Subject: [PFML] [Ranma][spamfic] Jusenkyo Map 2000
From: belldandy@angelic.com
Date: 1/1/2000, 12:27 AM
To: ffml@fanfic.com


        Well Y2K decided to hit me early, hehe.  Okay, really it was 
just bad luck.  My car died, and I've been stuck at my parent's 
house since Christmas waiting on repairs.  Lucky for me, I've had 
new chapters of A Change Of Scene, Hearts Of Ice, Lines Of 
Destiny and Girl Days (among other nifty things) to keep me 
busy.  I've also completed Chapter 9 (very rough mind you) of 
Muyami Academy, which is off to my prereaders and can be 
found on my web page at http://members.xoom.com/bellchan/

        In the meantime, since I didn't want to clutter the FFML 
with an annoying status report, I've cooked up one of my silly 
spamfics to drop on everyone.  Hope you enjoy it!

Jusenkyo Map 2000

Mark Allen Davis / Miko

        Ranma stared at the computer screen and read the e-mail 
displayed there for the tenth time.  He felt like jumping about and 
screaming at the top of his lungs, but something inside held him 
back.  He'd been burned far too often and now kept his hope 
carefully caged, even when good fortune threatened to smash the 
bars and let it soar free.

        "I thought you might be interested," Nabiki said with a 
characteristic half-smile.  "It's not every day you get a letter from 
the Jusenkyo Guides."

        "I prayed that the flooding would eventually recede," Ranma 
said, "but I didn't dare to hope...."  He paused.  "Nabiki, can you 
print this map out?  Please?"

        Nabiki smiled sweetly.  "Why, of course, Ranma!  For a 
1,000 yen fee...."

***

        Mousse carefully set his glasses on the bridge of his nose, 
and studied the map silently.

        He glanced across the valley, filled with its many pools.   
Haste and lack of forethought had always been his undoing, but 
this time, he was going to get everything right.  Once he was a 
man again, and rid of the curse forever, he could concentrate 
solely and completely on winning Shampoo's hand.

        Briefly, he wondered again why she had run ahead without 
him.  Did she really not want to travel with him?  Did she hate 
him so much?

        But then, he realized that she probably wanted to be whole 
and cured, and waiting for him when he climbed out of the 
nannichuan pool... yes, of course that was it.  She really was 
thinking of him, after all, he reasoned.

        He wove his way between the pools, taking each step on the 
marshy land in between with great care.  He continued to study 
the map.  As he grew nearer and nearer to his goal, the excitement 
inside him grew greater and greater, threatening to burst out like 
an overripe grape.

        His concentration was so great that at first he did not notice 
the voices coming from up ahead.  When he finally noticed, he 
adjusted his glasses and stared in to the distance.

        Two very familiar men were standing by one of the pools.

        "Ranma?  Ryoga?" he called out.

        The two boys turned to greet him.

        "Mousse!" Ranma said.  "We were just about to jump."  He 
paused, then said, "After all these years, maybe it's best that we 
all do it together."

        Mousse nodded, and took his place beside his two fiercest 
opponents.  "On the count of three," Ranma said.  "One, two...."

        As the three leaped forward, they heard a familiar voice 
carry across the valley.

        "Aiya!  Ranma!  No jump in that one!"

***

        "Oh!  Very bad!"  The fat man in the rumpled suit began to 
sweat.  "Daughter," he called out, "you e-mail maps already to 
list of customer that fall in cursed spring?"

        Plum walked into the room carrying a stack of folded 
towels, which she set on the table.  Her father was in the corner, 
bent over his old computer, which he'd been fussing with since the 
day it had arrived.

        "Yes, Father," she said.  "I sent each person on the list a 
copy of our new, computerized map, giving them directions to 
whichever pool they needed to cure their curse.  Why?  Is there 
something wrong?"

        "Oh, very bad," the old guide replied.  He removed his cap 
and rubbed the sweat from his brow.  Oh, this very, very tragic 
thing what happen here.  We must please warn all customer of 
very bad danger if they use map!"

        Plum's face grew worried.  She moved behind her father and 
leaned over his shoulder, studying the computer screen.  Her eyes 
grew very wide.

        "Father," she said, "this map is labeled wrong.  That's not the 
nannichuan"  Her father nodded, and pulled up another map.  
"Nor is that the Nyanichuan," Plum continued.  "What's going on 
Father?  If all of the maps I sent out were like this, then everyone 
is being directed to the wrong pool...."

        Her father nodded sadly.  "Is very, very tragic story," he 
said.  "Map program not Y2K compliant...."

***

        At the Tendo house, there was a knock on the door.  Kasumi 
answered it.

        "Oh, my!" she exclaimed, as the door slid open.  "Is 
something wrong?  You don't need to knock to enter your own 
house!"

        The girl glared at Kasumi, but said nothing.  She removed 
her shoes and stepped into the hallway.

        Then Kasumi blinked, and stared at the person coming up 
the walkway.  She placed her hand to her mouth, then glance 
behind to see the first girl disappear into the living room.

        "Good evening, Miss Kasumi," the second girl said.  She 
bowed, removed her shoes, and headed inside.

        A third girl came through the gates, heading for the front 
door.  Behind her, a fourth girl appeared.

        "Oh, my!" Kasumi exclaimed, stumbling back.  "I feel a 
little faint...."

        From the back door that led to the dojo, a voice called out.  
"Kasumi?  Who's at the front door?"

        Kasumi grabbed the small table nearby to steady herself.  
"Akane," she called out, her voice weak, "I think you'd better 
come see for yourself...."

        Several moments later, the entire family was gathered in the 
dining room, along with the four girls who had just arrived.  
Soun's mouth was open in astonishment.  Likewise, Akane stared 
in dazed confusion.  Even the normally unflappable Nabiki and 
the normally oblivious Kasumi were having a hard time taking it 
all in.

        One of the four girls stepped forward.  "Um," she said.  
"This is Mousse, Shampoo, and Ryoga Hibiki."  She indicated 
the other three.  "And I'm... um... Ranma Saotome.

        "Sorry about this," she added, her voice dropping.

        Many weird things had happened at the Tendo Dojo, but 
seeing five identical Akanes in one room was an entirely new 
experience.

        "The Akanenichuan, I assume," Nabiki said.  The others 
nodded.

        "Ranma," Akane said, "please tell me that your father 
didn't...."

        There was a knock on the door.

        Ranma sighed.  "Sorry Akane, but... I'm afraid he did."


        FINI





Miko!

"When you really need them the most," he said, "million-to-once chances always crop up.  Well-known fact."  --Seargent Colon, "Guards, Guards!"
Terry Pratchett

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