Thy Outward Part

Again, not mine.
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sterman@sprynet.com (Richard Lawson)


This is a sequel to my fanfic, \"Thy Outward Part\", which can be found in
the (now it can be told) Ranma directory in the raac archive. You can
also find it on my web page (URL below). It is essential to read that
story first before reading this one; otherwise, a lot of it won\'t make
sense.

\"The Nature of Love\", when posted on the Fanfic Mailing List, generated
a lot of controversy. A *lot* of controversy. People either loved it
or hated it - there seemed to be no middle ground. If you have any
thoughts, I\'d love to hear them.

I was sort of reluctant to post this, since in a sense it spoils the
ending to \"Thy Outward Part\". But I wanted to explore further the
issues raised in \"Thy Outward Part\". I think I\'ve gone into uncharted
territories with this story (which, when it comes to Ranma 1/2 fanfics,
is saying something).

I\'d be very interested to know what you think about this.

-Richard
sterman@sprynet.com

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Machikado ga utsushi-dasu The street displays
Samishige-na SHIRUETTO watashi yo A lonely silhouette: that\'s me.
Sayonara no SERIFU ima A good-bye speech, now;
Shinjirarezu ni kiita I listened incredulously.

KURAKUSHON sae DORAMU no you ni My heart beats like a drum,
Kono mune tataki Even a klaxon.
Namida wo sasoi hajimeru Starting to invite tears,
no RARABAI A lullaby.

Genki wo dashite mou nakanaide Cheer up, don\'t cry any more.
Ashita ni nareba When tomorrow comes
Subete kawaru wa Everything will change.
Genki wo dashite mou nakanaide Cheer up, don\'t cry any more.
Atarashi kaze mukatte Face the new wind and
Smile again! Smile again!

The Nature of Love

by Richard Lawson

Comments and Criticism Welcome!
sterman@sprynet.com


Kentaro stood, relaxed and poised. Although he was breathing heavily and
sweating profusely, he didn\'t feel tired. He could do this for more hours,
if he needed to. Three years ago, he\'d be in the hospital by now.

Most of the other people in the room were in similar condition. They were
all in top shape, the result of a rigorous training program. They all had
expressions of grim satisfaction. Anyone who could get this far could count
themselves among the best-conditioned people in the world.

Sensei walked up and down the rows of people, stopping to look each one in the
eye. Her expression was very serious, and her gaze seemed to pierce the soul
of each person there.

Her expression didn\'t change when she reached Kentaro. Her eyes seemed to ask
him if he was content with his progress in the school. Kentaro felt confident
that he had done all right, and tried to put that confidence into his bearing.
Sensei nodded, satisfied, then gave him a quick smile before returning to the
front of the room.

\"I had not expected so many people to be here today. You all honor me with
your presence.\" She bowed deeply, then straightened. \"As you know, this is
the last class I will be teaching before next week\'s graduation. I hope to
open a dojo soon. When I do, I\'ll post a message on the college\'s web site.
I\'d like to continue training you, of course. And if you know of anyone
looking for training, you might send them my way.\"

She shook her head. \"Enough advertising. Think upon the lessons of the
School of Indiscriminate Grappling. We do not hold ourselves to one way
of doing things; we do not fall into the trap of depending on one set of
moves to help us in combat. Rather, we continue to grow and adapt. To
learn from what happens around us, and use the knowledge to better
ourselves. The School\'s first and most revered precept is this: Keep your
mind open and your body ready, and there is no enemy that can overcome you.\"

Sensei looked around the room, her face very serious and commanding. There
was quite a bit of pride there, as well. Finally, she used her head to
indicate the door. \"Dismissed.\"

Kentaro and the other students bowed to her deeply, most holding the position
far longer than normal. Finally, everyone broke ranks, with most of the
students going up to Sensei to exchange thanks and good-byes, many with
promises to spread the word of her dojo once it opened.

Kentaro hung around the back of the room, waiting for the crowd to disperse.
The dojo was a sensitive subject between him and Sensei. Where and how she
was going to open the dojo was something Sensei had refused to provide
specifics on.

The last of the students left. Sensei came up to him, a peculiar look on
her face.

Kentaro had come to know her well enough to know that something was bothering
her. \"What is it?\"

She tilted her head to the side, considering him. For all that she showed
no fear during her martial arts, as well as in gymnastics and soccer, she
could be incredibly indecisive at times. This was one of those. Kentaro
knew that it was best to just be patient with her and let her get it out in
her own way.

Finally, she smiled. \"Who says you\'re done training today?\"

Kentaro sighed. As her first student and heir-apparent to the School,
he didn\'t have to pay her for lessons. At the same time, his training
went well beyond the regularly scheduled classes she gave. She was quite
likely to spring out of nowhere and insist on giving him a lesson or two.

Kentaro followed her to the middle of the floor. They turned and bowed to
each other. He assumed the ready position, while she just stood there, her
hands behind her back.

\"Okay, this is a simple test. You just have to hit me. I won\'t
counter-attack, and I\'ll keep my hands behind my back. You may begin.\" She
smiled slightly.

Kentaro frowned. This was new. He considered how to accomplish it. Sensei
was incredibly fast and extremely agile. Just touching her was going to be
very difficult.

He took a cautious step towards her. She didn\'t move. He took another step,
then threw a punch at her head. She moved her head aside as his fist flew
past, then moved it back. She was still smiling.

Kentaro threw another punch at her head with his left hand, then quickly
followed with a right. She moved her head aside to avoid his left jab, and
leaned back to avoid the right. As he moved his fists back, she sprang back
upright.

Kentaro frowned. She could be so damned irritating sometimes. It was only
because she was better than him by several orders of magnitude in the Art that
she was able to get away with it.

He tried a sweeping backhand, as quickly as he could. Sensei ducked under it.
He followed with a foot sweep, and she jumped over it.

Kentaro grit his teeth, and launched a furious offensive. Punches, kicks,
combinations, as fast as he could, advancing as quickly as he could. She
avoided them all, as hard to touch as mist in the morning. When her back was
almost to the wall, she leapt high into the air, twisting her body and
landing directly behind him.

He was about to try twisting and attacking with his elbow when she grabbed
him. His first thought was to protest against this obvious rule violation.
Then he realized that she was hugging him, her body pressed against his, her
head nuzzling the back of his shoulder.

\"Kentaro....\" Her voice sounded quiet and strange.

\"Yes, Ranma?\" He was having a little difficulty thinking clearly. She seldom
showed this kind of affection, and he couldn\'t help feeling exhilarated when
she did.

\"Kentaro....\" He could sense her gathering her courage. \"I love you.\"

Kentaro spun in her grasp and looked down at her with shock. \"What?\"

She smiled nervously at him. \"I love you.\"

His mind boggled. In the three and a half years he had known her, their
relationship had proceeded in fits and spurts. They had started as teacher
and student. That had quickly become a friendship that Kentaro sensed Ranma
had desperately needed. She had been quite lonely.

Unfortunately, Kentaro had not been content with mere friendship. Their
relationship had come to a critical turning point at the end of their
freshman year. Kentaro had finally admitted to Ranma that he couldn\'t go on
being just her friend. Ranma had responded by at first retreating completely
from the world. She had disappeared during the school break, never
contacting him, leading him to believe he\'d never see her again.

When she\'d come back, she\'d been willing to try a deeper relationship with
him. Kentaro felt a little guilty about the circumstances that forced her
into that choice; he had given her the choice of either accepting him as a
boyfriend or losing his friendship altogether. As lonely as she had been,
it had been a terrible decision, especially since her sexual preference was
not for men.

With her choice had come an end to her isolation. She had started becoming
an active part of the college, joining the gymnastics and soccer teams, as
well as offering instruction in martial arts. She had started making more
and more friends, and had actually become quite popular.

She had allowed Kentaro to date her, and parts of it hadn\'t been easy. Their
physical relationship, especially, was part heaven and hell. Their first few
kisses had been very stiff, with Ranma being unable to do so much as part her
lips or apply pressure. It had taken most of a semester for her to be able
to kiss him back, and even then she would suddenly shudder and break it off.
Over the course of the years, she\'d allowed him to proceed, with each new
stage reached only with the greatest reluctance on her part. Occasionally
she would still shudder, and every physical act was done with her eyes closed.
Kentaro knew this was so she wouldn\'t have to see that it was a man doing
those things to her. They hadn\'t yet had sex, and Kentaro had begun to wonder
if she would be able to.

The other parts of their relationship had been wonderful. She was as good a
friend as he had ever had, and they shared things with each other, baring
their souls in a way he had never imagined. They spent a lot of time
together, eating, training, studying, or talking. In three years of seeing
her almost daily, he had yet to grow tired of her presence. Each moment
spent with her was a joy. She had admitted similar reactions to his presence.
It just felt *right* for them to be together.

With graduation looming in the horizon, a peculiar pressure had been brought
to their relationship. Kentaro was planning on going on to medical school,
and quite possibly becoming a surgeon. Ranma\'s degree had been in Physical
Education, and she was planning on opening a dojo. It had seemed logical
to Kentaro that she open the dojo close to where he would be attending
medical school for the next few years. When he had spoken that thought out
loud, she had become angry. She refused to say why, and had steadfastly
refused to discuss the subject.

Kentaro had felt more than a little irritated himself. He\'d finally said out
loud the words that had been implicitly forbidden in their relationship.
He\'d told her that he loved her, and was quite interested in spending the
rest of his life with her. The words had driven her to a white-hot fury.
She\'d stormed away, and they hadn\'t spoken for a week. She\'d finally
acknowledged his presence during a martial arts class, and their relationship
had returned to a semblance of its old form. But a threshold had been
crossed, and their relationship threatened to crumble unless Ranma made a
decision of some sort. With graduation getting closer and closer, there
had been a time limit as well.

Kentaro sympathized with the choice she\'d been forced to make. Staying with
him would mean partaking of a sexual lifestyle that was repugnant to her.
Leaving him would mean admitting that she couldn\'t be part of a heterosexual
relationship. Curiously, however, Ranma was a little homophobic, something
Kentaro didn\'t quite understand. She didn\'t much care for the idea of two
women having sex together, and it wasn\'t something she could imagine herself
being a part of.

It was a fascinating psychological complex she had. She explained it to
herself with an elaborate fantasy of having been born a man and magically
changed into a woman. Kentaro had listened to her tales of being a magically
cursed martial artist. The stories were quite entertaining: sometimes
funny, sometimes scary. The final story had been one of tragedy, where she
had been frozen in a female body and the means to a cure had been buried
under a collapsing mountain.

Kentaro knew that she believed those stories completely. He had tried to
believe them, too. There was a part of his mind that he had set aside to
accept her stories as given and to respond to her as if they were true. The
largest part of his mind knew that it was all just a fantasy, one that would
have to be dealt with eventually.

Ranma wasn\'t fooled. She knew that, deep down, he didn\'t believe her. She
kept threatening to introduce him to her father, who apparently would change
into a panda when splashed with cold water. What prevented that meeting was
her very real fear that her father would try to attack him if he realized
the relationship Kentaro had with his daughter. Or son, if Kentaro bought
into her fantasy.

It was yet another bone of contention in their relationship. Sometimes, late
at night, Kentaro would lay awake at night thinking about his relationship
with Ranma, and for an instant he would *believe*, with all of his mind,
Ranma\'s story. That belief would always be washed away by a flood of
rationality. He kept trying to hang on to the moment, but it kept eluding
his grasp.

He sometimes wondered if Ranma wasn\'t more trouble than she was worth. Not
only did she have a serious gender identity and sexual preference crisis,
she believed in an elaborate fantasy world that kept her true past shrouded
in mystery. Yet, the moments he spent in her presence, when they would walk
around the campus quietly holding hands, when they would kiss and there was
no hesitancy in her, when they fought mock battles in training and she would
laugh out loud for the sheer joy of it, those moments were well worth dealing
with her idiosyncrasies.

Now, at long last, she had admitted love to him. There was a joy rising
in his heart, one that he had never felt before. Suddenly, he could come to
believe that a future together with Ranma was attainable. That filled him
with a peace and happiness he had never known.

He found that his eyes were watering. \"Oh, Ranma-chan, I love you with all
my heart. Thank you for returning it.\"

Her smile grew wider and somewhat tremulous. \"I always have returned it,
Ken-chan. I just could never admit it to myself until now.\" She drew his
head down and kissed him.

The kiss was deep and passionate. She had never initiated anything like this
with him before; he\'d always had to be the one to start anything physical
between them. A new hope rose in him, a thought that perhaps sex was not
entirely out of the question, after all.

After a long moment they separated. They stared into each other\'s eyes, and
Kentaro tried to burn this image of her into his mind. He never wanted to
forget this moment, the first time he had seen unrestrained love in her
eyes.

She took his hand in a gentle grip and said in a soft voice, \"Let\'s go back
to my place.\" She began to lead him out of the room.

Kentaro\'s pulse quickened. All seniors were encouraged to live off-campus,
given the perpetual housing shortage the college had. Ranma had used the
money she earned teaching her martial arts classes to find a small studio
apartment not far from campus. It was the one place she allowed him to do
anything more than hold her hand. Her passionate kiss just now, coupled with
her admission of love, gave Kentaro reason to hope that they were about to
achieve the next level in their physical relationship.

They walked to her apartment building, neither one speaking. Kentaro found
that he was shaking a little, both a reaction to her words and an anticipation
for what was about to happen. Ranma noticed, and tried to give him a
reassuring smile, but she looked much too nervous herself for it to be very
effective.

They climbed the outside stairs that lead to her third-floor apartment. As
they turned the corner to the outside hallway that lead to Ranma\'s room, she
froze in place. Kentaro glanced at her in surprise, then looked to see what
she was staring at.

A woman was standing outside Ranma\'s apartment. She saw Ranma, and smiled.
\"Ran-\" She broke off as she saw Kentaro, and a shocked and slightly angry
expression settled into her face.

Ranma released Kentaro\'s hand and took a step forward. \"Akane! What are you
doing here?\"

Kentaro started. He stared at the woman. She was a little taller than Ranma,
with shoulder-length hair and a beautiful face. She was wearing a blue dress
and a white, wide-brimmed hat.

Akane. Ranma\'s ex-fiancee. An intimate part of all the adventures Ranma
had gone through before coming to college.

Akane was looking back and forth between Kentaro and Ranma. Finally, she
settled her gaze on Ranma. \"Uh, can we talk, Ranma?\"

\"S-sure.\" Ranma seemed to be rattled. \"Let\'s go inside.\" She went up to
the apartment door, unlocking it and stepping inside. Akane followed her
right in. Kentaro hesitated a second, then stepped inside as well.

Ranma was holding the door open, waiting for him. Their eyes met, then Ranma
closed the door and turned to Akane. \"Would you like some tea?\"

Akane was looking around the studio apartment. She turned back to Ranma and
was clearly surprised to see Kentaro standing there as well. \"Uh... tea, no,
thank you Ranma.\"

Ranma appeared at a loss for how to act. With a sigh she indicated the
floor. \"I don\'t have a lot in the way of furniture. This is the best I
can offer.\"

\"It\'s fine.\" Akane knelt on the floor. Kentaro sat cross-legged about
five feet away from her. Ranma stood for a second, than placed herself halfway
between them, perhaps shading a little towards Kentaro.

This was not lost on Akane. Her eyes flashed. Then she made a deliberate
effort to school her features. \"Ranma. I\'ve come here on behalf of your
family.\"

\"Oh?\" Ranma frowned. \"You mean Pop?\"

Akane\'s voice hardened. \"I mean your family.\" She stopped and made another
effort to control herself. Kentaro remembered Ranma\'s stories that anger
made up a large component of Akane\'s personality. \"Okay, listen up. I think
we may be able to cure you.\"

Ranma went rigid.

Kentaro frowned, a little confused and more than a little concerned. \"Cure?
Cured of what?\"

Akane shot a look of disgust at Kentaro. \"Cured of being female.\"

The words shot through Kentaro like a bullet. He\'d never been able to fully
accept Ranma\'s stories about being cursed. Suddenly, here was outside
confirmation. Her ex-fiancee, matter-of-factly stating that Ranma could be
turned into a man. Cured of being a woman. The bottom dropped out of
Kentaro\'s rationality. His mind went into freefall as it tried to not only
readjust the realities it was dealing with, but also come to terms with the
fact that the woman he loved might turn into a man very soon.

All he could do was gape at Akane. He was quite incapable of action or speech.

Akane dismissed him to turn back to Ranma. Ranma seemed to be no better off;
she was staring wide-eyed at Akane. \"How?\"

Akane chewed her lip. \"I didn\'t mean... here, let me tell the story right.\"
She drew a big breath. \"About six months ago, your mother went to our house
to once again try and find you.\"

Ranma flinched and looked down.

Akane ignored her and continued. \"She didn\'t find you, of course, but she did
find your father. He was a little drunk, and didn\'t get out of her way in
time. Your mother went ballistic, demanding that he tell her where you were.
Your father refused to answer. In a panic, he jumped into the pond - in full
view of your mother.\"

Ranma groaned and put her hand to her forehead.

Akane nodded. \"Like I said, he was a little drunk. Your mother was, to say
the least, surprised. She turned to Dad and demanded an explanation.
Unfortunately, he was no better at providing answers. She finally
drew her sword and threatened your father. He tried to run away, but he was
still in his panda form, and still drunk.\"

Kentaro\'s mind reeled. Panda form. She said that in such a matter-of-fact
tone, as if he had changed his clothes. It was simply a part of her reality.
A part of Ranma\'s reality.

Kentaro quivered, realizing that it was a part of *his* reality now. It should
have been a part of his reality long ago, if only he\'d had the courage to
accept Ranma\'s stories as real.

Akane was paying no attention to Kentaro. She continued her narration.
\"Things might have gotten out of hand, but fortunately Kasumi came by for
a visit.\"

Ranma blinked. \"Kasumi doesn\'t live there any more?\"

Akane\'s brow furrowed. \"No one lives there but our fathers. The three of
us - me, Kasumi, and Nabiki - stop by at different times to help them out.
Kasumi and Tofu-sensei were married two years ago. They\'re expecting their
first child in a few months.\"

\"Oh yeah. She invited me to the wedding. Pregnant, eh?\" Ranma stared off
into space for a second, smiling slightly. Then she focused on Akane again.
\"So Kasumi calmed everyone down.\"

Akane had waited for Ranma\'s attention. \"Yes. She sat down with your mother
and told her everything.\"

The blood drained from Ranma\'s face. \"Everything?\"

Akane nodded grimly. \"From Jusenkyo to Ranko to Herb. Kasumi said it was
time that all the lying was done with.\"

Ranma began to shake a little. \"Wh- what did Mom have to say about all that?\"

Akane shook her head. \"Kasumi won\'t tell us exactly how your mother reacted
the first time she was told your story. I take it that it went rather badly.
Your mother finally insisted that the entire Saotome and Tendo family be
brought together to discuss your situation.\"

\"R-really?\" Ranma managed to control herself, but still looked pale. \"What
did she want to talk about?\"

Akane spoke just a little more gently. \"First of all, she said that she was
not going to force you to commit seppuku. Being cursed was not your fault,
and that you always behaved \'manly\', even as Ranko.\" Akane shot a glance at
Kentaro.

Ranma turned to look at Kentaro for a second, then looked back at Akane. \"And
Pop?\"

Akane looked grim. \"She said that seppuku was something only honorable
warriors did. Since your father was without honor, she was not going to hold
him to the contract.\"

\"Oh God.\" Ranma closed her eyes and hung her head.

Akane leaned forward and touched Ranma\'s hand. \"If it helps, Tofu-sensei has
been working with your father almost daily for the past six months. Your
father was devastated by your mother\'s visit, but Tofu has worked patiently
with him, trying to get him to rebuild his self-esteem and honor. It\'s gone
surprisingly well.\"

Ranma opened her eyes and looked at Akane, with a bit of hope and fear.
\"What... what about him and Mom?\"

Akane shook her head, a sympathetic look on her face. \"You mother has been
focused on other subjects.\" Akane leaned back. \"Your mother also wanted us
to bring you back to her. She wanted you to be part of both of our families
again.\"

Ranma drew a breath. \"She... doesn\'t mind that I\'m a girl now?\"

\"I\'ll get to that.\" Akane paused a moment to collect her thoughts, then
continued. \"Anyway, Nabiki pointed out that you were a few months from
graduating, and that perhaps we shouldn\'t dump all of this into your lap
where it could possibly affect your studies. Your mother eventually
agreed.\"

Ranma thought it over, then nodded. \"I... I guess I\'m glad for that. I...
don\'t know what it would have....\" She trailed off, looking once more at
Kentaro.

Akane glared at Kentaro, then spoke to Ranma. \"Can we speak privately?\"

Ranma\'s eyes widened, still staring at Kentaro. She looked confused, and
shocked.

Kentaro tried to bring some order to his thoughts. He began to get up.

Ranma reached out and grabbed his arm. \"Kentaro has a right to hear anything
you have to say, Akane.\"

Kentaro sat back down, grateful. He looked into Ranma\'s eyes, trying to smile
at her.

Akane scowled, then smoothed her features and leaned forward once again, this
time taking Ranma\'s hand into her own. \"Ranma.\"

Ranma looked back at Akane.

Akane had a very serious expression on her face. \"Your mother called on
me to honor our families\' agreement for us to be married.\"

Ranma gasped.

Kentaro, on the verge of recovering his wits, felt his mind go numb again.
Ranma... marry Akane? What about.... His mind couldn\'t think clearly. In
total shock, all he could do was listen.

Ranma began to shake again. \"But... we can\'t....\"

Akane broke in. \"Nabiki felt the same way. She pointed out that forcing two
women to marry wasn\'t going to do either family any good. This sparked off
an intense debate between Nabiki and your mother. Your mother said that you
were a man. Nabiki pointed out that you had a woman\'s body. Your mother
said that it should have been the family\'s duty to try and find a counter to
the magic that had cursed you. Nabiki said that the family *had* tried, for
almost two years. Your mother despaired that the family had stopped trying.
Nabiki said that there came a point where all options had been explored, and
no new leads were available, and that everything humanly possible had been
done to get you cured. She said that eventually you and I realized that
there was no point wishing for something that wasn\'t going to happen, and
that we decided to move on with our lives. Your mother said that honor had
no time limit, that we were required to keep looking for a cure, even if it
took the rest of our lives. Nabiki asked if your mother\'s definition of
honor meant that we should remain miserable forever.\"

Akane drew a deep breath. \"Nabiki went on to catalogue all that had been
done to try and cure you. How frustrated you became when each lead turned
up empty. How miserable it made you feel. How our relationship changed.
The pain that seemed to permeate the household. I\'ve never heard Nabiki
speak so eloquently or passionately. She said that forcing you back into
that kind of existence would be torturous, not just for you but for the whole
family. Nabiki said that there should come a point where honor gives way to
compassion and love.\"

Ranma spent a few moments absorbing this. \"How did Mom react?\"

Akane raised her eyebrows briefly. \"At first, after Nabiki finished speaking,
your mother did nothing but stare at her for a long time. Nabiki stared
right back; you know how she is. Finally, your mom sorta hung her head. She
said she wanted you to be happy, that she would never want you to be
miserable. But your mother also didn\'t want to give up. Her honor was
important, too.

\"We all talked about it for a while. Eventually we came to an understanding.
Your graduation was six months away. The Saotome and Tendo clans would spend
those six months looking one last time for a cure. If none could be found,
then our engagement would be nullified. Honor would be satisfied.\"

Ranma looked over to Kentaro, then back to Akane. \"And you found one?\"

Akane tried to put on a bright, happy face. \"Nabiki did. For all that she
argued against forcing us to married, no one worked harder than she did to
find you a cure. While we were all concentrating on looking for other magic
to reverse what had been done to you, she looked on trying to recover the
Kaisuifuu.\"

\"The damned kettle.\" Ranma spoke with excitement. \"Did she find it?\"

\"She thinks so. We may have trouble getting to it. Do you know how to do
Ryoga\'s exploding rock thing?\"

\"Bakusai Tenketsu?\" Ranma frowned thoughtfully. \"I probably could do it if
I had to. It\'s always struck me as a silly move to learn, but I think I\'ve
seen Ryoga do it enough times.\" Ranma chewed her lip thoughtfully, then
nodded. \"Yes. I could do it.\"

\"Good.\" Akane smiled. \"The plan is to go to the mountain after your
graduation and dig it up. If we can get to it, and it works, our engagement
is on again.\"

Ranma looked at Akane thoughtfully. \"What about you? Don\'t you have a
boyfriend?\"

Akane\'s smile faded away. \"I\'ve had several boyfriends. Although they were
all nice, none of them could ever measure up to you. It... it made me realize
what a special person you are. If, if we can get you cured, I... I would
have no objections to... becoming your fiancee again.\"

Kentaro watched Ranma closely. She was staring at Akane with a blank look on
her face. Ranma turned to look at Kentaro, then she flushed and looked down.

Akane looked surprised and a little hurt at Ranma\'s reaction. She looked
at Kentaro again, with such hostility and anger that Kentaro actually leaned
back, reeling under its impact.

They remained in that tableau for a long time. Akane glaring at Kentaro,
Kentaro returning her gaze with a look of shock and fear, and Ranma staring
at the floor.

Finally Ranma looked up again. \"Akane, I need some time. There\'s a lot to
think about. Can we talk about this after I graduate?\"

Akane looked at Ranma, her face softening. \"Uh, well, I came here to
bring you home. The family\'s coming together again to celebrate your
graduation. Your mother wants to see you very badly. She waited very
patiently until the last of your classes was over with, and now she can\'t
wait any more. She... she misses you terribly, Ranma.\"

Ranma sighed sadly. \"Mother....\" She looked over at Kentaro, held his gaze
for a moment, then turned back to Akane. \"Okay, I\'ll come on one condition.
Kentaro comes too. Like I said, he\'s as much a part of this as anyone else.
I won\'t have him left out of it.\"

Akane scowled, and seemed to inflate, her face turning slightly red. Then,
biting her lip, she calmed down. She looked around. \"Do you have a phone?\"

Ranma nodded and pointed. Akane got up, gave Kentaro another glare, then
went over and made a call.

Ranma and Kentaro looked at each other. Ranma looked a little frightened.
\"Tell me what you\'re feeling.\"

Kentaro trembled, then got on his knees and touched his forehead to the floor.
\"Ranma-san, please forgive me for doubting you. I wanted to believe you but
part of me couldn\'t. I am ashamed.\"

He heard Ranma shuffle over to kneel beside him. She put her arms around his
shoulders and forced him to sit up. \"Hush, Kentaro. Truth is, if someone
told me the story I told you, I\'d laugh in their face and write \'em off as
crazy. You did much better, accepting the story at face value and never
treating me as nutty for believing it. Yeah, I wish you could have totally
believed me before this. But I can\'t blame you, and I\'m glad you showed as
much patience and understanding as you did.\"

Kentaro looked into Ranma\'s face. She was smiling, with that special
understanding the two of them shared. Kentaro smiled back, grateful for
her words and presence.

For one second, he was able to shut off the outside world and share a loving
look with Ranma. He loved her, and she loved him, and that was all that
mattered.

Then someone cleared their throat. They both looked up to see Akane glaring
at them both, gritting her teeth. \"Your mother,\" Akane spoke in a tight
voice, \"is not happy. However, if you insist, we can have him sleep in the
dojo.\"

Ranma nodded. She looked at Kentaro, her face troubled again. \"Uh, I suppose
I should pack.\" She got up and began to rummage through her things.

Kentaro stood up, watching Ranma. Something grabbed his arm, and he felt
a voice whispering in his ear, so quiet he could barely hear, but filled with
an intensity that made him flinch. \"You can\'t have him. He\'s mine.
You have no hold on him. Your relationship with him is obscene. Don\'t cause
us any trouble or I will hurt you.\"

Kentaro turned to look at Akane as she leaned away. Her face was mask of cold
fury, and her eyes glimmered with a promise of violence.

Kentaro gulped but held her eyes, trying to show a measure of his
determination. Somehow, though, it melted in the face of her anger.

\"Ready.\" Ranma appeared in front of them, a backpack slung over her shoulder.
She smoothly stepped between them, breaking their eye contact. \"Let\'s get
over to Kentaro\'s coop. I\'m sure he\'ll need to pack a few things too.\"

Kentaro looked at her gratefully. He began to reach over and take her hand.
Before his hand had moved more than an inch, Ranma moved briskly off to the
door. \"C\'mon.\"

Kentaro sighed. As his mind slowly began to work again, he caught a glimpse
of what the next week was going to be like. It was very likely going to be
the most difficult week of his life.

***

They walked from the train station, the uncomfortable silence surrounding them
as it had throughout the three-hour train ride. Ranma had strategically
placed herself between Kentaro and Akane, her hands clasped in front of her.
Kentaro had understood, even if he was a little upset that he couldn\'t hold
her hand.

They came up to a house surrounded by a wall. They stood at the front gate.
Streamed across the top of the gate was a banner which cheerfully proclaimed,
\"Welcome home, Ranma!\". Ranma grimaced when she saw it. She stood for a
while, evidently gathering her courage. Then she opened the gate.

Akane and Kentaro followed behind her. Kentaro looked around. The yard was
lovely, and the home very nice. A little better than he had expected of a
home inside Tokyo; he wondered if some of his provincialism was showing.

The front door of the house was flung open. A middle-aged woman stood there.
She had coppery hair and a very happy look on her face. Kentaro saw the
resemblance immediately, and knew that this was Ranma\'s mother.

Ranma was breathing heavily. Her voice was a little tentative. \"Mom?\"

\"Ranma!\" The woman ran down the path. Ranma allowed herself to be swept into
her mother\'s grasp. They hugged for a long while. Ranma\'s mother was sobbing.
Ranma was trying to comfort her, despite the fact that tears were flowing
from her eyes.

Kentaro\'s breath caught in his throat. He had glimpsed the depths of Ranma\'s
loneliness, and knew how much she missed her family. It was wonderful to
see them reunited.

Finally they separated. Ranma looked up at her mother, then bowed. \"Mother,
I\'m so sorry I hid from you, that I didn\'t tell you.\"

\"It- it wasn\'t your fault, Ranma.\" Ranma\'s mother was wiping ineffectually
at her eyes. \"I understand. Please do come inside. There\'s so much we need
to talk about.\"

Ranma\'s mother tried to guide her into the house. Ranma kept her place.
\"Mother, I would like you to meet Marumoto Kentaro. Kentaro, this is my
mother, Saotome Nodoka.\"

Nodoka locked her eyes on Kentaro. Kentaro found it interesting how her face
turned from happy and loving to antagonistic and glacial in the space of a
second. He bowed to her nonetheless. \"I am honored to make your acquaintance,
Saotome-sama.\"

Nodoka merely nodded. Then she looked back at Ranma, her face softening a bit.
\"The rest of the family waits for you inside, including your father. Come,
my son.\"

Ranma looked at Kentaro and gave him a small smile of apology. She then
followed her mother into the house.

Akane looked at him, sniffed, and went inside as well.

Kentaro stood there for a moment. Part of him wanted to run back out the
front gate before it was too late. However, he was very much in love with
Ranma, and he needed to go inside if he was going to fight for her.

He went into the house, taking off his shoes. In another room, he could
hear people exclaiming loudly. He slowly walked down the hallway, stopping
just short of the dining room entrance. Ranma was currently hugging a tall,
beautiful, pregnant woman. The woman was crying almost as much as Nodoka
had. They separated, and Ranma smiled at her before turning to another
woman, who gave Ranma an appraising look with one eyebrow raised before
breaking out into a grin and hugging her.

Kentaro looked around, trying to put names to faces. The pregnant woman was
Kasumi, the one currently hugging Ranma was Nabiki. The man with long hair
was... Soun, that was it. The heavyset, bald man with glasses was Ranma\'s
father, Genma. The tall, good-looking man with glasses Kentaro had no idea,
and guessed him to be Kasumi\'s husband.

Kentaro stood silently, waiting for Ranma to make the rounds. The last person
she went up to was her father. They stared at each other for a long moment
while the rest of the family watched quietly. Finally, Genma reached out
with one hand. \"Ranma....\" Then they, too, were hugging each other, and
Genma\'s eyes were glistening. Genma was saying, \"I\'m sorry\" over and over
again. Finally, Ranma broke the hug and punched her father in the shoulder.
\"Shut up, Pop. You want to make it up to me, you start training with me
again. Looks like you\'ve gone a long time between workouts. It\'s going to
be fun whipping you back into shape.\"

Genma gulped and looked over at the tall man - Tofu, the name came to Kentaro
in a flash. Tofu nodded slightly, and Genma looked back at Ranma. \"Son - \"
Genma grimaced, and continued. \"Ranma. It would be my greatest honor to
train at your side again.\"

They bowed to each other. Then Ranma turned around, smiling, to take everyone
in. Her eyes found Kentaro, and her smile dimmed just a little bit.
\"Everyone...\" She licked her lips, evidently having great difficulty
speaking. \"This is Kentaro.\"

Almost as one, everyone turned to look at Kentaro. He blanched under their
combined hostility. Nabiki looked as angry as Nodoka or Akane. Kasumi had
a very small frown on her face. Soun was scowling, and for a moment Kentaro
caught a glimpse of some other-worldly visage. Tofu was the only one who
looked even a little sympathetic.

This all paled before the reaction he was getting from Genma. Genma began by
looking angry. He built the anger into a white-hot fury. Finally, with an
incoherent cry, he sprang at Kentaro.

Reflexes Kentaro didn\'t know he had took over. He stepped back and grabbed
Genma\'s outflung arms. He spun in the hallway and threw Genma through the
door opposite, which led into a yard.

As he let Genma go, rational thought returned. This wasn\'t a dojo or a gym
classroom, with mats on the floor and walls. Genma was likely to get hurt.
He tried to grab Genma again, but it was far too late. Fortunately, he
landed in a pond in the yard.

Kentaro took a step towards the pond and stopped. A panda emerged from the
pond, glaring at Kentaro and taking a step towards him before collapsing,
apparently having gotten the wind knocked out of him.

Kentaro\'s mouth went dry. It was one thing to intellectually acknowledge
the possibility of magic. It was quite another to actually witness it. The
last of his doubts fled his mind, leaving his rationality without much to
support it. He stood and quivered slightly, trying to catch his breath.

\"Takes a bit of getting used to, doesn\'t it?\" The voice was dry and just a
touch hostile. Kentaro turned to look at Nabiki, who had her eyebrow raised
again, staring at him quite frankly.

\"Leave him alone, Nabiki.\" Ranma\'s voice wasn\'t mad or threatening. She
spoke in a quiet, even, almost respectful voice. Nabiki arched her eyebrow
a little higher, glancing at Ranma, before turning back into the dining room.

Ranma came up to Kentaro, a sympathetic look on her face. \"Sorry \'bout that.\"

Kentaro shook his head. \"Don\'t be. I... I guess I can understand his
reaction.\"

Ranma humphed but said nothing more. She looked over at the panda - her
father, Kentaro forced himself to remember - before taking Kentaro\'s arm and
guiding him back into the dining room. She had him kneel at the dining room
table, then positioned herself at one end, where she was sitting near but not
next to him. Akane immediately sat opposite Kentaro, as close to Ranma as
he was. The rest of the family sat around the table, except for Tofu who
was taking a kettle of water out into the yard.

Ranma looked around at everyone again. \"All right, what\'s this about getting
that damn kettle back?\"

Nabiki reached behind her, grabbed a folder, and put it on the table. She
opened the folder, hesitated, and looked at Ranma. \"I want you to understand
how much time, effort, and money went into preparing for this. It was the
culmination of months of hard work, just so we can find \'that damn kettle\'.\"

Although she was staring at Ranma, somehow Kentaro felt that he was the focus
of her attention. Ranma seemed to understand that as well. She returned
Nabiki\'s gaze calmly, refusing to be ruffled. \"And what did you find out?\"

Nabiki drew a corner of her mouth down, then shook her head and continued.
\"I had a classmate in college. Real nerdy guy, but real smart. Into
computers and geology. I had him do some computer simulations of the
mountain\'s collapse. We knew where you were when you fought Herb, and we
have an approximation of where the chasm was, and how deep it went. He was
able to call up records of how the mountain looked before and after the
crash, and was able to look up all of the seismological recordings of the
collapse. He plugged this all into a computer and came up with several
likely locations for the kettle.\"

Nabiki flipped through the papers in the folder. \"I was able to get him
access to some university equipment. Real modern stuff; it uses sound waves
to take pictures of what\'s buried in the rock. They use that kind of thing to
find fossils and map the rock structure. He used it to make some models of
the areas he thought likely to contain the kettle. Geologically, the
whole area is a real mess, so accurate pictures are hard to extrapolate.
However, in one of the areas he was able to detect something a lot denser
than the surrounding rock... and this.\" She slid a picture over to Ranma.

Ranma held it so that Kentaro could see it too. It looked like a very grainy
black-and-white line drawing. To one side of the picture, a dark shape could
conceivably be interpreted as a kettle\'s spout.

Ranma looked up at Nabiki, who nodded. \"It looks good. Obviously no one\'s
ever done a study on how magical kettles react when buried under tons of
rock. Still, it seems to have kept its shape. The kettle is perhaps one
hundred meters from the surface.\"

\"A hundred *meters*?\" Kentaro spoke in spite of himself. \"Through solid
rock?\"

Ranma looked at him and smiled. \"Don\'t worry, that\'s nothing. There are
things you can do with the Art that you haven\'t even begun to scratch the
surface of yet.\" She looked back over at Nabiki. \"Have you mapped out a
strategy for digging it out?\"

Nabiki nodded and held up some more papers. \"If you can do that Ryoga thing,
I think we can get to it fairly safely. I had the nerd do several simulations,
based on what I could tell him about the blast potential. It helps that the
area is still very unsettled; lots of rock should give way quite easily.\"

Ranma nodded thoughtfully and looked at the picture one more time. Her
eyes flicked over to Kentaro and back down to the picture, so fast he almost
didn\'t notice.

\"Ranma.\" Nodoka spoke from where she sat at the opposite end of the table.
She paused while Genma and Tofu came in and took seats at the table, Genma
not so much as looking in Kentaro\'s direction.

Nodoka started over. \"Ranma, it\'s time we talked about you taking your
proper place in the family. I... regret the circumstances that led you to
leave this house. That led you to remove yourself from all contact with
those that loved you. No matter what has happened to you, you are still
my son. You will always be welcomed by me. Always.\" Her breath caught
a little bit, and she paused to gather herself.

Nodoka spoke a little more forcefully. \"As my son, you have certain
obligations. The first is that you are to wed Akane and unite the Saotome
and Tendo families. You are to take over the dojo from your father and
father-in-law. You are to carry on the traditions of the School of
Indiscriminate Grappling, and to provide your own heirs.\"

\"All of which, of course,\" Nabiki smoothly interjected, \"is dependent on
getting Ranma\'s condition cured.\"

Nodoka flashed a look at Nabiki, then grudgingly nodded. \"That was a
condition we set, true.\" Nodoka looked back at Ranma. \"Assuming that
we can find this kettle and it works on you, are you prepared to honor
these obligations?\"

Ranma slowly put the picture she was holding on the table. She stared back
at her mother, a carefully neutral expression on her face.

Several minutes went by. No one dared breathe.

Nodoka spoke again, sharply. \"Or will you join your father in dishonoring
yourself and the Saotome family?\"

Again, silence. Ranma wasn\'t exactly rigid, but neither did she speak or
move.

Kentaro\'s heart was beating very rapidly. A terrible foreboding was hovering
at the edge of his consciousness. Honor was extremely important to Ranma.
Kentaro knew that, no matter how she felt, she would have to do what honor
told her was right.

Kentaro grasped for something, anything to forestall the inevitable. \"Point
of order.\"

He could hardly believe he had spoken out loud. To judge from the shocked
and angry looks he got from some people, they couldn\'t believe it either.

He tried to put some moisture back into his mouth. \"Akane and Ranma formally
broke off their engagement four years ago, with the blessings of both the
Tendo and Saotome families. It seems to me that those agreements are no
longer binding.\"

Silence. Kentaro wondered if he was going to be ignored, and what, if
anything, he would be able to do about it.

Finally Nodoka spoke, her voice enough to freeze water. \"I was not consulted
on that matter.\"

Kentaro drew a breath. \"Nevertheless. The senior member of the Tendo family,
Tendo Soun-sama, and the senior member of the Saotome family, Saotome
Genma-sama, agreed. Perhaps more importantly, Akane and Ranma agreed. The
engagement was ended, and all agreements having to do with the engagement also
came to an end.\"

\"My husband,\" Nodoka spat, \"was in no condition to make any agreements on
behalf of the Saotome family. As I understand it, he spent much of his
time as a panda, and drunk.\"

Kentaro shook his head. \"Nevertheless. He agreed.\"

Nodoka almost growled. \"Then we make new agreements. Akane and Ranma will
wed and run the dojo. By our honor!\"

That brought Kentaro short. Checkmate. He couldn\'t think of a way out of
that. If the families agreed, Ranma was honor-bound to go along with it.

\"Urp.\" The sound came from Ranma. She looked extremely embarrassed, and
guilty. Kentaro examined her closely. He knew all the signs of Ranma
wanting to say something important and trying to work up the courage.

Apparently, Akane did, too. \"Out with it Ranma. What are you trying to
say?\"

Ranma gulped and looked down. Then she raised her head and looked around
the table, speaking tentatively. \"Uh, when, um, I was moving out...\" She
paused, licked her lips, and continued. \"Pop and I, we... got in a fight.
He, uh, was unhappy that I was leaving. He, he got angry, and, and he\'d
been drinking, and we were both so mad at each other....\"

Ranma clearly was trying to get to the point, but was unable to. Akane
leaned forward to stare into Ranma\'s eyes. \"C\'mon,\" she said with
surprising gentleness. \"It\'s okay, you can tell us. We\'re - \" She broke
off, glanced at Kentaro, then grimaced and continued. \"We\'re your family,
Ranma.\"

Ranma looked at Akane. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

\"I told him that, when he registered at college, I hoped that he wouldn\'t
give his name as Saotome Ranma, because I no longer considered him my heir.\"

A shocked silence followed while everyone stared at Genma. He was looking
down at the table top, his face a mask.

Knowing that he was setting himself up as the bad guy, Kentaro still felt
the point needed to be spoken out loud. \"So, if Ranma was disowned by the
head of the Saotome clan, she is not bound by any agreements they might make
on her behalf.\"

As expected, a lot of hostile glances were sent his way, none more so that
Nodoka\'s. \"This is intolerable. My husband was speaking from anger and
alcohol, and clearly didn\'t mean what he said. My son still calls himself
Saotome, and is still a member of the family.\"

Kasumi\'s voice, gentle and slightly wistful, was like a breath of spring air
warming the iciness of the atmosphere around the table. \"Perhaps we should
look at this from another angle. Rather than debate these issues of duty
and obligation, let us ask Ranma-kun what he wants to do.\"

Once again everyone looked at Ranma. Once again, she looked back at
everyone with evidently no idea of what to say. Kentaro sighed silently;
once again, he was forcing Ranma into making an unpleasant choice. Maybe it
would have been better if he\'d stayed silent. But then Ranma might have
been forced into an unhappy marriage. That\'s the rationalization that most
easily came to Kentaro\'s mind, anyway.

Finally, Tofu spoke up. \"We may be putting the cart before the horse here.
We have no idea if the Kaisuifuu is there, or if it\'s whole, or if it\'s
going to work. Why don\'t we wait until after the attempt to recover it
before we pressure Ranma-kun into a decision?\"

There was another, shorter pause while everyone considered Tofu\'s words.
Finally, Nodoka nodded. \"You speak wisely, Tofu-san. Son, I will speak
with you later.\" She stood up and glared at Genma. \"Husband, I will speak
with you now.\" She turned and left the dining room, heading out into the
yard towards the dojo. Genma stood as well, still wearing a neutral
expression as he followed his wife with all the enthusiasm of a man walking
to the gallows.

Another silence followed. Finally, Kasumi rose. \"It\'s been far too long
since I cooked in this house. I think I\'ll make dinner.\" She turned to
Akane. \"May I have your help, Akane-chan?\"

Akane frowned at Kasumi, glanced at Ranma, and glared at Kentaro. Finally,
she sighed. \"Okay.\" She stood up and followed Kasumi into the kitchen.

Ranma sighed, then leaned forward to briefly touch her forehead to the
table. Then she straightened and stood up. \"Kentaro, we need to talk.\"
She waited while he stood, then led him out into the yard.

The yard was very pleasant. Kentaro had not had time to notice while he had
been throwing his girlfriend\'s father into the pond. He tried to will that
image from his mind and instead let the yard fill him with serenity.

The peace was shattered by a shout from the dojo - Ranma\'s mother, yelling
angrily.

Ranma grimaced, then turned to Kentaro. \"Let\'s go.\" She put her arm around
Kentaro\'s waist, grabbed him tightly, and jumped.

Kentaro gave a slight yelp as they hurtled skywards. They landed on the
roof of the house. Ranma let him go and looked around. \"Been a while since
I\'ve been here.\" She sighed and sat down, facing the yard.

Kentaro tried once again to gather his wits. Ranma was strong, there was no
doubt about that. She did these amazing things as easily as she breathed.
It was one of the things he loved about her. Still, sometimes it was...
unsettling.

He sat beside her. He began to put his arm around her, then hesitated.

Ranma sighed and leaned into him, allowing him to complete his motion. She
stared out at the dojo. Her mother\'s voice rose from the dojo, and this
time her father\'s voice responded in kind.

Ranma shuddered. \"You\'ve had parents all your life.\" Kentaro knew what she
meant; most of her life had been spent with no knowledge of her mother.
\"Did they ever fight?\"

Kentaro nodded. \"Of course.\"

Ranma looked up at him. \"How did it make you feel?\"

\"Horrible. Like something inside of you is dying with every angry word
spoken.\"

Ranma winced and nodded. She looked back out in the yard. Tofu and Kasumi
were standing outside the dojo, talking quietly to each other. Then they
entered. A couple of minutes later, Kasumi emerged with Nodoka, who was
walking stiffly, her cheeks bright with anger. Together they went inside
the house.

Ranma let out a small sigh of relief. When she spoke again, her voice was
full of sorrow. \"Kentaro, I\'m sorry I wouldn\'t hold your hand earlier.\"

Kentaro felt his own bit of relief hearing that. \"It\'s okay. I
understand.\"

\"Do you?\" She turned her head once more to look at him. \"Do you really?\"

Kentaro looked into her eyes. \"I... I think so.\"

\"Good.\" She had an apologetic look on her face. \"I will probably do it
again. I think that, during the next few days, I may ignore you or avoid
you while I work things out. I need to put some distance between us so that
I can make a good choice. Can you understand that?\"


Kentaro\'s heart sank into his stomach. He tried to rally and answer
bravely. \"Yes, Ranma. I\'ll try, anyway.\"

She smiled. \"I knew I could count on you.\" She turned her body, wrapped
her arms around him and, for the second time in the almost four years he
had known her, initiated a passionate kiss with him. Kentaro found himself
unable to truly enjoy it, even as he responded in kind.

After a while, they separated. Ranma\'s eyes glistened. She seemed to be on
the verge of saying something. After a while, though, she disentangled
herself from him, walked to the edge of the roof, and jumped.

Kentaro let out a shaky breath and lay back on the roof. His mind tried to
grapple with the fear that he was about to lose Ranma. The concept was very
painful, almost unthinkable.

And somehow, almost inevitable.

***

The opening of the dojo door woke Kentaro. Blearily, he saw a woman in a
white gi bow and enter the dojo. His heart soared; even if Ranma was going
to avoid him, at least she was still going to train him.

Then he realized that it wasn\'t Ranma at all.

Akane was glaring at him - in fact, Kentaro had yet to have her look at him
any other way than angrily. \"Get out. I need to practice.\"

Kentaro sighed, rolled off the sleeping mat he\'d set up in one corner of the
dojo, fumbled in his suitcase and emerged with his gi. A workout sounded
like a good thing, even if he had to do it outside.

\"Ranma tells me that you\'re his student. His \'heir\'.\" Akane made it sound
like an accusation.

Kentaro shrugged. \"I\'ve always thought that being the inheritor of the
School was just a temporary thing, until someone better came along. In the
back of my mind, I was always thinking....\" He trailed off, realizing that
this wasn\'t a good thought to complete.

Akane frowned. \"Thinking what?\"

Kentaro shook his head. \"Never mind. If you will excuse me, Tendo
Akane-san.\" He bowed to her and walked to the dojo door.

\"Wait.\" Akane crossed her arms. \"I, too, am a student of the School of
Indiscriminate Grappling. I would like to ascertain for myself how worthy
the heir to the School is.\"

Kentaro sighed. He\'d been training for three and a half years. Akane had
been training most of her life. He had no illusions about his ability to
stand up to her in combat. \"Are you sure that\'s the whole reason,
Akane-san? You wouldn\'t be trying to carry out the threat you made to me
back in Ranma\'s apartment?\"

To his surprise, she smiled widely. \"Oh good. You question my honor as
well. Now, you *will* challenge me, if you have any sense of honor at all.\"

Kentaro hung his head. He took a few deep breaths, then walked to the
center of the dojo, standing opposite Akane.

They bowed. Then the fight began.

It was over almost instantly. Akane attacked. Kentaro tried to fend off
her attacks, but she simply overpowered him. She was strong, and skillful,
and knew how to break down his defenses. Within thirty seconds he was sent
crashing into the wall. He fell slowly to the floor, dazed and trying to
breathe.

Akane walked up to stand over him. \"We\'re not done yet. Get up.\"

Kentaro took a few seconds to get his breath back, then he stood up and sent
a glare of his own at Akane. \"Yes, we *are* done. If you have a problem
with my status in the School, bring it up with Sensei. If I have insulted
your honor - and I don\'t think I have - it\'s been satisfied. Most of all, I
am *not* going to let you use me to vent your anger on. I don\'t know why it
should shock you that Ranma decided not to pine over you for all eternity.
I do know that the choice is up to Ranma now, and I will respect her choice.
I hope you can as well.\"

Akane let out a shriek of anger and threw a punch at him. He ducked under
it, sprang forward and did a rapid series of somersaults to end up by the
dojo door. He stood, turned, bowed to the center of the dojo, locked gazes
with Akane\'s angry visage, and left.

The air of the yard was surprisingly crisp. Kentaro walked slowly around
the yard, letting the air cool his temper. He hated being angry.

He came to the pool and looked down into it. Some carp could be seen
swimming around it. Ranma had once mentioned how amazed she had been at the
koi\'s durability, considering the number of times bodies fell into the pool.
Kentaro smiled at the memory of her stories. He trailed his hand in the
water, wondering what it would be like to live in fear of being drenched in
water.

He also wondered what it would be like if his fear manifested and stayed
with him for the rest of his life.

Kentaro grimaced, then stood up. In one part of the yard, a board with rope
tied to one end had been driven into the ground. Kentaro went up to it and
began punching it, trying to improve his speed. Once, Ranma had shown him
something of her hand speed. Kentaro had wondered why there hadn\'t been a
sonic boom as a result of her hands flying through air.

He worked out for quite a while, letting the discipline of the Art settle
his mind. If only he could find a way to work out all day.

\"Kentaro-san, breakfast.\" Kasumi\'s pleasant voice drifted into his ears.
He stopped his current exercise to look up at her on the porch. She was
smiling, her expression pleasant. Ranma had also told him how much Kasumi
had been the soul of the Tendo family. Kentaro could see some of that in
her now.

\"Thank you, Kasumi-san.\" He walked up to her, then frowned. \"Is there a
place I can rinse myself off?\"

Kasumi pointed to a spigot surrounded by buckets and soap. \"You need only
wash your hands, Kentaro-san. Ranma and his father were always coming to
the table right after their workouts. No one will think less of you for not
giving yourself a thorough bath before breakfast.\"

Kentaro chuckled. \"They couldn\'t think less of me anyway.\" He began to
move towards the spigot.

\"Kentaro-san.\" Kasumi\'s voice changed a little bit. Although still
pleasant, it contained a hint of seriousness that somehow demanded Kentaro\'s
attention. \"I know it\'s been difficult for you. Please understand how
difficult it\'s been for us as well. For six months, the family has been
doing everything in its power to get Ranma cured, and to bring him back
to the family. We all assumed that Ranma would be overjoyed at the
thought of regaining his male form and marrying Akane. That didn\'t happen,
and it\'s easy to blame you for that. Not one of us - myself included, much
to my shame - thought that Ranma would fall in love with someone else.
Right now, everyone wants the old Ranma back, and you\'re seen as the biggest
obstacle to that happening.\"

Kentaro considered her words. \"Something I reinforced by my arguments
yesterday.\"

\"I know that you love Ranma. Oh my.\" Kasumi\'s hands fluttered. \"It sounds
strange to say that. I still think of Ranma as a man.\" She stilled herself.
\"It\'s going to take some time for everyone to adjust. Some will adjust
sooner than others. Please be patient with us. This is a good family. They
will come to know you for the decent, respectful, patient man that you are.
In time.\"

Kentaro studied Kasumi. She was smiling gently at him. Somehow serenity
seemed to radiate from her and settle into him. He smiled back at her.
\"Thank you, Kasumi-san.\" He gave her a small bow.

She bowed back to him, then turned and went back into the house.

Kentaro blew out a breath. He went to the spigot and washed his hands.
Akane came up behind him as he did so, and he tried not to look like he was
bracing for an attack. She merely used the spigot herself when he was done.
Kentaro hesitated for a second, wondering whether to try and talk to her.
He decided it was too soon after their last encounter, and breakfast needed
to be eaten. And he was a coward.

Smiling in self-deprecation, he went into the Tendo home, followed closely
by Akane.

He sat down with the door to his back. The whole family was already at the
table except for Ranma and Genma. Everyone began eating silently. Kentaro
wondered whether or not to try and start a conversation, then decided
against anything that might be taken as ingratiating.

There was a loud shout and a crash from upstairs. The shouts continued,
following a trajectory that led from upstairs to the yard behind Kentaro.
A rather large thump was followed by immediate sounds of fighting.

Kentaro\'s first reaction was to be quite alarmed. He was about to jump up
and run out into the yard when he was brought short by the reactions of the
other people around the table. They all had expressions of amusement and
affection, from Kasumi\'s small smile to Nabiki\'s wide grin. Even Nodoka was
smiling and shaking her head.

Kentaro turned in his seat to see Ranma and her father fighting around the
yard. Kentaro blinked, awed. He could see them using some of the moves he
had been taught by Ranma, but mostly they did things quite beyond his
capability. They liked to jump around a lot, attacking in mid-air,
something Kentaro couldn\'t even conceive of himself doing. It reinforced
Kentaro\'s belief that he would never be a worthy heir to the School.

Ranma seemed to be wiping the yard with her father. Genma\'s few attacks
were easily avoided by Ranma, while her attacks connected or forced Genma to
retreat. Finally, Ranma landed a blow that knocked Genma high into the air.
He seemed to be headed for the pond, but Ranma bound over next to the pool
and grabbed Genma before he could land in it.

\"Ain\'t got room at the table for pandas, Pop.\" Ranma\'s speech patterns
were quite rough, something she slipped into sometimes when she was working
out or particularly stressed. \"Damn, you\'re out of shape. You may wanna
work on your conditioning before our evening session. I plan to beat the
hell out of you then, too.\" She grinned at him.

Genma grunted. Ranma set him on the ground. They made their way to the
house. Just as they were stepping onto the porch, Genma grabbed Ranma\'s gi
and sent her flying across the yard. She hit a tree rather hard, bouncing
off of it to land in a heap on the ground.

Kentaro\'s eyes grew wide in alarm. Ranma, however, bounced to her feet
almost immediately, looking at her father.

He had turned to follow her flight. \"If you plan to get the better of me,
Ranma, you\'d better remember to never let your guard down.\"

Ranma chuckled. \"Point to you, Pop.\" She took two running steps and sprang
at Genma.

Genma merely stepped inside the house, turning to enter the dining room.
Ranma landed on the porch, cursed Genma good-naturedly for his cowardice,
then entered the dining room. She took a place at one side of the table,
next to Akane. Kentaro couldn\'t suppress a twinge of jealousy even as he
realized that it must have been her normal seat when she lived in the Tendo
home.

Ranma\'s presence seemed to break the ice. Conversation began to flow,
mostly questions to Ranma about college life and the upcoming graduation.
Ranma responded cheerfully, talking about all the things she\'d done during
her storied career at the college. Kentaro kept out of it, and Ranma made
no special effort to include him in the conversation. Kentaro didn\'t mind
so much; it made him feel good to see Ranma so happy. A part of her family
again.

That thought dampened his spirits. Her family. Which seemed to include the
Tendos. That would only happen, of course, if she married into it.

Everyone finally reached a point where breakfast was more or less over.
People began to leave the table. Kentaro\'s offer to help clean up was
politely refused by Kasumi, who thanked him for asking and gave him a smile.
Nodoka touched Ranma on the shoulder. Ranma sobered, and together they left
the dining room.

With nothing better to do, Kentaro wandered back out into the yard. He sat
down on a rock next to the pond. He spent an hour thinking. His thoughts
were going around and around in circles. As frustrating as that was, he
couldn\'t break out of it. There was an awful lot that was going to be
decided in the next few days, regarding subjects he still had trouble
accepting as the situation Ranma was in.

Someone sat down next to him on the rock. He turned to see Nabiki giving
him a critical look. She was holding up a photo album. \"Thought I\'d show
you some pictures.\"

Kentaro blinked in surprise. He wondered what Nabiki was up to. \"Sure.\"

She put the album in his lap and opened the front cover. The first picture
was big, taking up the entire page. It seemed to be an informal family
portrait, taken in the Tendo yard. Kentaro examined the faces. They looked
pretty much the same, just younger. Akane, especially, looked like she
had matured significantly in the years since the picture had been taken.
Her hair was shorter, too.

He studied another face, trying to place it. It looked vaguely
familiar. \"Who\'s that guy standing next to Akane?\"

Nabiki snorted. \"Who do you think it is, Kentaro-san?\"

Realization exploded in Kentaro. Suddenly he had trouble breathing.
Numbly, he examined Ranma\'s picture. She was quite handsome as a man. She
was wearing a red silk shirt that showed her muscles to good effect. She
was grinning confidently, a look he knew very well. The way she stood next
to Akane, even if they weren\'t touching each other, showed familiarity and a
touch of possessiveness.

Ranma. A man.

Kentaro lifted his eyes from the photograph and stared into the sky, his
heart beating rapidly. This was the Ranma everyone else knew. Her female
form had merely been a disguise that hid this man. That\'s why everyone
still referred to Ranma as \"he\"; it was this face they saw when they looked
into her eyes.

It was how Ranma saw herself.

And Kentaro began, for the first time, to doubt the personal pronouns he
used when referring to Ranma.

\"There\'s more.\" Nabiki reached over and flipped the page.

Kentaro didn\'t want to look down but couldn\'t help himself. There were more
pictures of Ranma and Akane. Walking to school together. Sitting at the
table together. Despite himself, he turned the pages. Ranma and Akane at
the beach. There, Kentaro saw the Ranma he knew well. Even wearing a woman\'s
bathing suit, she sat next to Akane on a beach towel, grinning. Ranma
fighting some guy with an umbrella while Akane watched in the background.
Another picture of Ranma as a woman, wearing a kimono of all things and
walking with Akane at a festival.

More pictures of the same, all featuring Ranma and Akane. It was a
skillfully crafted monologue, each picture highlighting the relationship
Akane and Ranma had once had. The last picture was one taken apparently
unawares. In it, Ranma was stepping around Akane in a school hallway. Ranma
had her - his - hand on Akane\'s shoulder, and the look on both of their faces
indicated they were aware of the touch, and that it meant something to them.

Kentaro sighed and closed the album. He turned to look at Nabiki. \"Well
done. Did you spend all night putting this together?\"

The way her eyes flashed told him that he had scored. \"Do you understand
the point?\"

Kentaro nodded. \"Ranma and Akane were once in love.\"

\"Still *are* in love, even if Ranma can\'t recognize it.\"

Irritation rose in Kentaro. \"What makes you so sure, Nabiki-san?\"

She was becoming angry herself. \"Because I know Ranma. He can\'t ever
hide his feelings from me. He still loves my sister. You see the way he
looks and acts around her in those pictures. He\'s still doing it.\"

Kentaro raised an eyebrow. \"And how does Ranma look and act around me?\"

Nabiki grimaced; once again, Kentaro had landed a blow. \"Okay, Ranma
has some feelings for you, I grant that. But that\'s only because he\'s stuck
in that body. Once we get him cured and Akane becomes a viable option, he
*will* choose her. You can count on that.\"

Kentaro drew an angry breath. \"There\'s more depth to our feelings than
you\'re giving us credit for. I didn\'t see Ranma rushing to accept her
engagement to Akane. Do *not* make the assumption that Ranma\'s feelings
for your sister are stronger than her feelings for me. I was there for
her when she was struggling to find a reason to go on living. I didn\'t
see Akane anywhere.\"

\"Akane *wanted* to be there for him. He drove her away. After they agreed
to end their engagement, Ranma withdrew more and more from the family. He
just stayed in his room studying for the entrance exams, and finally moved
away to college. He ran away from us, even if we still wanted to be his
family.\"

Kentaro shook his head. \"You pushed her away as much as she ran away. You
all treated her like she\'d been given an incurable disease. Akane stopped
loving Ranma, unable to live outside her sexual preference and unable to
overcome her homophobia.\"

\"Don\'t you DARE!\" Nabiki\'s shout blew in Kentaro\'s face. She growled and
continued. \"Don\'t you dare judge my sister. It was very difficult for her.
You can\'t imagine it.\" Her eyes narrowed. \"Can you, Kentaro-san? If Ranma
gets cured, will you still love him? Will you want to marry him?\"

Kentaro stared into Nabiki\'s eyes. The moment dragged on for hours. The
fury slowly left her face, but she was still looking at him critically.

Finally Kentaro brought himself to answer. \"I don\'t know,\" he whispered
painfully. He continued in a slightly stronger voice. \"I want to say that
my love for Ranma knows no limits. But there *are* limits, much as I hate
myself for them. I don\'t judge Akane harshly, Nabiki-san. I can\'t say that
I wouldn\'t - and won\'t - react the same way in that situation.\"

It was Nabiki\'s turn to try and respond. Her face softened to the point
where she looked almost sympathetic. \"I\'m... I\'m sorry about all this,
Kentaro-san. You seem like a nice guy. You don\'t deserve what we\'re
putting you through. But please realize, our first priority is Ranma. We
want to do everything we can to make him as happy as possible. The point
I was trying to make here was that such happiness may not include you.\"

Kentaro opened the album and examined one last time a picture of Ranma
and Akane together. \"I want Ranma to be happy too, Nabiki. But I\'m
also going to do my best to make damn sure that Ranma makes the decision
*she* wants to make, not the decision her family wants her to make.\" He
closed the album and offered it to Nabiki.

Nabiki looked at him again. He saw a bit of begrudging respect creep
into her features before she bowed her head, took the album, got up and
walked away.

Kentaro looked back into the sky, wondering if the conversation had helped
him make any progress at all in his internal debate. He went through the
arguments another time, and found that nothing had changed.

Except one thing. Now, whenever he thought of Ranma, he saw a picture of
her as a man, and that picture frightened Kentaro.

***

Graduation was three days away. The intervening days had not been good for
Kentaro. He hovered at the edge of the family, watching and not making an
effort to participate. They, in turn, ignored him, even Ranma. She seemed
to be having a wonderful time reintegrating herself into the Tendo home.

There were still tensions running throughout the family. Genma and Nodoka
barely spoke. Kentaro didn\'t know what had happened between Ranma and her
mother, but occasionally they would look at each other and their faces would
sober. Akane and Ranma danced around each other, playfully recalling
memories of days gone by, while at the same time Ranma kept a careful
distance between them. Akane was, to her credit, patient and understanding.
She didn\'t get mad at him when he pulled away, just waited and tried again.

Genma and Ranma had gone through intensive training. Kentaro would just
watch in awe at the things they could do. He could see the intimacy between
them. No one, not Akane or Kentaro or Nodoka, was as close to Ranma as her
father. Even as they pounded on each other each morning and evening, Kentaro
knew that they were reestablishing ties whose severance had caused them both
a lot of pain. They were both very happy as a result. It seemed that the
best times had come after Ranma and Genma had finished training and spread
the rough joy they felt around the family.

Kentaro was now sitting in the dojo on his sleeping mat. It was early
evening, right after supper. Soun and Genma had started a public shogi
match, with the rest of the family gathering around and shouting strategy
advice. There also seemed to be a concerted effort by everyone to both
help and hinder cheating, with the result that the game had started to
resemble a real-life war. Even from the dojo, Kentaro could hear the
laughter.

The dojo door slid open. A figure entered, and Kentaro struggled to control
his racing heart. This was not going to be fun.

Nodoka bowed to him. \"May I join you, Kentaro-san?\"

Kentaro rose and bowed back. \"I would be most honored, Saotome-sama.\"

They knelt on the mats, facing each other. Nodoka had a carefully neutral
expression on her face. \"I apologize for my rude behavior when greeting you
earlier. You are an invited guest, and deserve more in the way of our
hospitality.\"

Kentaro gave a humorless smile. \"My presence disturbs the harmony of the
household. I apologize as well.\"

Nodoka looked at him for a moment. \"My son tells me that he loves you.\"

She made it seem almost like an accusation. \"I love Ranma as well.\"

\"Do you....\" The words seemed difficult for her to say. \"Do you intend to
marry him?\"

Kentaro grimaced slightly. \"I had hoped to spend this week speaking with
Ranma about our plans for the future. I was going to suggest that marriage
would have some benefits that were well worth considering.\"

Nodoka twitched an eyebrow. \"Not a very romantic proposal.\"

Kentaro nodded. \"I have to tread lightly with Ranma on these kind of
subjects. She tends to have strong negative reactions to them, which I am
only now fully beginning to appreciate.\"

Some of Nodoka\'s composure left her. \"How can you ask this of my son?\" She
wasn\'t exactly barking the questions, but it was close. \"He was born and
raised as a man. Very much a man. How can you ask him to be a wife?\"

Kentaro spoke slowly and carefully. \"The Ranma I know is a woman. As far as
both of us knew, she was going to be a woman for the rest of her life. She
had made certain concessions to her situation. One was the ending of her
engagement to Akane. Another was deciding whether to keep her sexual
preference in the rather unique situation she was in. She decided to try a
new lifestyle with me, because we had become good friends and because I was
willing to be patient with her. It went all right, and even if our...\"
Kentaro paused, wondering whether this was a subject he should discuss with
Ranma\'s mother, then decided that complete openness was necessary at this
point. \"Even if our physical relationship proceeded very slowly and was very
difficult for Ranma to take part of, other aspects of our relationship have
deepened to the point that we\'ve acknowledged love for each other.\"

He paused again, gathering his courage. \"I am in love with the personality
that is Ranma. I\'m still struggling, trying to figure out how that love
would change if she became a man. As long as she remains a woman and wants
to try to live her life as a heterosexual - and by that, I mean being with a
man - I will love her. I will ask her to take the next logical step in our
relationship, a step that\'s widely accepted and offers many advantages.\"
He stopped there.

Nodoka was still angry, he could tell. \"If you love Ranma so much, why don\'t
you let him become a man again and go to China to acquire a woman\'s body for
yourself?\"

Kentaro stared her in the eye, and answered her calmly. \"I\'ve thought about
it.\"

Nodoka\'s anger was washed away by shocked surprise. She stared wide-eyed at
Kentaro.

Kentaro sighed. \"It depends on what Ranma wants. If she loves Akane and
wants to marry her, then it doesn\'t matter. If she loves me and is willing
to stay with me as a woman, then again it doesn\'t matter. If she... if she
wants to become a man and... and still wants me, then....\" He trailed off,
his emotions threatening to overwhelm him. \"Then I don\'t know,\" he finished
lamely. He preferred not to think too much on that subject.

Nodoka looked at him, a curious look on her face. \"You really do love my...
Ranma.\"

Kentaro nodded.

Nodoka lowered her eyes. \"I came here hoping to convince you to step aside
in favor of Akane.\" She looked up at Kentaro again. \"I\'m wasting my time,
aren\'t I?\"

Kentaro nodded again, simply unable to speak.

Nodoka stood up, bowed, and moved towards the dojo door.

\"Saotome-sama?\"

She turned to him. \"Yes?\"

Kentaro wondered if this was wise, but decided to see it through. \"If Ranma
chooses to keep her current gender, or if the kettle cannot be found or is
destroyed, will you object to our relationship?\"

Nodoka examined him thoughtfully. \"Ranma asked me the same question. He
made it very clear that he has strong feelings about you, and does not want
to be placed in a situation where he has to choose between you and me. The
answer I gave him is this: I don\'t know. I have found my son after many,
many years. I do not want to lose him again.\" Her face began to fall, and
she appeared on the verge of tears. \"I love him. Her. Ranma. And yet,
there are parts of me, parts that were shaped by the very traditional manner
in which I was raised and accepted as my own, that cannot condone your
marriage should it take place. I hope that I am not placed into the
situation of having to make that choice. I cannot know how I would answer,
but I greatly fear what the answer would be and what it would do to me and
Ranma.\"

She turned away once again, and left the dojo.

Kentaro tried to breath normally. It was difficult. He was coming to
realize how selfish he was being. He wanted his own happiness, and damn
whatever that cost anyone else. As long as he got Ranma in the end, nothing
else mattered. All\'s fair in love and war.

He tried to argue with himself. All he was doing was making sure Ranma was
given a choice. If she chose to give him up, that was all right, he could
accept that. He just wanted to ensure that Ranma was not forced....

He just wanted to ensure that Ranma was given every opportunity to choose
him.

Kentaro lurched to his feet and staggered to the door. It was stifling in
the dojo. He stepped outside and drew a deep breath, letting the cool night
air enter his lungs and wash over him.

He wandered around the yard and around the outside of the house. The
darkness matched his mood. He didn\'t know what to think about, or how to
feel about the situation he was in. He found himself by the front gate,
and he stared for a while at its doors. Then he turned and began to make
his way around to the back yard.

He stopped when he heard a noise. Someone landing on the roof of the
house. Kentaro stood in the shadows of the side of the house, trying to
figure out who was up there. It had to be Ranma.

As if in confirmation, Ranma\'s voice came floating down. \"Always liked this
view.\"

Another voice answered. Akane. \"I\'ve always liked coming up here just to be
with you.\"

Kentaro pressed himself against the side of the house. Eavesdropping had
been something Ranma had warned him never to do again. He really should walk
away and let them have their talk. But he couldn\'t, he simply couldn\'t. He
needed to know what they were going to say to each other.

Ranma was continuing in a slightly amused voice. \"Really? Seems to me that
half the time I spent up here was because you\'d put me here.\"

Akane laughed. \"Most of the time, you deserved it.\"

\"Maybe.\"

A silence, broken by Akane. \"Have you decided yet?\"

\"I... I don\'t need to, yet. Gotta graduate first, find the kettle second.
Then I\'ll make a decision.\"

Akane spoke in a serious tone of voice. \"That doesn\'t mean you should avoid
the question, Ranma.\"

Ranma sounded serious as well. \"I know. I\'ve been pretending that I *do*
have a choice, and thinking about what I\'ll do. I don\'t know yet.\"

Akane sounded a little accusatory. \"You like being a woman?\"

Silence for a long time. \"Well, you see, it wasn\'t a matter of liking it.
I had to accept it, to move on as if it were going to be permanent. I
remember you telling me that on this very roof.\"

Silence for a while. Then Akane spoke. \"You\'ve got a somewhat feminine
hairstyle.\"

\"Yeah. I wanted to keep the pig-tail, but you told me once that it wasn\'t
very attractive on a woman. I thought about different hair styles.\" She
chuckled. \"I thought about growing long bangs and using the same hair style
you did. Then I realized that doing that wouldn\'t be me, it would be me
imitating you. I didn\'t cut it short for the same reason. So I kept it
simple. Tie the damn thing off in a pony tail, let my bangs grow just a
little bit, and now no one hassles me over my hair and it\'s easy to
maintain.\"

\"Who hassled you over your hair?\"

\"Some of my dorm mates. It\'s not worth going in to.\"

\"Hmm.\" Akane sounded skeptical. \"Did your dorm mates hassle you over your
clothes?\"

\"No. Pants and shirts were sexless enough not to cause too much in the
way of comments.\"

\"Do you have any dresses?\"

\"One. I\'ve worn it twice.\"

Three times, Kentaro thought to himself.

\"Three times,\" Ranma corrected herself almost instantly. \"The funny thing is,
I wore women\'s clothing much more often before... before Herb. Now I... wear
the dress only when... when I start yearning too much to become a man again.
It\'s sort of a reminder to myself that I\'m a woman now. It makes me feel
weird, though. I think that, no matter how long I continue to be a woman,
I\'ll never be able to do certain things.\"

\"I would have thought those \'certain things\' would have included falling in
love with a man.\"

Kentaro kept himself from drawing a big breath, waiting for Ranma\'s response.

\"I would have thought so, too.\" Ranma spoke in a light, casual voice, much
to Kentaro\'s shock. \"Isn\'t that what you wanted me to do, Akane? Isn\'t that
what you meant by \'accepting\' and \'moving on\'?\"

Silence for a while. \"I... I guess I never really thought about it. I...
just thought that maybe....\" Akane trailed off.

Ranma\'s voice contained just a hint of accusation itself. \"You thought that
I would become a nun, living in celibacy until you came waltzing back into
my life.\"

This silence went on for a couple of minutes. Kentaro found his hope rising.
This sounded like it was going in his favor.

When Akane spoke again, she sounded as if she was ready to cry. \"I\'m sorry,
Ranma. I\'ve treated Kentaro horribly, and for no good reason other than the
fact that he dared to fall in love with you after I ended our engagement.
I just never stopped loving you, Ranma, in some way. Now that a cure is in
sight, I want you back. And, and it\'s just... *right* that you choose me
over him. It\'s more... natural, more true to the way you were born and
raised. With me, you\'d never have to struggle with yourself, never try to
be something you aren\'t. You\'d be able to relax and be yourself.\"

Ranma spoke after a short pause. \"Akane, what will you do if we can\'t find
a cure? Will you still want me? Want to marry me?\"

\"That\'s... that\'s not going to happen. We\'ll find the kettle and you\'ll use
it to return to your old self.\"

Ranma\'s voice hardened. \"Answer the question, Akane. Will you still love
me if I\'m a girl for the rest of my life?\"

\"Ranma, I... I told you that I... I never stopped loving you.\"

\"But you couldn\'t marry me. Whatever love you felt for me, it changed into
something that made you break our engagement. Now it\'s evidently changed
back into the marrying kind of love. Will it change again if the kettle is
destroyed?\"

Kentaro was certain that Akane was crying. \"Ranma, please. This isn\'t a
question we need to consider. The kettle is there, it\'ll work, you\'ll be
a man again.\"

\"Dammit, Akane.\" Ranma sounded angry. \"Do you know the number of times I
was *sure* I had found a cure for my condition? Each time, the \'sure\' thing
turned out to be a bust. So I want to know: if it doesn\'t work, will you
want to marry me?\"

Akane began to sob. The sobs were muffled after a few seconds, either
because she was covering her face with her hands or Ranma was holding Akane
to her.

After a few minutes, Akane spoke up again. \"I\'m s-sorry Ranma. I\'m weak, I
know that. I w-want you as a man. I want to marry you when you become a
man. I\'m sorry that I can\'t... do the things necessary to love you as a
woman. But p-please, don\'t disregard me because of this. Would Kentaro be
able to love you if you were a man?\"

Ranma sighed. \"I\'m not going to get into that conversation with you. That\'s
between me and him. And I\'m not counting you out, Akane. This isn\'t a
contest between you and Kentaro, no matter what everyone seems to think.
It\'s more a question of who I am, and who I want to be.\"

Akane\'s crying seemed to have stopped. \"Then... who are you, Ranma?\"

\"I\'m a guy!\" Ranma spoke sharply, quickly. \"No matter what adjustments I\'ve
made in my current life, my image of myself is still a man. It\'s who I am
inside. Not a day has gone by in the past six years that I haven\'t wished
that I could be a man again. Since you mentioned the possibility of a cure,
I can\'t stop thinking about it. About how much I want to be a man again.
Every day, every hour, every second, there\'s a part of me that\'s thinking
about how great it would be to be a man.\"

\"Then... that means that if we find the kettle....\"

\"Akane, don\'t jump to conclusions. There\'s also a part of me that\'s in love
with Kentaro. I don\'t know what to do about it. I can\'t just cast him
aside. He means too much to me. But he may not have a place in my life
if... if I make certain choices. The part of me that\'s so excited to be a
man is also repelled by the feelings I hold towards Kentaro. I\'ve done a
good job so far of walling that part of me off, but now that a cure is
possible, that part of me threatens to break down the walls and make me fall
out of love with Kentaro.\"

The hope Kentaro had been feeling crashed down into the pit of his stomach.

Akane spoke tentatively. \"And... and is there a part of you that... that has
any feelings for me?\"

\"Hell, yes. When I saw you outside my apartment, it suddenly felt wrong to
be holding Kentaro\'s hand. I felt... guilty. Like I was cheating on you.
I\'ve been wondering about that. I realized that I never let you go in my
heart. I walled off my feelings towards you as well. They\'re beginning to
break out of their prison. Every time I see you, the walls crack a little
more. It\'s getting to be like the days of old, when sometimes the sight of
you would fill my heart with joy and take my breath away.\"

\"Oh, Ranma.\" Akane\'s voice sounded close to tears again, tears of an entirely
different nature.

\"Remember what I said about conclusions, Akane. It may sound like two to one
for you and against Kentaro. However, he\'s done a hell of a lot for me in
the past three and a half years. I\'d hate to think what my life would have
been like if he hadn\'t been there for me. And there\'s a big part of me that
hates to think of living my future life without him.\"

Ranma sighed, audible even from where Kentaro stood. \"It\'s a hell of a mess.
I keep playing games of \'what-if\'. What if Nabiki and her friend hadn\'t
been able to track down that damn kettle. What if the battle had gone just
a little differently with Herb, and I could have recovered the damn kettle
before it was buried. What if I had never gone to China. What if I had been
born a girl in the first place. What if I\'d never been born at all.\"

\"Ranma!\" Akane sounded shocked.

Ranma chuckled. \"Don\'t worry, it\'s nothing like that. It\'s just mind games.
I eventually discovered that \'what-if\' is a game you can\'t possibly win. I
think I learned that lesson three years ago, with a little help from you and
Kentaro. The game\'s changed, however, to \'now-that\'. Now that a cure is
possible, what to do. Now that my mother knows, how to deal with her. Now
that you\'ve expressed a desire to marry me, how do I feel about you and
Kentaro. It\'s a fascinating game. Unfortunately, the damn consequences are
all too real.\"

\"Ranma.\" Akane sounded incredibly sad. \"We were just trying to make you
happy. Give you what we thought you wanted. I\'m sorry that we ended up
torturing you like this.\"

\"Don\'t be.\" Ranma sounded firm. \"I\'m glad. At long last, I\'ve got a choice.
If - and this is a big \'if\', don\'t forget - if we can find that damn kettle,
I can finally choose to live life the way *I* want to live it. No matter
what kind of hell it puts me through now, in the long run it\'ll be better,
healthier for me to have been given a choice and to have decided for myself.
In the long run, I\'ll be happier.\"

There was a pause before Ranma spoke again. \"I hope.\"

After yet another long pause, Akane spoke quietly, so softly that Kentaro
barely heard her. \"I love you, Ranma. No matter what, I love you.\"

Kentaro held his breath waiting for an answer. When it came, it was
thankfully non-committal. \"I know.\"

No more words were spoken. Kentaro stood in the shadows, standing absolutely
still despite the discomfort it caused him. In a way, the pain was helpful.
It distracted his mind from the more painful things it was thinking.

Finally, after perhaps thirty minutes, Kentaro heard movement from above.
Then there came a thump from the back yard, and the sound of people walking
on the porch and entering the house.

Kentaro stood for another couple of minutes, very afraid that Ranma would
search for him and yell at him for eavesdropping again. Eventually he could
ignore the pain no longer, and walked quickly to the dojo, stretching muscles
along the way that were perilously close to cramping.

He prepared for bed in the darkness of the dojo. He lay on his sleeping
mat, staring up at the murky heights of the ceiling. His mind was still
buzzing. More and more, a sense of doom was pervading his thoughts. He
had a very strong feeling that this was a battle he could not win. Ranma
wanted to be a man again. She was reforging ties with people who thought
of her as a man. Ranma was rediscovering a love that Nabiki had shown
Kentaro was quite strong. And there was a part of her, the part of her
that was still a man, that was repelled by Kentaro.

That hurt. A lot.

He had to be fair, though. He knew that his best chance of staying with
Ranma lay in the chance that she would be deprived of the choice she so
desperately wanted. There was a dark part of his mind that hoped she
wouldn\'t get a choice, that the Kaisuifuu was destroyed. That depressed
him as much as anything else.

Kentaro had no idea how much time had passed when he heard the dojo door
slide open. He looked up and was able to make out a shape in the darkness.
He knew that shape in an instant. \"Ranma.\"

She slid the door closed behind her. She walked silently over and knelt
next to his sleeping mat.

Kentaro raised himself on one elbow, trying to make out her face. \"Ranma?\"

She leaned forward and stroked his hair. She brought her head to his and,
for the third time, began a loving kiss with him. Kentaro was surprised
and delighted. He reached his free arm over to hold the back of her head.

The kiss went on forever. Finally, Ranma broke the kiss, reached for the
blankets covering Kentaro, hesitated for a few seconds, then slid underneath
them. She pressed herself against him and began kissing him again, with a
ferocity he\'d never experienced before with her. He found himself responding
in kind. He rolled on top of her, and she put her arms around him, stroking
his back and playing with the T-shirt he wore when sleeping. She began to
move it up his back.

Suddenly a sense of wrongness cut through the fog in Kentaro\'s brain. He
snapped his head back and rolled off of her, throwing off the blankets and
springing to his feet. He was breathing heavily and shaking horribly.

Ranma seemed to be having trouble breathing herself. \"Wha- what\'s wrong?\"

He looked at her, at the very desirable shape lying in his bed. \"Why are
you here?\"

\"Huh?\" She sounded quite surprised. \"Why... why do you think I\'m here?\"

Kentaro felt the doom again. \"Have you decided not to go after the kettle
after all?\"

\"No!\" Her response came very quickly. She paused, and continued in a calmer
voice. \"I haven\'t made up my mind yet.\"

Kentaro\'s heart began to sink again. \"Then why are you here?\"

He could see her shake her head. \"Because... because I\'ve missed being alone
with you. Because I love you and want to show how much I love you. Because
I think you need my company right now.\"

\"Because you think that in a few days I may be deprived of your company?
Because you think maybe I need a going-away present?\"

He stared at the shape that was Ranma. It didn\'t move. After long minutes,
it got silently out of his bed and moved towards the door.

Ranma opened the door, then turned to face him. \"Kentaro, I\'m sorry.\"

Kentaro wasn\'t sure how to respond so he didn\'t. After a moment, Ranma
turned and left the dojo.

Kentaro sank to the floor, his back to the wall of the dojo. He moved his
eyes to the sleeping mat where Ranma had been only a moment ago. He
touched his lips, remembering how they felt pressed against Ranma\'s. He
spent the rest of the night realizing that he would almost certainly never
taste her lips again.

When dawn came, he began packing. It didn\'t take long. He walked out into
the yard, taking another look at how beautiful it was. He entered the house,
wanting to leave a note. He felt a bit of relief at seeing Kasumi walking
down the hall to the kitchen. Talking to her seemed less cowardly.

She heard him enter and turned to face him. Her eyes widened slightly at
the sight of his suitcase. \"Oh dear, are you leaving, Kentaro-san?\"

Kentaro nodded. \"My parents and older sister are coming for graduation. I
need to prepare for their arrival. Please, tell Ranma that... that I will
see her at graduation.\"

Kasumi nodded gravely. \"Will you be coming with us to find the Kaisuifuu?\"

\"I...\" He had thought that he wouldn\'t, but found himself reluctant to say
it out loud. \"I don\'t know.\"

\"Please do, Kentaro-san. Ranma depends on your presence for so much.
Whether or not we find the kettle, Ranma will need you to be there.\"

Kentaro couldn\'t help smiling slightly. Ranma had always told him that the
one person she had never been able to resist was Kasumi. Kentaro was
beginning to understand why. \"Okay, Kasumi-san, tell Ranma I will be going
with you to the mountain.\"

Kasumi\'s smile was like a bit of light trying to illuminate the blackness he
was feeling. \"Shall I give Ranma your love?\"

Kentaro actually gave a single laugh. Ranma had also told him how Kasumi
would try to subtly guide the people around her. This time, it was a little
obvious. \"You\'d better not. This... isn\'t the right time.\" He bowed to
her. \"Thank you for your hospitality, and thank the rest of the family as
well. I apologize for my abrupt departure. Please, tell everyone... tell
everyone that I\'m sorry for having been such a disruption.\"

Kasumi\'s smile faded away. \"I will do no such thing. The disruption did not
come from you, Kentaro. Never apologize for being in love. The only things
we can judge you on is your actions, and they have been exemplary.\" She
paused for just a second, then plunged on. \"If it comes down to it, I think
you and Ranma would make a good match. I would be happy to see you married.\"

Kentaro couldn\'t help the genuine smile that spread across his face. \"Thank
you. That means a lot to me.\" He bowed one more time, then turned and
left before Kasumi could do any more damage.

Kentaro left the Tendo home. Most of him did, anyway. He left a large part
of his heart behind. The emptiness inside him grew the further away he got
from the house. He never looked back.

***

Graduation came and went. What should have been a highlight of Kentaro\'s
life was instead one of the most depressing times he had ever experienced.

He tried to put on a cheerful face for his family, but they weren\'t fooled.
It wasn\'t hard for them to figure out the source of his depression, either.
Ranma had been a frequent visitor when Kentaro had spent his semester breaks
in Okinawa. The entire family had come to like her very much, and it had
become traditional for them to ask about she was doing when they called him.
The past few times, his mother had made suggestions about Ranma\'s future
that Kentaro had been very glad Ranma hadn\'t heard.

His family had been very supportive, giving him comfort and avoiding the
obvious blunders like, \"You\'ll find someone else.\" They had instead tried
to distract him with discussions of graduate school, and how much money he
was going to make when he became a surgeon. Kentaro was grateful for their
presence.

He managed to avoid meeting Ranma or her family most of the time. While
filing in with the other graduates, he thought he saw Nabiki pointing a
camera at him. He\'d watched as Ranma walked across the stage to pick
up her diploma. She received a big cheer, being captain of both the soccer
and gymnastics team, as well as being renowned for the martial arts classes
she taught. She smiled and waved at the crowd, and Kentaro felt a warm
glow inside him. No matter what happened, seeing her happy always made him
feel good.

After graduation, while everyone was milling around the lawn saying their
good-byes, she walked up to him. They stared at each other for a moment,
each with neutral expressions.

Finally Ranma spoke. \"We\'re leaving tomorrow around eight. From the train
station here in town. It\'s a bit of a journey, of course. We\'ll probably
be a couple days getting there and back.\"

Kentaro nodded. \"Okay. Eight, then.\"

They looked at each another moment. Ranma began to turn away. Kentaro
practically flung himself at her, and they hugged each other tightly.

\"Congratulations on your graduation, Ranma-chan,\" Kentaro whispered.

She tightened her grip, threatening to crack his ribs. \"You too,
Ken-chan.\"

They separated. Ranma practically ran away, and Kentaro watched as she
disappeared among the press of people. He wondered whether he should have
said or done something differently, and decided that everything had already
*been* said and done. It all depended, now, on what happened the following
day.

He told his family that he was going to stay behind for a couple of days,
and that he would meet them in Okinawa. They understood, and each wished
him luck.

Kentaro got absolutely no sleep before arriving at the train station. The
entire Tendo and Saotome clans were already there. Judging by Ranma\'s
looks, she hadn\'t gotten any sleep either. Nor had Akane for that matter.
Kentaro and Akane exchanged neutral looks, and once again he got the feeling
that there was nothing more to be said. They were past all that now, past
the hostility and moralizing.

The train ride was completed in silence. At the train station closest to the
location of the Kaisuifuu, Nabiki filled a thermos with hot water, muttering
something about \"Just in case\". Kentaro wondered why but found no energy to
ask.

Kasumi remained behind with Tofu, her condition making a hike up unstable
rock unwise. They went to secure lodging for the night, Kasumi first
giving Ranma a hug and wishing her luck.

The hike was another good couple of hours. Light mist warred with the
sunshine for dominance. It seemed to match Kentaro\'s rapidly fluctuating
moods. A side-effect of the battle was a rainbow that arched over the
remains of the mountain in front of them. Kentaro tried to find some
sort of symbolism and failed to come up with anything compelling.

Finally they reached a spot where Nabiki stopped them and examined some
photos. She turned to show one picture to Ranma. \"Okay, this is it.
We need you to do the Ryoga thing here and here. If that doesn\'t work,
here as well.\"

Ranma examined the picture and the terrain carefully before nodding. She
sent everyone well upslope and to the side.

The rain had stopped. The air was clear, and the wind was still.
Kentaro got the feeling that the world was holding its breath in
anticipation of this moment.

Ranma stood over a point on the rough terrain. She cried and struck the
rock. Nothing happened except that some flakes flew from the surface.
Ranma frowned and tried again. This time a small crack appeared.

Ranma took a step back. \"Damn. It looks so easy when Ryoga does it.\"
She probably didn\'t mean for her words to be heard, but they carried well
in the still air. Ranma took position once again and struck the rock with
another shout. The crack got a little wider, but nothing significant
happened.

Ranma blew out a breath. \"Come to think of it, he always was stronger
than me, even before.\" She made a fist and held it in front of her face,
studying it closely. Then she lifted her first two fingers and held
them rigidly in place. After a moment, she looked down at the rock,
examining it intently. She took a couple of practice swings at the rock,
her extended fingers brushing the surface, then nodded. She drew her
hand back, held it in position, then struck the rock with her loudest
shout yet.

This time the effect was dramatic. Chunks of rock flew everywhere. Kentaro
ducked reflexively, then looked in alarm for Ranma. She was curiously
untouched by any of the shrapnel. She was standing in the center of a large
crater.

Ranma nodded to herself in satisfaction, then leapt out of the crater. She
landed about ten meters away. She looked around and changed her position
slightly. She looked over at Nabiki, who was examining the photographs.
Nabiki gave her a thumbs up.

Ranma shouted and struck the rock. As before, nothing happened the first
time. Ranma drew her hand back, shouted, struck.

And the mountain gave way.

Kentaro fell backwards onto his seat. It felt like an earthquake. He
managed to catch Nodoka as she fell towards him.

The rocks below and to the side were sliding away from the rest of the
mountain. Kentaro looked for Ranma and couldn\'t find her. His heart
started pounding, fear for Ranma greater than any fear he felt for himself.

The landslide ended sooner than he expected. The ground stilled, and
Kentaro quickly set Nodoka on her feet and examined the jumbled terrain.

\"Ranma!\" Kentaro\'s voice was echoed almost perfectly by Akane\'s. They
glanced at each other, and Kentaro saw his fear reflected on her face.

They quickly made their way to the landslide. Kentaro and Akane began
working their way through the rock, working together to get over some
difficult parts. Other voices upslope were shouting Ranma\'s name, and
Kentaro strained to hear a response.

He heard another shout, and the sound of more rock exploding. He glanced
at Akane, sharing a measure of relief with her. They worked further down
the rock.

Rounding a particularly large boulder, they found Ranma working her way
into a newly-formed chasm. She disappeared from sight, and Akane lunged
after her. Kentaro sprang after Akane and grabbed her just before she
fell into the chasm. Akane shoved him off, but stayed on the chasm\'s edge.

Kentaro looked down with her. Ranma had dropped to the floor of the chasm,
about three meters down. She was digging at the floor. Ranma growled and
swung her fist back. Before Kentaro could tell her to stop, she shouted
and struck the rock. The ground exploded, and Kentaro looked frantically
around for signs of the rock slide starting again. Some of the boulders
shook, but stayed in place.

A cry of triumph cut through the air. Ranma pulled something out of the
loose rubble at her feet. She shouted again, incoherently, a sound of pure
joy, of desire fulfilled, of wish come true.

Ranma leapt out of the chasm. She barely glanced at Akane or Kentaro as she
continued to leap upslope. \"Nabiki!\" She disappeared from sight.

Akane and Kentaro glanced at each other. Once again, he could see the shock
he felt in her face as well. They began retracing their steps, trying to
get back to the main group as quickly as possible.

Rounding the big boulder again, Kentaro could see Ranma holding an old,
dusty kettle in front of Nabiki. Nabiki had opened the thermos of hot water
and was pouring it into the kettle.

Akane ran towards the group. Kentaro stopped where he was, unable to accept
what he was seeing. The bad part of his mind took over, hoping against hope
that whatever Ranma was about to try didn\'t work.

Nabiki took the thermos away. Eagerly, Ranma lifted the kettle, the spout
over her head.

Kentaro wanted to shout, to stop her, to tell her he loved her and that she
didn\'t need to do this, that they could be happy forever and ever and that
the kettle didn\'t exist and that magic didn\'t exist and all that mattered in
the whole world to him was *her* and that life would have no good meaning
without her and that he loved her and please don\'t....

Before he could force his mouth open, water came out of the kettle\'s spout
and drenched Ranma.

And Ranma... changed.

She grew taller, bigger, wider across the shoulders, narrower across the
hips. Her face became more rugged, angular. Her chest, no longer
encumbered by certain secondary sexual characteristics, showed good
muscle.

Kentaro fell to his hands and knees, unable to breathe. The shouts of
happiness and joy from the Saotomes and Tendos washed over him. Nothing
existed but the image of what the woman he loved had become. The shock
of it tore at his sanity.

Tears fell from his eyes and splashed the rock below him. Ranma was gone,
lost to him. She\'d made her choice.

He tried to calm himself down. You knew this would be her choice. You knew
this was what she wanted. You saw it three days ago; why should it
surprise you now?

His body began to shake with the force of his sobs. Ranma had been so happy.
So excited. So eager. The three years of their relationship had not even
been worth a second of hesitation as she had lifted the kettle over her head.
Kentaro had thought that he had meant more to her than that.

A lie. All a lie. The talk about being unsure what she would choose.
The uncertainty she\'d shown at the dining room table that first night back
at the Tendo home. Maybe she\'d only been lying to herself. But when she
found the kettle, she knew what she wanted to do, and had cast him aside
as easily as one throws away a pair of pants that no longer fit.

My God, Ranma. I loved you. How....

He would not be bitter. He would not disparage their entire relationship so.
What they had shared had been wonderful, good, enjoyable. It had just not
been able to compete with her desire to become a man again. He should be
able to understand that.

To hell with understanding. He just wanted Ranma back.

Still sobbing, he got to his feet. He turned and began to run down the
slope, not much caring whether or not he fell and broke his neck.

\"Kentaro!\" An unfamiliar voice, shouting his name with concern. Her voice.

*His* voice.

Nearly choking on his own sobs, Kentaro fled.

***

Kentaro flipped through the textbook. He felt like a freshman again. Back
to the basics, to required courses before being able to branch out into
subjects that interested him. He was expected to learn a lot, quickly.

He sighed and let the textbook fall closed. He looked around the apartment.
It was actually fairly decent. A bit of a ride from school, but that was a
small trade-off. The bigger problem was that it was quite expensive. He\'d
been hoping that Ranma would be able to share expenses. He\'d made some
unwarranted assumptions, and he was going to pay the price.

Kentaro grimaced. Thoughts of Ranma crept up when he least expected them.
Six weeks had not been nearly enough time to get over her. It had to be,
however. He needed to focus on school, get to his internship in relatively
good shape, learn to control his feelings. Things were going to be rough.

It would have been nice to have someone to share the rough times with.

Kentaro shot to his feet so quickly the chair fell over. He grimaced and
set it back on its feet. He needed control.

He stood in the middle of the room and began a kata. A simple one, mostly
just to show balance and control. Never mind that she had taught it to him;
it still was a great way to relax and focus his mind at the same time.

Kentaro went through the kata three times before he reached a sense of
relative equilibrium. He looked around the apartment again, cataloguing
the many small jobs he still had to do today to make the apartment more
livable. Many of the packing crates were still being used as ersatz
furniture and storage units until he could somehow scrape up some money to
afford the real stuff. He could at least rearrange it all to make it
somewhat more aesthetically pleasing.

He began shuffling the boxes towards one wall, with the thought of making a
kind of bookcase out of them. He was interrupted by a knock at the door.

Kentaro sighed. He was not in the mood to deal with people today. He
thought about ignoring it, but they had almost certainly heard him moving
around. He didn\'t want to be thought of as a rude recluse.

Kentaro went to the door and opened it.

It was one of those moments where his brain simply could not accept the
sight his eyes were relaying. He\'d had plenty of those moments in the past
few months, and thought he was above them now. Evidently not.

He did manage to keep from gaping. After a moment of staring, he stood back
from the door. \"Would you like to come in, Akane-san?\"

\"Thank you, Kentaro-san.\" She stepped in, not taking her eyes off of him.

Kentaro closed the door. He wondered what was going to happen. Oh no, not
a personal invitation to the wedding. He didn\'t think his sanity could
handle that.

Akane got to her knees, leaned forward and touched her head to the ground.
\"Marumoto Kentaro-san, I offer my humblest apologies. I treated you
disrespectfully and dishonorably. It was unworthy of me, both as a member
of the Tendo family and as a disciple of the School of Indiscriminate
Grappling. Do with me as you will, for it is no less than I deserve.\"

Kentaro couldn\'t help feeling irritated. She was carrying graciousness in
victory a little too far. With considerable effort, he schooled his thoughts
and emotions. \"Get up, Akane-san. I... I saw hints of who you really were
when we worked together to find Ranma. I know that you were in a difficult
situation, one that put a lot of... unusual pressure on you. I take no
offense at your behavior, I accept your apology, and I ask that you put
this misunderstanding behind us and think no more of it.\"

Akane rose. To Kentaro\'s surprise, she was smiling. \"Ranma said that you
were incredibly patient, understanding, and forgiving. I can see that, too.
Which makes your behavior back at the mountain so hard to understand.\"

Kentaro\'s jaw dropped open. He was flabbergasted. \"*My* behavior? In
what way was.... How could you....\" He stopped, started again. \"What
the hell are you talking about?\"

Akane was examining him closely. \"Nabiki thinks it was because you didn\'t
know.\"

Kentaro\'s mind raced, trying to figure out what he \'didn\'t know\'. \"Okay,
I give up. What was I supposed to have known?\"

Akane spoke slowly, carefully. \"That the Kaisuifuu did not remove Ranma\'s
curse. It simply unlocked it. He still becomes a woman when splashed with
cold water.\"

Kentaro gasped. Horror washed over him. \"Y-you mean she... she hadn\'t made
her choice yet?\"

Akane nodded, curiously satisfied by Kentaro\'s reaction. \"It had always
been his intention to return to manhood if he could. For him, it was
simply a matter of choosing how to spend his life after getting the curse
unlocked.\"

Kentaro sat on a nearby crate. All the horrible things he\'d thought about
Ranma, how he\'d been shaken by the apparent ease of Ranma\'s decision - he
should have remembered that *nothing* was decided that quickly by Ranma.

Kentaro began to shake with realization. By a simple matter of
miscommunication, for not stopping and letting Ranma explain herself, he
had left Ranma with no choice but Akane.

Just when he thought he couldn\'t feel any worse. He got up, stumbled to
the kitchen, and poured himself a glass of water. He drank it down quickly,
trying to steady himself. It didn\'t help much.

Akane had followed him. She was leaning against the door frame, eyeing him
critically. \"It\'s another thing I have to apologize to you for. When Ranma
saw you running away, I didn\'t give him a chance to go after you. I grabbed
his face and gave him the most passionate kiss I could.\"

Kentaro put the glass into the sink. \"I... I guess a student of the School
learns to... take advantage of any opportunity.\"

\"Oh, shut up. Get off the cross, Kentaro, somebody needs the wood.\"

Kentaro was surprised, not only by the words but by the good-natured, teasing
way in which they were delivered. He shook his head, unable to understand
what was going on.

Akane smiled sadly. \"When I kissed Ranma, at first he didn\'t respond. Then
he began to kiss me back. Then he shuddered.\"

Kentaro blinked. \"What?\"

\"He shuddered.\" A look of pain crossed her face. \"He broke it off and stared
at me in the strangest way. I couldn\'t tell you which of us was the more
shocked.\"

Akane looked down. \"I need to explain this to you, Kentaro-san. Need to tell
you what happened. We walked back down the mountain, and Ranma stayed in a
state of shock. He kept rubbing his lips and staring off into space. I\'d
expected him to be happy, exulted. Instead he was pensive. Shocked. Like
he\'d fallen into a cursed pool all over again.\"

Akane sighed, filled with emotions Kentaro could appreciate. \"When we got to
the motel, he and I shut ourselves in his room and talked. He tried kissing
me again. He didn\'t shudder, but he didn\'t exactly get into it, either.\"

Akane looked up, and her eyes were wet. \"I asked him what was wrong. He told
me... he told me that he wasn\'t in love with me anymore. That too much had
changed in him. That he wasn\'t the person he was six years ago.

\"I convinced him to give it a try, that it was too soon. We went back home,
and for two weeks he tried. He really tried. He likes me a lot, but... but
he doesn\'t love me.\" Tears began to fall down her cheek. \"He had all sorts
of trouble with the little things. Holding my hand. Kissing me. He had a
lot of trouble with kissing. He\'d stare at me with this stunned expression
on his face, like he couldn\'t understand why he wasn\'t enjoying it.

\"More than that, though, our relationship had changed. He couldn\'t get
past the feeling of being abandoned. He understood the decision I made,
and even agreed that it had been the right thing to do, given the
circumstances. But he couldn\'t just pick up again and pretend like it
had never happened.\" She quirked a corner of her mouth. \"Besides, there
were... other considerations.\"

Kentaro hardly dared breathe. He didn\'t want to think anything, didn\'t
want to make any assumptions. Tentatively, he tried to help her out.
\"Are you okay, Akane?\"

She gave him a brave smile. \"I will be. There was a lot that was wrong
with my behavior. Ranma pointed out to me before we went on our little
expedition how self-centered I was being, just assuming that he would fall
for me once I made myself available. This experience is probably good for me.
I learned quite a bit about anger, arrogant presumption, and self-control.\"
She chuckled. \"I also learned a heck of a lot about love and sexuality,
although I don\'t see much application for it outside of other Jusenkyo-cursed
people.\"

Kentaro grunted. \"Yeah.\" He paused, and spoke regretfully. \"Akane-san,
I - \"

\"Don\'t apologize, Kentaro. You behaved fine. You fought for your love in a
manner that managed to impress everyone in the family. Even Ranma\'s mother,
which is no small feat. You know no blame for my lost opportunities.\" She
managed another smile. \"In fact, you\'re helping me a lot. You set an
example for me to follow.\"

Kentaro shook his head. \"I didn\'t set a good example back on the mountain.\"

Akane snorted. \"Kentaro-san, cut yourself the same slack you give everyone
else. You didn\'t know all of the facts, and made some logical assumptions.
Ranma understands. You should, too.\"

Kentaro drew a shaky breath, no longer able to refrain from asking. \"What
happened to Ranma?\"

Akane looked at him thoughtfully. \"Well, after he and I had several long,
painful talks, we approached our parents and told them we had agreed that
there would be no marriage between us. His mother took it poorly, because
she had so wanted our families to be united. His father suggested a
compromise, one that I\'m sure he got from Tofu. He suggested that the Tendo
family formally adopt Ranma and name him as the inheritor to the dojo.\"

Akane chewed her lip thoughtfully before continuing. \"I won\'t bore you
with the long discussions that followed. I had the best claim on the dojo,
but I\'m not particularly interested in it. I\'ve got my own job, my own
apartment, my own career. I kinda gave up on totally focusing my life on
martial arts when Ranma first showed up, anyway. In the end, everyone
agreed and Ranma\'s mother was even somewhat happy with it. Ranma is now
a Tendo, and is planning on taking over the dojo very soon.\"

The Tendo dojo. In Nerima, a good three hours by train from Kentaro\'s
apartment. Possible, anyway.

He chastised himself again for making assumptions. \"How soon?\"

Akane smiled, this time with warmth colored with amusement. \"As soon as
he\'s decided what to do with you. He\'s waiting outside to speak with you.\"

Kentaro\'s heart skipped a beat. Despite himself, he began to hope.

Akane\'s smile widened. \"I take it that look means you wouldn\'t mind talking
with him. I\'ll go get him.\" She straightened, wiped her eyes, and bowed.
\"I look forward to meeting you again, Kentaro-san. Perhaps we can train
again together, now that I\'m not so... annoyed with you.\"

Kentaro chuckled. He bowed to her. \"You are a good person, Akane-san.
Ranma has always spoken so highly of you. I can see why she fell in love
with you. I, too, look forward to continuing our friendship. Yours is a
friendship, I think, that should be highly prized.\"

They held their bows for a moment. Finally, Akane straightened and moved
towards the front door. She opened it and spoke in a low voice with someone
just outside. She smiled, with a lot of warmth and friendship. She then
said one more thing before moving out the door and away.

Kentaro held his breath, waiting.

Ranma stepped in. He was carrying a duffel bag over his shoulder. He
closed the door and looked evenly at Kentaro.

Kentaro fought to maintain his composure. This was Ranma in front of him.
He was the... person Kentaro loved. Yet, Kentaro had trouble getting past
the fact that this was a man in front of him. A man. The person he wanted
to marry. Kentaro tried to get those two facts to stay in his head at the
same time and found that he was unable to do so.

Ranma smiled slightly. He wrinkled his nose. \"Is that smoke I smell?\"

Kentaro gaped at Ranma. Then he began laughing. Ranma joined him, and
they chuckled together for a few seconds.

Kentaro sobered. \"Damn, Ranma. It *is* you.\"

\"Yeah. Me. I always told you I was a guy, and that if the kettle ever
appeared I would use it in a second.\"

Kentaro frowned. \"You told me that three years ago. I had hoped that things
had... changed a little in the meantime.\"

Ranma shrugged. \"Maybe a little, but not much. I am a guy. That\'s my
identity, the one I was born and raised with. I ain\'t much willing to let
it go.\"

Kentaro felt his heart begin to sink into his stomach. Again. \"Even for
love?\"

Ranma looked Kentaro in the eye, his face deadly serious. \"Do you love me,
Kentaro?\"

Despite how much Kentaro\'s mind was reeling, he had an easy answer. \"Yes.
Yes, I do love you, Ranma.\"

Ranma maintained his serious expression. \"Well, I love you too.\"

The world stood still for a moment.

They stared at each other. Kentaro felt an oppressive weight on his shoulder
such as he\'d never known before. For all his thoughts about love
transcending the limits of sexuality, for all that he had asked Ranma to
change her - his - sexual preference, Kentaro found himself unable to accept
a relationship where both he and Ranma were men.

Kentaro tried to work moisture back into his mouth. \"So what do we do about
that?\"

Ranma raised an eyebrow. \"I don\'t know what *we* do about it. But here\'s
something to think about.\" Ranma set the duffel bag on the floor and opened
it. He pulled out a small cask of water. \"While I was trying to get
myself cured six years ago, I went on an expedition to China. It was me,
Ryoga, Mousse, Shampoo, and Pop. We found Jusenkyo, and Ryoga, Mousse, and
Shampoo got themselves cured. Unfortunately the magic of the ladle was
stronger than the magic of the springs - they didn\'t work for me. Pop for
some reason chose not to get cured.\" Ranma grimaced when he said that.
\"Mousse and Shampoo stayed in China. Ryoga came back with me and Pop. I
brought some Jusenkyo water with me, just in case I might need it.\"

Ranma set the cask on the floor, then tapped it with his fingers to open
it. \"This contains Nyannichuan - Spring of Drowned Woman. If someone were
to drench themselves with it, that person would turn into a woman when
splashed with cold water. That person could still become a guy when doused
with hot water, so it wouldn\'t be like that person be giving up their current
gender forever.\" Ranma crossed his arms and stared at Kentaro.

Kentaro began to shiver. What price love?

Kentaro tried to imagine being a woman. He shuddered despite himself. He
couldn\'t. He was a man.

And yet, it was what he was asking of Ranma. To become a woman for him, to
submerge her - his - male half. How could he expect Ranma to make a
sacrifice Kentaro himself couldn\'t make?

It was easier for Ranma, though. She - he - had been years stuck in her -
his - female form.

Kentaro shook his head. That was unfair. It *hadn\'t* been easier for Ranma.
In fact, Ranma had suffered tremendously before finally regaining male form.
Kentaro should be able to understand that Ranma wanted to keep that form as
much as possible.

Kentaro bent down and picked up the cask. He held it in front of him,
staring down at his reflection in the turbulent water. What price love?

He thought about Ranma, about the woman he had come to know. The grace of
her form, the openess of her character, the integrity and honor that earned
the respect of everyone around her. The patient teacher, the understanding
friend, the fun buddy - even the reluctant almost-lover.

Kentaro wanted that person in his life. He needed that person, and he would
not lose that person again, not if there was anything he could do about it.

Before he could think any thoughts that might argue otherwise, Kentaro
closed his eyes and dumped the water on himself.

His mind and body went numb. The first thought to cross his mind was, Good
God, what have I done? He\'d just cursed himself. The school had accepted
a man into their graduate program; how would they react to a woman showing
up? What about his parents, his family? He supposed he could be a guy
when we went to school and went to see his parents, and be a woman at home
for Ranma. What about marriage? Could he get his parents to ignore what
gender he was at a wedding ceremony? And - he shuddered again - what about
children?

Kentaro tried to come to grips with what he\'d just done to himself, and
failed utterly. He was panicking, and beginning to wonder if it hadn\'t been
a horrible mistake. Ranma. Ranma would get him through this. He\'d done this
for her. Him. It *had* to be worth it.

Kentaro slowly opened his eyes. Ranma was grinning widely at him, showing
equal parts amusement and affection. Kentaro couldn\'t help feeling a little
irritated. What the hell was so funny?

Bracing himself, he looked down.

He blinked and looked again.

He was still a he. Still a man.

He looked up at Ranma, too stupefied - and relieved - to be angry.

\"I\'m sorry I lied to you.\" Ranma tsked and shook his head. \"And frankly,
I\'m disappointed in you, Kentaro. Really, what possible reason could I
have for bringing Nyannichuan back with me? So I could curse someone out
of spite?\"

Kentaro finally got his brain to work. \"It was that other stuff. Spring
of Drowned Man.\"

\"Nannichuan. What a difference a letter makes, eh, Ken-chan?\"

Kentaro looked at Ranma. \"You brought this back with you in case your
curse got unlocked, didn\'t you? Wouldn\'t this have... made your male
form permanent?\"

Ranma nodded. \"Yup. Before this day was out, you were going to use it...
or I was.\"

Kentaro stared at Ranma. His brain had had enough for one day and decided
to shut down.

Ranma grinned and took the cask out of Kentaro\'s frozen hands. He went
into the kitchen, where Kentaro could hear it being filled with water.

Ranma walked out of the kitchen to stand very close to Kentaro. \"You\'ve
already made a mess on the floor. May as well try to keep it all in one
place.\" He dumped the water over his head.

Kentaro was glad that his mind was not working right at the moment. He
had a feeling it would have not appreciated seeing the change one more
time in reverse.

And then, suddenly, a different part of his brain did start paying
attention. It noticed that something had *changed*. That there was now
a *woman* standing very close to him. That woman was someone he loved,
who also loved him back.

As other parts of his mind began to function, he suddenly realized that
Ranma had made a choice. That she had given up something that had once
been very valuable to her. All for him.

His spirits began to soar, in a way they hadn\'t when Ranma had, as a
man, admitted that she still loved him.

Kentaro\'s mind worked at high speed, trying to figure out why it was so
different now that Ranma was female. The feelings should be the same no
matter gender Ranma was. Yet there was something he\'d held back when
Ranma had been a man just now.

Kentaro explored it a little further, and realized it wasn\'t the gender
so much. He hadn\'t been sure what Ranma had expected from their
relationship now that she\'d had her curse unlocked. Now, after weeks of
uncertainty, he had his answer. Kentaro *knew* that a future with Ranma
was possible, in terms they both could accept. It was that knowledge
that was lifting his spirits right now.

\"Oh Ranma.\" His voice was a dangerous whisper. \"Are... are you sure
about... living like this?\"

She smiled at him lovingly. \"As sure as you were about trying to live
this way, too. I think we both needed to know that.\"

Kentaro tried to work that out. She had him there. \"Why both of us?\"

\"Me, so that I know you\'re willing to make concessions to our love. So
far, I\'ve been the only one making sacrifices. I needed to see if you
were capable of giving something up as well. Also to make sure that
you truly understood what I went through. You need that knowledge too,
so that you never have cause to doubt my love for you.\"

Kentaro paused, considering that. There was a lot of wisdom in that.
He might have come to question how Ranma could love him as a woman when
she was born and raised as a man and had a male form she could take. By
undergoing the process that allowed him to reach the same decision, he
would never have cause to believe she was incapable of loving him.

Yet, he still had to ask. \"You said that you thought of yourself as a
guy, that that was your identity. Was that a lie, too?\"

Ranma shook her head. \"No, it\'s true. I have a very strong identity as
a guy. However, the image I have of myself when I\'m with you is that of
a woman. And I like myself. I like myself very much when I\'m with you.
Enough so that I\'m willing to spend almost all of my time as a woman, just
so that I can be that person. I hope you can understand that sometimes I
need to be a guy. That if I *do* become a guy once in a while, it doesn\'t
mean I love you less.\"

Damn, she was very wise, too. There were still things to discover in
her. Now, at last, he would get the chance, free in the knowledge that
this was what they both had chosen, and that there were no lingering
regrets, no yearnings for things that could never be.

Then he looked into her eyes, and saw the love there, and every other
thought was banished. He began to lower his head.

Smiling, Ranma drew her head back. \"Akane thinks you want me to have
children.\"

Kentaro blinked. \"Huh? Where\'d she get that idea?\"

\"Well, you were talking about how you were only the temporary heir to
the school, and you started to say where you thought the true heir would
come from. You stopped yourself and wouldn\'t tell her. She thinks that
you were going to say that our children would be the ones to carry on the
School\'s teachings.\"

\"Um... well, yeah, that\'s what I was thinking. I, uh, had planned to
bring it up in a slightly better fashion.\" He looked at her closely.
\"What do you think about it?\"

She grimaced. \"Well, we\'ll have to talk about it. For now, I think the
thing we need to work on is getting Mom to accept our marriage.\"

Kentaro nodded. \"Yeah, she and I talked a little about that. It *is*
going to be difficult, but I think if we work together and are patient
with her, we....\" He trailed off, suddenly realizing what Ranma had just
said. \"What?\"

Ranma chuckled, a low throaty chuckle he\'d never heard from her before.

Then she reached her arms around him and kissed him. It was the fourth
time she\'d been the one to start something physical between them, and
Kentaro realized that it was time to stop counting, that the events of
the past few weeks had obviated the need for such counting.

Ranma broke off the kiss after a moment and stared into his eyes. \"Hmmm...\"
Her voice was low, husky. \"I like this. I think I definitely like this.
It\'s so much more enjoyable now that it\'s something I\'ve chosen to do,
rather than something I forced myself to accept. I can do this for the
rest of my life, as long as you\'re the one I\'m doing it to. There\'s no
damn koi on my breast, either. It must really be love.\"

Kentaro stared at her in confusion. \"Koi on your breast? What...?\"

She shut him up in the one way guaranteed to get his attention.

osanai hi wa nan ni demo When I was very young,
fushigi wo sagashi-dasu koto ga dekita I could search for wonder.
marude sore ga eien ni As if it were eternal,
owaranai ka no you ni It seems like it will never end.

aoku nijinda On the walkway of time,
toki no hodou de Blurred in blue,
moshi mo anata ga mayotta toki wa If you should get lost,
sou omoidashite ne Remember
ai to yuuki kureta The love and courage given by the
ano oka ni kakaru niji wo Rainbow resting on that hill.

otona ni naru ni tsurete Everyone changes as they grow up to
minna kawatte-yuku Become an adult.
shounen no kokoro no KYANBASU zutto Always keep drawing on the canvas of
egaite-ite Your boyish heart.
anata ga ima no mama de So that you keep shining
kirameite-iru you ni Like you are now,
itsumade mo itsumade mo Forever and ever, I want to
sotto mi-mamotte-ikitai Softly watch over you.

taiyou no nioi da ne There\'s a sunny smell
anata no yume mo SHATSU mo Even in your dreams and in your shirt.
kibou ni michita hitomi wa subete Filled with desire,
kagayaki ni kaeru Your eyes become all a-gleam.
dakara taisetsu-na yume o So never give up your
keshite akiramenaide Precious dream.
oozora ni habataku chikara to yuuki Keep the ability and courage to fly
mochi-tsuzukete To the heavens.