Chaos1
by Nikholas _Chaos_ F. Toledo
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This is a demented story brought about by spending time with perverts.  
Nah, just kidding.  What you're about to read is simply a work of my 
chaotic mind with all those swirls of black and blue merging to form a 
sea of weird ideas.  By the way, this is my first fic, so please pardon 
whatever typos and inconsistencies I have.
Anyways, this fic is brought to you by Nikholas "Chaos" F. Toledo and of 
course, Uncle Mich, I mean, uh, "Switch" (one of those wonderful people 
who exposed me to more anime and Nihonggo), and inspired by Rumiko 
Takahashi's "Ranma 1/2" (obviously).
Kore wa atashi no daisuki na uta:  (to the tune of "Zettai! Part 2")
	Hentai hentai anata wa totemo hentai hentai
	Anata wa baka to okama desho 
	Hentai desho.
Ja ne!
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	It was a sunny morning in Nerima.  The inhabitants of the Tendo 
Dojo were eating the hearty asagohan that the eldest of the Tendo sisters 
had made.  
	The pig-tailed girl was absent-mindedly picking at her food.  
<Why does it have to be like this?> she asked herself.  Beside her was a 
giant panda pawing happily at the fishcakes, growling at what the head of 
the dojo was saying.  Opposite these were the Tendo sisters.  
	The eldest (the one who prepared the meal) was smiling contentedly 
as she observed her sisters' and her father's and the panda's 
appreciation of the meal.  
	The middle sister poised the chopsticks in mid-air before slipping 
the piece of fish into her mouth.  She made sure that her food wouldn't 
stain her uniform.  Besides that, she didn't want to waste a succulent 
piece of fishmeat.  
	And, lastly, was the youngest Tendo, chomping everything down like 
a growing young man.  <I wonder what all those freaks in Furinkan High 
see in this tomboy?> the pig-tailed girl asked herself.  <She's such a 
slob.  Such a dumb tomboy.  A macho chick who can be dumber than a 
brick.>  The red-head sighed.  <Why should I even bother thinking about 
her?  Duh!>  
	With that, she proceeded to finish off her meal with lightning 
speed.  
	These kids should hurry or they'd be late.  The three of them 
sensed that, and so, they finished at the same time.  Nabiki was first to 
get out of the household, followed shortly by Akane and Ranma.  
	Kasumi smilingly waved at the two.

	It was physical ed class, so the girls of Furinkan High were 
already getting into their sweatshirts and gym shorts when they all felt 
this odd chill in the air.  They all felt that something was watching 
them.  
	Akane realized that she knew what it was, but she wasn't sure.  She 
glanced at Ranma.  Ranma was also looking at her and seemed to be 
thinking the same thoughts.  
	<What the hell?> Ranma thought.  <Something creepy's out there...  
it couldn't be...>  Ranma shrugged.  Whatever it was that bothered her, 
she just shrugged it off.  She knew that it couldn't be what she was 
thinking.  Then again...
	Akane saw that shadow of worry that passed Ranma's face for a 
fleeting second.  <Seems to me that we're both worried about the same 
thing,> Akane said to herself.  
	The other girls didn't seem to mind.  They were chatting about 
Kuno's phoenix, Kodachi's latest move in martial arts gymnastics (they 
apparently had a competition coming up soon and it would really help to 
have some spies) and other things that really have no relevance 
whatsoever to our two worried friends - Akane and Ranma.  
	WHOOOSH!!! - A gust of chilly winds opened the girls' lockers one 
at a time with the speed of light!  
	"NANI SORE???" Ranma exclaimed.  She felt a powerful aura.  It was 
a person with strong chi.  
	She didn't think of the others.  She felt that she has to chase 
this so-called thing.  Until she stopped this thing, only then would she 
only know what on earth it was.  
	She ran madly at this thing: over the lockers, amidst the flurry of 
feminine articles, while the other girls were screaming and flailing 
their arms in a state of panic over the unseen.  As their cries increased 
in decibels, the "thing" or "wind" increased its speed.  Ranma 
desperately fought to keep up with this thing.  
	Akane was doing the same.  And the weird part was that chasing 
after this "thing" really seemed so familiar.  The speed, the style of 
its attack on their locker room -- what could it be?  It was already two 
and a half years since they last experienced such an attack and they 
haven't had any ever since. 
	She slammed against the closing doors of the lockers thrice and got 
several nasty bruises for that but she was compelled to catch that thing.  
However, she wasn't that fast anymore so she couldn't keep up.  Besides, 
she was already full of bruises.  She couldn't stand the pain anymore.  
It was a long time she had such a chase.  She didn't know where in the 
school she was already chasing the thing after a while. 
	Ranma felt so tired but she couldn't stop chasing after this thing.  
She didn't understand her reaction.  It seemed like a reflex action of a 
sort.  She didn't see that she was already chasing this thing outside 
their campus.  Everything around her already seemed like a blur since she 
started chasing that thing. 
	Akane was so tired of chasing the "thing".  So tired that she 
didn't see...
	A TREE!!!
	"NOOOO!!!" Ranma screamed.  
	BAM!

	"Watch where you're going!" Ranma screamed at Akane.  Akane's body 
was sprawled over Ranma's.  They collided chasing that thing, whatever 
the hell it was.
	"Well, watch where you're going too, Ranma!" Akane retorted, 
standing up.  She put her hands on her hips.  "As if you knew where 
you were going.  You were chasing 'it' as blindly as I was!"
	Ranma, of course, wouldn't admit that.  "Oh yeah?  How sure are 
you, Akane?  How would you know?"  Ranma stood there, with her hands on 
her hips as well.  The two girls were glaring at each other.  Both of 
them hated the way they handled this.  They were chasing that thing 
blindly.  Like it was what was called a 'wild goose chase' or something 
like that.  Crazy, huh?  Well, here they were, trying to place the blame 
on the other.  But they knew that they couldn't.  Ranma as a girl 
couldn't run as fast as she could when he's a guy.  Akane, on the other 
hand, couldn't run as fast because she's not doing much training anymore.  
	"Now what?  That thing's gone!"
	Akane felt like it was her fault.  Ranma sounded as if she was 
putting the blame on Akane.  That wasn't true.  How could it have been 
her fault?  She tried.  <Who does he think he is?  He wasn't able to 
chase it either so how could Ranma put the blame on me?  That's crap.> 
Akane thought.  She was nearly in tears.  She turned her back to Ranma 
and ran away.
	<Now what did I do?> Ranma tried to figure out what she did wrong.  
<Duh, Akane!>  Ranma just shook her head and started to walk away.

	Kasumi was slicing carrots when Akane came into the kitchen.  Akane 
looked forlorn, as if she felt that a ton was on her shoulders, or if a 
knife was stabbing her heart, or if she held a block of ice for several 
hours.  Tears were brimming in her eyes.  
	<I wonder what happened in school today.  Did Ranma do anything?> 
Kasumi asked herself.  "Hi there, Akane," Kasumi smiled.
	"Hi, Kasumi," Akane said.  She half-heartedly smiled at Kasumi.  
"Can I help you cook supper?" Akane asked.  She had this puppy-dog look 
in her eyes.  <The kind of look when they're really sad.>  
	Kasumi thought that, with this mood, Akane might actually be able 
to cook better because she didn't have enough energy to spend on chopping 
vegetables.  Then again, it might actually bring them more trouble.  A 
sad Akane is simply a sad Akane who needs their care and encouragement.
	"How about if you just go into your room and rest, Akane?" Kasumi 
suggested.  "You look rather tired.  I'll just bring you a snack later, 
okay?"
	Akane shrugged.  "Whatever you say."  She went out of the kitchen. 
	<Maybe Kasumi thinks that I might ruin our supper so she asked me 
to go into my room.  Nah.  Kasumi's not like that,> Akane said to herself 
as she walked.  <A nap would probably help me.>  
	She changed her clothes then started to get into the bed.  <That's 
funny.  Some of my blouses and skirts aren't here.  Kasumi wouldn't wash 
them because I haven't worn them in two weeks time.  Maybe I'm just 
tired.>  
	A light breeze entered her room.  She slipped under the covers of 
her bed and slept.

	Kasumi was fixing some tea when Ranma entered the kitchen.  
	Ranma looked puzzled.  "Hello there, Ranma," Kasumi said.  
<Something was up.  Now I really wonder what happened in school today,> 
Kasumi said to herself.
	"Hiya, Kasumi," Ranma replied.  "What's that you're fixing?"  It 
was obviously tea but Ranma was at a loss to make good conversation with 
anyone that day.  <Dumb question,> Ranma told himself sternly.
	Kasumi smiled at her.  "I'm making tea for Akane.  Would you like 
some, too?"
	"Never mind."
	"You're sure?"
	"Yeah."
	"Okay," Kasumi just shrugged it off.  Ranma seemed awfully quiet.  
	She wondered if the two had a quarrel or something.  Probably.  
They usually did.  Ranma's got this sad look on her face.  She felt that 
Ranma somehow blamed Akane for something that afternoon.  As usual.  
	Lately, they had been getting along well, except for a few spats 
here and there.  They were looking more like fiancé and fiancée nowadays.  
Ranma (even though she's a girl) hangs around Akane like this blackguard.  
Kasumi found it sweet and rather gentlemanly of Ranma.  This, however, 
she did not tell the two kids.  They could think that she was going 
crazy.  
	Well, she was going crazy, trying to figure out when these two 
would finally admit their feelings for each other.  It was a game in the 
Tendo Dojo since Ranma came in with his dad.  
	Kasumi shrugged and smiled to herself.  <Whatever,> she thought and 
placed the teacups and the teapot on a small black lacquer tray.
	"I'll do that, Kasumi," Ranma offered.  "I'll bring that to Akane."
	"Thank you, Ranma.  That's so nice of you."
	"Nah.  I just want to check on her."  Ranma turned her heel and 
went to Akane's room.

	"This is just so weird..." Akane mumbled.  She couldn't really 
sleep.  <Dammit.  What the hell is eating me?  For crying out loud!> 
Akane scolded herself.  
	There she was, already comfortable in her soft bed, yet all she 
could think about was that afternoon's events.  
	<Crap.>  Akane didn't want to think about it anymore.  The more she 
tried to understand what the crap was wrong with Ranma, or her, the more 
she wanted to wrap herself in the bedsheets.
	A soft knock was heard. "Come in," Akane said.
	"Hi, Akane," Ranma said.  "Kasumi made you tea and she still has 
lots to do, so I offered to bring you this."  She looked at Akane.   
"So... you don't mind?"
	"Mind?  Why should I?" Akane uttered.  She sounded withdrawn.  
Akane was half-lying on the bed, her back turned to Ranma.  <How could he 
do this to me?  Going into my room at a time like this!> Akane thought.  
<He's really crazy.  Such a jerk.>
	"Hey, I'm sorry, Akane.  I'm telling you that I'M SORRY.  Akane, I 
just think that you could've been more careful about that thing that we 
chased this afternoon.  That's all," Ranma told Akane as he sat down on 
the edge of Akane's bed.  She looked at Akane and cursed herself.  Why 
couldn't she be more tactful?  Why can't she be more caring?  Why do the 
things that she really wanted to tell Akane not seem to come out right?  
<Ranma Saotome, you are getting crazy!  You don't know how to act around 
your fiancée!> was the sentiment that echoed in his mind.  It made his 
head throb in pain.
	Akane didn't know what to say.  It seemed that Ranma was putting 
some extra effort into being nice to her.  Akane turned around to look at 
him and saw him fidgeting.  <He's actually fidgeting.> Akane said to 
herself.  <Does he really mean to be nice to me?>  
	She looked at him squarely.  Ranma met her gaze.  Whatever.  
	This was strange.  They were feeling something for each other.  (Or 
were they simply realizing this?)  
	They continued to stare at each other, wondering whether or not 
this was really happening.  To actually hear Ranma say those nice words 
in that manner - to see Akane looking so sad that Ranma would like to 
give her a warm hug to make her feel more secure - 
	<How I'd like to see Akane very happy!> Ranma thought all of a 
sudden.  
	<You're not such a jerk, Ranma,> Akane wanted to tell Ranma then 
and there.  
	And these kids didn't even notice how the gap between them grew 
smaller.  
	Ranma looked into Akane's eyes.  She saw her female form reflected 
in them.  She shook her head.  <I can't.  I shouldn't,> Ranma scolded 
herself and softly said, "Akane."
	Akane's heart leaped with that "Akane" that Ranma said.  It was 
probably the way that he said that.  She felt so warm all over.  "Ranma," 
Akane said.  "It's okay, really.  It was my fault."  
	Ranma wished she was a guy that moment.  She was thinking very much 
like a guy, with the wants of a growing boy.  She wanted to feel Akane 
beside him, in his arms or her arms around him.  But Ranma's girl form 
made her feel like such a pervert.  They were still there, staring at 
each other, all alone in Akane's room.  It was a tricky situation.  
However, Ranma couldn't stand the turmoil inside her: her pride was 
warring against what her body dictated.  She had to do something about 
this.  
	He patted her cheek and whispered, "Akane, I shall take care of you 
no matter what it takes."  He walked out of her room.
	Akane could still feel the light pressure of Ranma's fingertips on 
her face.  She closed her eyes.  She couldn't believe what Ranma told 
her.  It seemed so wonderfully real, though.  <I think that I'm 
dreaming... Something's wrong with me,> her conscience dictated.  She 
took a sip of Kasumi's tea then slept with a ghost of a smile on her 
face.

	Someone's happy about the things that he got from the day's raid.  
Hmmm... pink, yellow, red, white, lilac...  Some of them are lacy, some 
of them just plain cotton...  He was washing them in the Tendo backyard.  
The panda or the master of the dojo?

	"It's Master Happosai, Father," Kasumi said when her father asked 
who it was who came to visit.
	The little old man entered the dojo, breathing in the aroma of 
whatever Kasumi was preparing.  His sense of smell was truly sensitive, 
so he even figured out whatever it was that was chef's discretion with 
what Kasumi was cooking.  Soun welcomed him.
	"Master Happosai!  How kind of you to give us a visit after all 
these years!" Soun exclaimed, but in his mind was another idea: <What is 
he doing here again?  The neighborhood will think that the Saotomes and I 
are big perverts!  With him raiding their laundry for lingerie...  For 
goodness' sake, Master, stop it.  You're so sick.>  With that last line, 
Soun wanted to vomit.  
	"Saotome!  What on earth are you still doing with that panda bit?" 
Master Happosai told Genma, giving him a strong poke at the knees.  
"Can't you stand there like a man?"
	"Gwowrr gwowrr..." Genma the panda replied.  He didn't like seeing 
the master either, after all the hard training they underwent when they 
were teenagers and all the trouble that he caused when he last came to 
Nerima.  The panda just growled and growled.  The little old man went 
into the kitchen.
	"Ah!  Seems like Kasumi's still the same.  A good cook still!" 
Happosai tasted the sushi and teriyaki that Kasumi prepared that 
afternoon.  "Dr. Tofu's a lucky man."  The Master winked at Kasumi.
	Kasumi blushed.  She thought that Dr. Tofu was a one in a million 
men - so kind and patient.  But she didn't say that out loud.  The men 
probably knew it by now.  
	"We can eat now, Father, Uncle Saotome and Master Happosai.  We can 
call Nabiki and Akane for supper now."  She turns on her heel and calls 
her sisters for the meal.
	Master Happosai was smiling to himself.  For more reasons than one.

	Kasumi had gotten used to checking the household's locks late in 
the night so that she wouldn't get lock anyone out of the house.  The 
truth was that she didn't really like it, but she had to do it that way 
for everyone's sake and peace of mind.  
	Tonight, the Master was in residence, so she did that later because 
she knew that the Master will be out very late "doing things."  
	Kasumi was walking towards the front door when she heard noises.  
	<That's odd,> Kasumi thought.  <Where's it coming from?>  
	She groggily turned her head and spied her surroundings.  
	<Where is it coming from?>  She shrugged.  <I'm probably imagining 
things.  I'm so sleepy.> 
	Kasumi yawned then she just went on her way to the front door.  She 
locked it then she checked the other doors.  <That's odd.  I wonder 
what's bothering Master Happosai.  His light is still on.  Maybe the 
noise comes from there.>  No matter how sleepy she was, Kasumi was able 
to go to Master Happosai's room.  
	She was outside his room.  She listened to the sounds that Happosai 
created with a bunch of clothes.  At least that's what she supposed, 
because it was a rustling-of-the-cloth kind of sound.  She didn't know 
why Happosai would make such a noise in the middle of the night.  
	Could it be because he didn't like the bed sheets, like they caused 
skin irritation or something?  That was crazy.  Kasumi washed the 
bedsheets well, so it couldn't have been that.  That was why Kasumi 
assumed that it was clothes that Happosai used to create those 
noises.  
	She peeked dazedly into Happosai's room.  
	"Hahahahahaha!" Happosai was laughing to himself.  He was 
surrounded by lingerie and other feminine articles of clothing.  He was 
more than happy.  He was *ecstatic*.  He felt like drifting into the 
clouds because of the ton of lingerie that he had with him.  He counted 
what he had.  He even sorted them by color and by type (lacy or not).  He 
had this big mirror in front of him and he could clearly see the big 
smile on his face.  
	What Happosai didn't know was that Kasumi was quietly observing him 
with her mind, which was spinning.  He didn't realize that Kasumi saw him 
trying on the brassieres for size.
	Master Happosai usually wore the brassieres on his head.  And now 
he's actually trying it on for size.  <I must be very sleepy.  I think 
I'm imagining things> Kasumi's conscience warned her.  And... can it be 
that Kasumi was seeing Happosai wear Akane's blouse?
	<Akane's blouse feels so comfortable.>  It was silken but not 
exactly silk.  It was powder blue with a bow by the neck.  Happosai felt 
so great wearing them.  He envied Ranma because he had more chances of 
wearing these in public because he transforms into a girl.  Right now, 
due to Cologne's techniques, Ranma and Genma couldn't change back into 
human with hot water because they would go itchy all over.  
	What's the point of going back to your normal self when you 
couldn't do anything about the itchiness?  You'd look like a fool going 
around scratching yourself.  Dr. Tofu was still trying to look for the 
reverse of this shiatsu but to no avail.  
	Anyway, Happosai paraded around the room preening himself, telling 
himself how good he looked in Akane's blouse.  The next thing he did was 
wear some other girl's white skirt.  <Oooh, Happy.  That looks really 
nice on you!  You beautiful creature!>  Happosai smiled to himself in 
front of the mirror.  Then he danced around.  (He was wearing some little 
girl's sandals.)  He was singing softly so as not to disturb the ones who 
were already asleep.  Theoretically, that meant everyone.
	Kasumi was getting more and more worried about her eyesight.  Could 
it be that she already needed glasses because she's seeing things?  Or 
maybe it was psychological help that she needed?  She didn't know for 
sure but what she was seeing was something like the greatest pervert of 
them all parading in his room in girls' clothes.  He even wore the 
lingerie.  Was that why he steals lingerie?  Because he wants to wear 
them?  Why would he wear them?  Does that mean that he's...?  <That's 
crazy, Kasumi,> she chided herself.  <He's the Master of the Anything-
Goes Martial Arts.  He can't be okama!  Kasumi, go to sleep...>

	Kasumi was once more preparing a meal.  Another asagohan.  Akane 
woke up early and volunteered to help her with it.  In a short while,  
Ranma entered the kitchen as well.  She wanted to help Kasumi, too.  
	Kasumi could sense that whatever friction Akane and Ranma had the 
before was settled because the two were happily peeling the potatoes.  
Akane even seemed to pare them right.  
	<At least they've settled things,> Kasumi smiled to herself, happy 
for her sister and Ranma who are beginning to realize and show their true 
feelings toward each other.  However, she, Kasumi, still doesn't know 
whether she simply had the weirdest dream the night before or what.  Next 
time she'll keep herself alert and more inconspicuous when closing the 
doors at night.

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This is weird.  I don't know how and why I wrote it this way.  Probably 
because I'm so depressed??? (Birthday blues, I suppose.)
Duh.  Beats me.