

 

“{Simply put, if you had grown to where you need to be, you would have no trouble ascertaining Ranma’s problem.  But don’t worry.  I’ll go easy on you.}”

 

“{Thanks.}  Well, I guess that we need to go pack a few things for a few days, don’t we?”

 

“It might help.  I’ll wait for you here.”  Washu said as she sat down at the table and began to sip more tea.

 

The trio ran upstairs rather quickly.  It was at the top of the stairs that Akane stopped to ask Shaitze a question as Ranma went to pack his backpack.  “Shaitze, where is her laboratory anyway?”

 

“In Okayama.  It’s attached to Tenchi’s house through sub-space portals.”

 

“Oh, I see.  I was just wondering.”

 

“Don’t worry about it.”  Shaitze then turned his attention to P-Chan.  “{Where have I seen that bandana before?}  And as for you Bub,” Shaitze grew a frown and pointed his index finger at P-Chan’s nose.  “You had better be potty-trained.  Washu hates messes in her lab!  If you have to go, go to the bathroom!  Even Ryo-Ohki knows how to use the toilet!”  Shaitze’s voice became lower and more venomous which had the effect of making P-Chan start to shiver in Akane‘s grasp.  “Do you think that you’ve got that, you nauseating animal that only has a future as a pork chop or as a football?”  P-Chan tried to run away, but Akane’s hold was too great.  Shaitze’s demeanor rapidly became more pleasant towards Akane.  “Don’t forget his leash.”  With that, Shaitze went to the room that he was sharing with Ranma.

 

Akane’s eye’s crossed.  “Why is my blouse wet?”  Akane looked down and found that the wet area was yellow and warm.  She also noticed that P-Chan had also stopped shivering as realization finally set in.  “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” 

 

*****

 

Ranma and Shaitze were starting to pack for their trip when they heard Akane yell.  Both looked up and wondered if they should go check on her.  Both quickly dismissed the idea and resumed packing.  Ranma was, as usual packing everything he owned into his mammoth-sized backpack.  Shaitze, however, was packing his things into a black Medium-sized Jan Sport backpack.  Ranma noticed this.  “Is that all you’re taking?”

 

“No.” Shaitze replied as he picked up one of the two, black cases he had brought along with him.  The leather case was four feet long and had to weigh at least two hundred pounds according to Ranma’s estimation.  Shaitze picked the case up without a second thought and started heading for the door with his backpack on his shoulder.  Shaitze turned to his cousin.  “You ready to go yet, Ranma?”

 

“Yup.”  Ranma stood up, threw his backpack on his shoulders and followed Shaitze downstairs.

 

As Shaitze and Ranma descended the staircase, Shaitze asked Ranma a question.  “Hey Ranma, is it me or is there something familiar about Akane’s pig?”

 

Ranma almost totally stopped dead in his tracks, but somehow managed to walk forward.  “Um, what do you mean?”

 

“That bandana he has around his neck, I’ve seen it somewhere before.  I think I’ve also seen his beady little eyes before, too.  I just can’t seem to place it.”

 

Ranma put his hand behind his head and nervously chuckled.  “Well, I wouldn’t worry about it.  Say, wacha got in the case?”

 

Shaitze could tell that Ranma was hiding something, just by the amount of nervousness in Ranma‘s voice.  Shaitze, however, decided that now was not the time or place to inquire further into that subject, and decided to answer Ranma‘s question.  “I cannot show you now, it shall be revealed at the proper time.”

 

“Oh, I see.” Ranma said as both he and Shaitze entered the dining room area and set their things down to wait for Akane.   “Hey Shaitze, do you think Kodachi will get out of the ropes we tied her up with?”

 

“Eventually, yes.  But she has to wake up first Ranma.  Or some poor schmuck can do it for her.”

 

*****

 

Kodachi Kuno opened her eyes only to see a dimly lit landscape that only had an occasional tree.  “It needs some other plant life.  Something a tad more lively.  Perhaps some Venus Fly Traps.”  Kodachi tried to move forward, only to discover that she couldn’t move anything other than her head.  She looked at all of her limbs only to find they, as well her torso, were all tied in triple loop knots to the tree.  What compounded Kodachi’s frustration was that none of her limbs were tied to the same branch or root.  “The demon that takes my beloved Ranma-Sama’s form is indeed a smart devil.  He shall pay as soon as I break my bonds of imprisonment.”  Kodachi struggled against the ropes only to cause them to tighten further.  Kodachi stopped struggling after a while and prepared to employ the only other action for escape.  “HELP ME!”

 

*****

 

Shaitze sipped some tea.  “Anyway, there’s nothing to worry about.”

 

Ranma wasn’t so optimistic.  “I hope so.”  Ranma then looked at a clock on the wall.  “Geez, what the heck is taking her so long?”

 

“Don’t worry, she’s probably packing her makeup kit or something.”

 

“Makeup?  That tomboy don’t ever put on makeup, that’s one of the reasons she is so uncute.”

 

“Ranma.”  Nodoka spoke in a very warning tone.

 

“Um, sorry mom.”

 

“Ranma, you have no right to insult Akane at the moment.”  Shaitze added firmly.

 

This puzzled Washu.  “Why’s that?”

 

“Because she’s not here to pound his head in.” Shaitze sipped some more of his tea.  “Delicious, Kasumi.”

 

Kasumi blushed.  “Why thank You, Shaitze.”

 

Ranma became irritated.  “Just whose side are ya on here?  Yer my cousin, not hers!”

 

Shaitze kept a neutral face.  “Neither.  But it isn’t fair to talk about a person when that person isn’t present to justify his or her side of an argument.  It’s like trying to do the Time Warp without a jump to the left.  It just isn’t kosher.”

 

Ranma wasn’t quite sure what kind of metaphor Shaitze had just used, but he settled down anyway.

 

Kasumi stared thoughtfully at Shaitze.  “Oh My.  Isn’t the next move a step to the right?”

 

Shaitze arched his eyebrow.  “Then put you hands on your hips.”

 

Kasumi continued.  “And bend your knees in tight.”

 

Washu spoke up.  “But it’s the Pelvic Thrusts that really drive you insane.”

 

“What are you people doing?” Akane yelled as she entered the room with her large backpack on her shoulders and P-Chan in her arms.

 

“Nothing.” Was uttered by everyone at the table.

 

“Well then, we’d best be off.”  Washu said as everyone at the table rose to their feet.  Ranma and Shaitze gathered the possessions they were taking on the trip and walked with Akane and Washu to the grassy area off to the side of the pond.

 

“Be sure to be on your best behavior Ranma.”

 

“Aw, Mom.”

 

“You can still have fun, just be good.”

 

“Okay.” Ranma relented.  “Hey Shaitze, how are we going to get to this lab in Okayama?”

 

“Watch and be amazed mere mortals!” Washu shouted and then summoned her ethereal keyboard.  After a few clicks, a door appeared.  The door was a typical sliding door.  The only thing that was unusual about the door was that it was standing with nothing to support it.  Washu walked over to the door and opened it.  She ushered the other three travelers through the door and closed the door behind them.  Behind the door, the travelers found themselves in a short corridor that had another door at the other end of the corridor.  Washu slid open the door only to reveal a smaller door.  Washu slid that door open only to reveal a door that was half as tall as the previous door.  “That’s strange.  I thought I disabled that program before I left.  And I’m 20,000 years old, so I can’t be going senile.”

 

Ranma and Akane were shocked at Washu’s revelation.  “20,000 years old?”

 

“Yeah, so what’s the problem?”

 

“Why ain’t ya only two feet high?” Ranma asked through his shock.  Cologne could definitely use some pointers from this chick.

 

Washu chuckled at Ranma as she again summoned her ethereal keyboard.  After another series of quick clicks, both of the extra doors disappeared and revealed Washu’s laboratory.  As the travelers finally beheld the Great Washu’s Laboratory, they reacted with awe.  “AWW.”  No, I said awe: A-W-E.  “OHH.”  That’s better. 

 

Electricity crackled.  Lights flashed in odd patterns.  Chemicals boiled in their beakers.  Animals raced in their cages.  Coffee brewed in its industrial strength espresso machine.  All was for the pursuit of scientific discovery.  Washu would learn the secrets of anything in the universe that she didn’t already know.  “So, wacha think of my lab?”

 

Ranma and Akane could only stare in wonder at the marvels that they beheld.  Shaitze, on the other hand, asked a question.  “May I please have a mocha latte with extra cinnamon sprinkles?”  Ranma and Akane face-faulted.

 

Akane recovered first and yelled in Shaitze’s face.  “How can you possibly think of food right now?  You just ate!”

 

“Well, it’s not food.  Secondly, Washu makes them good.  Finally, I didn’t get any after dinner coffee.”

 

Ranma finally recovered.  “Kasumi don’t ever serve coffee.  It just ain’t her way.  She only serves green tea and stuff.”

 

Shaitze’s eyes widened.  “Mien Gott!”

 

“Do you want any nutmeg sprinkles?” Washu asked from the espresso machine.

 

“No thank you.”

 

The trio from the Tendo Dojo set their bags down and Washu handed Shaitze a cup of coffee as she made her way over to a machine panel that was attached to a large screen.  Washu pressed a button and the screen began showing DNA and advanced chemical patterns.  Shaitze, Ranma and Akane gathered behind Washu.  She immediately began her lecture for the trio.  “From what I’ve been able to tell,” Washu pointed at a particular DNA strand, “Jusenkyo Curses act as a form of virus.  But what makes them so odd is that they act on the subatomic level.  The curses immediately bind themselves to a victim’s DNA causing the obvious physical changes.  But over time, the victim’s DNA will start to be almost completely re-written thus causing the victim to partially act in a manner that is associated with one’s cursed counterpart.  The curse’s DNA code also activates certain genetic codes that enable the victim to have a sort of magnetic attraction for di-hydrogen oxide.  The curses also act on an astral level.  So whatever appearance you acquire from the curse, is like an astral projection of yourself as that creature or person.  It is entirely possible that if untreated, the effects could be irreversible.”

 

While Ranma, Akane, and P-Chan stared blankly at the screen, Shaitze spoke up.  “That explains why Ranma and I look alike in our cursed forms.  How much time does that leave us to obtain a cure?”

 

Washu looked down and lowered her voice.  “I’m not quite sure.  Sasami might be able to be cured for an indefinite amount of time.  You, Shaitze, are another subject.”

 

Shaitze frowned.  “What do you mean Little Washu?”

 

Washu looked Shaitze in the eyes.  “I don’t know if you can be cured.  Your DNA seems to have been re-written faster than Sasami’s was.  Not only that, but there could be dangerous repercussions to you if you can be cured.”

 

Ranma interrupted.  “Hey what about me?”

 

Washu looked at Ranma.  “I can’t say just yet.  I need a sample of your DNA to determine that.”

 

“What kind of repercussions would I face, Little Washu?”

 

Sadness grew in Washu’s eyes.  “I won’t lie to you Shaitze.  There’s a strong possibility that you could lose your power.  It may even kill you.”  Shaitze’s eyes grew wide.  “I’m sorry, but it is a distinct possibility.”  Washu pointed at the DNA strands again.  “The curse is filling in certain codes that are attached to your astral and life patterns.  If you were to cure yourself, it will rip your soul apart.  I’m terribly sorry.”

 

“That would really suck little Washu.  What about Ranma?  Can he be cured?”

 

Washu materialized a syringe and faced Ranma.  “I won’t know until I test his DNA.”  Washu pointed over Ranma’s shoulder.  “Isn’t that Halley’s Comet?”  Ranma, Akane and P-Chan turned to where Washu was pointing.  Washu sunk the syringe into Ranma’s arm, hitting a vein.

 

Ranma and Akane turned back around a second later.  “Hey!  That hurt!”  Washu simply smiled and withdrew Ranma’s blood.

 

Shaitze smirked.  “Sucker.”  Akane giggled.

 

“Oh sure!  Kick me while I’m down!”  Ranma yelled as Washu pulled the syringe out of his arm and put a band-aide over the spot where the needle was.

 

“There.  That wasn’t so bad.  Was it?”

 

“Yes!”

 

“It could have been worse Ranma.  She could have strapped you to a table and then given you bionic body part replacements.”

 

Ranma frowned at his cousin.  “Is that bad?”  Akane face-faulted, as Washu and Shaitze grew sweatdrops.  P-Chan was unfortunately under Akane when she facefaulted.

 

“It really depends on your point of view, Ranma.  It may add to one’s strength, but it will slow a person down.”  Shaitze answered.

 

“Then forget it then.”  Ranma closed his eyes and crossed his arms in defiance.

 

“Miss Washu?” Rang a voice from the lab.

 

Washu recognized it immediately.  “I’m by the Espresso Machine Kiyone!”

 

Shaitze arched an eyebrow at Washu.  “Another girlfriend of Tenchi’s?”

 

“Not exactly.  She’s Mihoshi’s partner.”

 

Sadness and depression crept onto Shaitze’s face.  “I feel so sorry for her, and I don’t even know her.”

 

“Shouldn’t everybody?”

 

At that point an attractive girl with dark green hair and a red headband across her forehead came into view.  She appeared to be about twenty Earth years old, wearing a white sweater and skirt set, navy blue leggings, and bore an irritated look on her face.  She walked over to the group and appeared to get angrier with each step.  “Miss Washu, have you seen Mihoshi anywhere?”

 

“No.  I just got back from Nerima Kiyone.”

 

“Well if you do, please detain her for me.  She fled in here to avoid my righteous wrath once again.”  Kiyone hit the palm of her hand with her clenched fist.  “She will die for destroying my Frank Sinatra CD.”

 

Shaitze was surprised.  “You listen to Frank Sinatra?”

 

Kiyone almost started to cry.  “Yes.  And she destroyed the CD that had my favorite song on it too.”

 

“And that is?”

 

Kiyone held her face in her hands and started to cry.  “Fly me to the Moon.”

 

Shaitze did what came naturally to him: he hugged Kiyone and patted her back.  “I know how you feel; she vaporized my favorite Jeff Foxworthy CD the last time I was here.  Then she starched my boxer shorts.”  Shaitze shuttered at that horrid memory.  Ranma and P-Chan winced in sympathy.

 

Kiyone stopped crying and stepped out of Shaitze’s embrace.  “Thank you.  I needed that.”

 

“I know you did.”  Kiyone smiled sheepishly.  “It’s amazing that you aren’t a chain smoker.”

 

“Isn’t it though?”  Kiyone suddenly frowned.  “How did you know that?  I’ve never met you before.”

 

“Smoke clings to clothes and one’s hair until you wash it out, and non-smokers can smell it very easily.  All I could smell was strawberries in your hair.”  Kiyone blushed and looked down.  “And don’t worry about the CD.  If I see Mihoshi, I’ll make sure to leave a slug in her keester.”  Kiyone seemed to brighten at that suggestion.

 

Ranma was a bit confused.  “Ain’t ya supposed to pour salt on those things?”

 

Akane blinked.  “I think so.”

 

Shaitze and Kiyone shook their heads as they both pondered the extent of the duo’s vocabulary.  Washu spoke for the two.  “He didn’t refer to that form of slug.”

 

“Miss Washu?  Where are you?”

 

Kiyone froze, then grew a wild-eyed expression as she pulled out her blaster from the holster behind her right hip.  “Mihoshi, PREPARE TO DIE!”  Kiyone raced off in the direction that she heard Mihoshi’s voice come from.

 

“Oh Kiyone!  I was just on my way to find you, because I don’t know how your favorite CD wound up in the microwave, and I know it was...Kiyone?  Why are you trembling like that?  Why are you glowing?”  Mihoshi’s usual cheery voice now held fear.  “Could you please put your gun away?  You’re scaring me Kiyone.”

 

*BANG*

 

“You have the right to die slowly Mihoshi.  Anything you say will not save your sorry keester from my divine retribution.  You have the right to scream in agony as I torture you and make you confess to every crime that you have ever committed against me.  You have the right...” Mihoshi decided to flee as Kiyone followed her in fresh pursuit.

 

Shaitze twirled a pair of handcuffs on his index finger.  “Those two are certainly entertaining.  I wonder what would happen if Kiyone actually did kill Mihoshi?”

 

Akane frowned.  “Wouldn’t that make her a wanted felon?”

 

Washu answered.  “I’m not sure.  It’s kinda like asking what would happen if the coyote actually got the roadrunner.  Kiyone’s superiors would praise her, but Mihoshi’s grandfather is the Grand Marshal of the Galaxy Police.  So she might make the most wanted list.”

 

Shaitze smirked.  “Yet another damned if ya do, damned if ya don’t situations.”

 

“Exactly Shaitze.  Say, where did you get those cuffs from?”

 

“I just happen to have acquired them when I hugged Kiyone.  I’m surprised that she hasn’t noticed that they’re missing.”

 

“She probably has Shaitze, and is probably blaming Mihoshi for it.”

 

“Does Kiyone use heavy artillery?”

 

“Not really.  The most I’ve ever seen her use on Mihoshi is the Stark Enterprise Proton Canon.”

 

Akane had actually seen a Stark Enterprise Proton Canon when an impromptu fight erupted near her favorite mall between a green haired succubus and a shinny gray robot.  “Did she actually hurt Mihoshi?”

 

“No, but she did clear a great deal of forestry that Lord Katsuhito was going to clear for a pool and hot tub.”

 

Shaitze arched his eyebrow.  “What in the universe for?  You guys already have the Onsen.”

 

“You got me.  Maybe he’s just playing with our minds.”

 

“Little Washu?”

 

Washu visibly brightened as she heard the voice of her favorite guinea pig.  “I’m by the espresso machine Tenchi!”

 

“Oh there you, Little Washu.  I thought something was wrong when your door was locked all day, but I see there’s nothing to worry about.”

 

“Tenchi” Shaitze and Tenchi shook each other’s hand.

 

“Shaitze, how are you doing?  Find a cure yet?”

 

“Nope.  No cure yet.  But the curse does have its advantages.”

 

Ranma was now curious.  “Oh yeah, like what?”

 

“Blowing guys minds when they see you do something only they’re supposed to do.  No cover charge when you go to a bar.  Although I still hate Titanic.  This curse will never, ever change that.”  Shaitze momentarily paused.  “Oh, before I forget, this is my cousin Ranma Saotome and one of his fiancés, Akane Tendo.  Ranma, Akane this is Tenchi Masaki.”  All three shook hands.

 

“So, have you been reading the books Grandpa gave you?”

 

“Indeed I have.  What puzzles me is why he sends me a new book every 2 weeks.  I’ve sent everyone that I’ve read back, but why did he send me books about Jurai?”

 

Tenchi scratched his head in confusion.  “I don’t know.  I’ve had to read those books myself lately.  Maybe it’s his idea of training.”

 

Ranma was confused.  “How does reading about some religion help train a person?”

 

Akane frowned.  “I’ve never heard of Jurai.  Is it a branch of some other religion?”

 

“{Should we tell them Washu?}”

 

“{Only if you think it will help.}”

 

Shaitze and Tenchi gave a quick prayer before Shaitze began to explain the Masaki way of life.  “Okay, first off, everyone here is either an alien or is part alien.”  Akane and Ranma were unaffected.  “Tenchi is actually the crown prince of the planet Jurai.”  Akane’s eyes narrowed when she heard the word ‘prince.’  “And Tenchi has a few women living under his roof that are all trying to become his wife.”  Akane was suppressing the urge to pull out her trusty dimensional mallet and punish ‘Prince Casanova.’ 

 

Ranma winced.  “I know how ya feel.”

 

Akane turned her dark expression toward Ranma.  “And just what’s that supposed to mean?”

 

“{Danger Will Robinson! Danger!}”

 

Washu smirked as she changed the subject.  “Why don’t I show you all to your separate room?”

 

“Okay.  Hey, what time do you get up Shaitze?”

 

“I don’t know.  Why?”

 

“Sparring.  I usually get up at 6:00.”

 

“0600?  Do you know what the ‘O’ is for?”  Ranma shook his head.  “Oh my god, that’s early!  But, I’ll get up anyway.  It should give us enough time catch some fish for breakfast.  In the meantime, let’s get some sleep.  Miss Washu, if you would please show us the way.”  Washu nodded as Ranma, Shaitze, and Akane picked up their equipment.  “See ya in the morning Tenchi.”

 

“Have a pleasant night’s sleep.”  Tenchi disappeared through a door that vanished after he went through it.

 

“This way people.”  Washu led them to another part of her lab, and instantly materialized three doors.  “Here we are.  Three five-star suites.  Complete with wet bars and refrigerators.  All rooms are soundproof and indestructible according to Universal Standards.  The televisions are equipped with all 97,343,782,013 Universal Cable channels, including Mojovision.  Or if you prefer Earth television-”

 

“I don’t think we’ll need to worry about the television settings Washu.”

 

“Okay.  If you say so.  If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to scream.  I mean, ask the computer.  Good night.”  Washu then walked over to another door and went in.

 

“Well, good night y’all.” Ranma said as went into his room, and closed the door.

 

“Hey, I wasn’t through with him yet!”  Akane tried to open the door to Ranma’s suite but the door would not move.

 

“What do you mean?”  Shaitze asked in a cool tone of voice.

 

“I was gonna chew him out for sympathizing with that ‘Prince!’”

 

“Let me ask you something.  How would you feel if you were thrust into royal ranking and pursued by a great deal of odd guys that start fights with one other to prove to you who is the best and most worthy to become your spouse.  And the whole time, all you want to do is finish school and date a guy that’s down to Earth.”

 

Akane felt a little guilty and absent-mindedly dropped P-Chan.  “My life is kinda like that actually.  I’m always being fought over, and every time Ranma never fails to win me back.  Princes have been at the top of my hit list ever since Prince Kirin of the Seven Lucky Gods Martial Artists kidnapped me.  But what really gets me mad is all the girls that Ranma is engaged to.  He almost looks like he’s enjoying the attention he constantly gets from them!  I mean, he won’t break off any of them.”

 

“It could be that he’s afraid he might hurt their feelings.  Ranma may be fought over, but like a true martial artist, will not intentionally let a person come to harm.  The truth is a very sharp weapon, Akane.  When you get right down to the basic human soul, we all have fragile emotions that govern our very being.  I see both your side and Ranma’s side to this predicament.  Ranma is not a player, Akane.  Initiative does go a long way, but Ranma obviously hasn’t used his.  He could have if he wanted, but he won’t.  He’s just cursed to have too much attention.  Tenchi has the same affliction.  Tenchi I know finds the constant fighting annoying and counter-productive.  Are you sure that’s not how Ranma feels?  For that matter, how do you truly feel?  And does Ranma know?  You said that Ranma ‘almost’ looks like he’s enjoying all the attention he gets.  What makes you doubt that Ranma is in Paradise when he is surrounded by those that seek to make themselves and Ranma happy?  Is it mutual empathy from the unwanted attention of others?  Or do you see something or someone else?  I’m not going to pretend to know all the answers as to why Ranma does what he does, but I will admit that not everything is what it appears to be to mankind’s limited field of vision.  I suggest you talk to him while we’re here, while there is no outside interference.  Since you have the initiative, use it.”

 

Akane was furiously blushing by this point, but still managed to create a smile.  “Um, thank you Shaitze.  I’ll think about what you said.”

 

Shaitze smiled.  “You’re welcome.  Just remember that nobody’s perfect, except Spiritual Deities and no mortal needs that much grief.”

 

Akane giggled.  “I guess not.  Good night.”

 

“Good night Akane.”

 

Akane went through the door to her suite and closed the door.  She had a lot to think about for a while.

 

Shaitze went into his suite and set his backpack and large black case on the bed.  Shaitze opened the 4’ case to reveal a brightly polished Yangasawa B-990 Baritone Saxophone.  He quickly assembled the sax and began to play the Blues.  He didn’t play any tune in particular, just he what felt was right.  Helping other people with problems usually put him in the right frame of mind to play the Blues.  It was always depressing work, but at least Shaitze had a creative way to express his thoughts on the matters at hand.

 

*****

 

Back in Nerima...

 

“How dare that foul demon restrain me as though he was a member of the Spanish Inquisition!  He is as lowly as the harridans that surround my beloved Ranma-Sama! I demand divine retribution from that demon!  None shall take my beloved Ranma-Sama’s form and-”

 

“Will you please calm down?” Said an annoyed voice that came from Kodachi’s left.

 

Kodachi turned her head and recognized the figure that spoke.  It was a boy with long black hair that was wearing white Chinese robes and a pair of thick glasses.  “I know you.  You’re the one that acts as a shadow for that foul temptress Shampoo.  Mousse, are you not?”

 

Mousse drew a knife from inside his robe and proceeded to cut Kodachi loose from her confining ropes.  “That is correct.  Be thankful that I am the one that is releasing you.  Shampoo was considering coming to eliminate the source of her present ‘sleeping disorder.’”

 

Kodachi fell limply into Mousse’s arms.  She then attempted to move her arms but failed miserably.  “My arms won’t move.”

 

Mousse picked Kodachi up and cradled her in his arms.  He then started walking towards the Kuno Mansion.  “Probably a side effect of being tied up.  After your blood starts circulating properly, your limbs will go back to normal.”  Kodachi closed her eyes and laid her head on Mousse’s chest.  She wished that it were Ranma carrying her into a honeymoon suite where she and he would continue the Kuno legacy.

 

Mousse wished that he were carrying Shampoo into a honeymoon suite.  One where he and she could... Mousse’s thoughts stopped there.  Mousse truly had no idea what happened in a honeymoon suite.  In the Amazon village, only women are allowed to have an education that went beyond simple language skills, mathematics, and extra languages for occasional trade and commerce.  Local history and martial arts are taught, but subjects like Biology, Chemistry, and physical sciences are only taught to the women of the village.  Men are taught household management and remain ignorant.  Mousse was no exception to that rule.  In the fact, the only “kiss” he had ever seen or heard of was the Kiss of Death.

 

Mousse finally stopped in front of the Kuno Mansion and set Kodachi on her feet.  Kodachi stared at Mousse for what seemed like an hour, attempting to grasp the correct words to recite to him.  “I would like to thank you for assisting me in my time of turmoil.  What would you like as a reward for your act of heroism?”

 

Mousse wanted only one thing in the entire world: Shampoo.  Something that he knew the Kuno Estate could never acquire.  “Nothing. Thank you.”  He then turned to leave.

 

Mousse had only taken two steps when Kodachi spoke.  “Please wait.”  Mousse turned around.  “My honor demands that I at the very least reward you in some fashion.  Would you care to dine with me this coming Sunday in my beloved mansion?  Our chef can prepare any dish to your heart’s content.”  Kodachi then gave Mousse a bashful look.

 

Mousse thought for a moment.  Would he work overtime for a bowl of noodles or would he enjoy a four-course dinner?  Would he listen to the ‘dried up mackerel jerky’ state over and over that he was not worthy to lick Shampoo’s boots or would he listen to the polite and possibly intelligent musings of Kodachi Kuno, the Black Rose?  “Yes, I believe I shall join you for lunch Sunday.”

 

Kodachi smiled.  “Very well, be here at the front gate at 12:00.”  Kodachi then opened the gate and closed it as she went through it.  Mousse turned and walked back to the Nekohanten.  “{Yes, he will make an excellent pawn indeed.}”

 

*****

 

Back in Okayama...

 

Shaitze stopped playing his Sax and walked over to the wet bar and made himself a simple drink.  Crown Royal and Pepsi.  The best part was that he didn’t have to fight with anyone over who would be getting the purple bag.  After one long sip, Shaitze set the glass down and resumed playing his Sax.  For twenty minutes, he played focusing on nothing but his own feelings and the need to express them.  When he finally stopped, Shaitze was rewarded by the applause of a single person.  Shaitze immediately recognized the green-haired girl as Kiyone.

 

“I’m sorry if I’m disturbing you, but I was looking for Mihoshi, and the door was unlocked.”