"Nightmares of a Different Nature"
Ranma 1/2 Fanfiction
Jonathan Ng <jonathan@worldy.com>

Ranma 1/2 and its respective characters are owned by Rumiko Takahashi
Publishing Rights go to Shogakukan Inc. Tokyo, Jademan (Holdings) Ltd.
and Viz Inc. for Japan, H.K. and North America, respectively.

<> indicate thoughts

Revision History:

v0.1
First Draft

"Nightmares of a Different Nature" v0.1

-Ranma has a nightmare...

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onna-Ranma stood up.  She was clad only in her boxer shorts.  Hundreds
of male Fuurinkan students, hungry for lust, were surrounding her.  She
instinctively tried to cover herself, with no success.

"What are you doing?  I'm a guy!  A guy!"

The students gave no response.  They just advanced towards her.

Panicked, Ranma started to fight the guys off.  She tore the clothes
off one student and covered herself with them.  <God, what is driving
these guys?>  She then hopped on the heads of other students.  <I didn't
know there were _this_ many male Fuurinkan students.  They seem to be
brainwashed or something.>  She saw a tree, up ahead.  She jumped for
it, stepping over more students' heads.  <It isn't easy when they move
all the time.>  The thing was, it was a long way to the tree.

She finally reached it, jumping towards the nearest branch.  She grabbed
it... and it snapped, sending her plummeting towards the earth.

More Fuurinkan students advanced toward her, tearing her uniform off.  
In another panic-induced burst of adrenaline, she leapt towards the 
tree.  She started climbing up, ignoring the effects of the bark
on her skin.  She's too worried to care.  She scrambled up the extremely
tall tree, not stopping until she reached at least 3 meters off the
ground.  The students scrambled on top of each other to climb the tree.
A few of the made it up the tree, but fell down after about a meter.  
The others just stood there, like mad dogs, waiting for the cat to fall 
off the tree.

Ranma just sat on the tree branch, panting.  She shivered 
uncontrollably.  <This isn't a long term solution.  Where's an idea
when you need one?>  The boys close to the tree were trying to knock
it down.  <The tree's strong enough to hold for oh, about five hours?>

That's why she was surprised when the tree came falling down a minute
later.

"Whoa!" She yelped as the tree came falling down.

<They couldn't be _that_ good!>  She thought, as a new kind of panic
ran through her.  As the tree fell down, she propelled herself as
far as she could.  She turned at least five somersaults as she jumped.
When she fell down, she bowled over at least a dozen more boys, but
they kept coming at her, full of energy.

<Time to try this last trick.>

"Moko Takabisha!" She could feel the confidence flare up as she fired 
the chi.  As the boys came at her, she twisted in a spiral, directing 
her hot chi and forcing cold chi within her.  When she came at the 
center, she corkscrewed, yelling, "Hiryuu Shouten Ha!"  

The whirlwind rose.  The boys were startled, but kept on coming.  They
were promptly blown up by the giant whirlwind.

Ranma collapsed in a crater created by her Hiryuu Shoten Ha.  Yet more
boys came.  A wave of fatigue hit her.  She tried to fight for 
consciousness, but it was no use.  Black was nibbling at the edge of
her eyes.  She didn't resist as the boys groped her, fondled her... yet 
she managed to scream.

			* * * * *

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Ranma woke up, his dream over.  He was covered in sweat.  He shivered
uncontrollably in his futon.  His father, in panda form, just raised
a sign that said "Be Quiet."

He tried to calm down.  <It was just a dream... it was just a dream...>

Happousai stood a few feet away, grinning.  He was holding a bucket of
water.  Cold water.  "Now would you comfort an old man by being a nice
little girl?"

He tossed the contents at Ranma, and glomped onto her.

All of Nerima heard a loud, high-pitched scream.
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Author's notes:
Just something I thought up on a whim.  Please don't kill me.  It was
only his dream :)

C&C Welcome as always (in any form)

April 19, 1998



Jonathan Ng
jonathan@worldy.com