Ranma Onegai, Chapter 1
Marc Brandenburg
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Disclaimer: I own nothing, claim nothing and only
hope that my work is someday decent enough to merit
professional attention; and not of the psychiatrist
kind either. Ranma one-half copyright Rumiko
Takahashi, Onegai Sensei Copyright Please!/Bandai. In
fact I don’t own the rights to ANY anime. If I did, I
wouldn’t be writing fanfic, now would I?
All I can say is that if you haven’t seen the ‘Please
Teacher!’ anime you’ll probably be confused. It’s
just a warning.
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Ranma, Onegai…
By ThreadWeaver
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Ranma was used to the flights that he so often took
across the skies of Tokyo. He often waved to the
local news helicopter and small aircraft pilots as he
sailed past. He counted himself lucky that he hadn’t
ended up pureed by a propeller or a rotor yet, but
just KNEW that his luck wouldn’t hold out forever. He
didn’t feel that he had enough good karma saved up for
that.
The local airspace authority had sent a representative
to Nerima to give him a mini transponder to wear as he
kept showing up on radar and would obviously never
answer air traffic hails.
The first few times he wasn’t too happy to be buzzed
by a fighter jet scrambled on the pretext of a
terrorist hijacking. On the other hand the look on
the Self Defense Force pilot’s face made up for it.
At the very least with the transponder they would be
able to try and keep aircraft away from the poor soul
as he rocketed across the Tokyo landscape. But he
refused it, as he knew it would only get broken in one
of his many fights.
But today was different from the other flights.
Whatever he did to piss off Akane had apparently been
a one-of-a-kind as he had never sailed this far or
high from home. Well, he actually knew what caused
it, but how was he supposed to react when his bento
sneezes on him then attempts to eat HIM after he
politely lifted the lid and offered a ‘gesundheit’?
Okay, maybe it was because he had been more polite to
the bento than to Akane… Oh well. At least he got
away from the bento-bomber and was enjoying the view.
He was not actually used to waving to the flight crews
of Jumbo jets, though.
By the looks on the pilot’s face, he had never seen
the likes of Ranma either. The poor man looked
gaijin and almost certainly hadn’t been briefed on the
IFMAs (Identified Flying Martial Artists) in the area.
Ranma figured that the pilot and crew would probably
need a stiff drink when they landed.
Let’s hope that it’s the last flight of the day for
that crew.
As Ranma sailed past the plane on a perpendicular
course, he thanked all the kami above for the small
favors in timing. He had at school one day noticed
the geeky Gosunkugi watching and chuckling maniacally
over a science show about jet engine manufacturers
testing their engines by chucking frozen turkeys into
the engines at full throttle.
It wasn’t pretty.
And neither was the look on Gos’s face.
Ranma wanted to go in the room and pound the little
dweeb. He just KNEW that Gos was trying to think up
stuff to do to get Ranma away from Akane, but since
Gos hadn’t actually tried anything for quite a while,
his martial artist’s code wouldn’t let him.
As Ranma passed 15 thousand feet and the amount of
time he had already been airborne, he knew that if he
didn’t start his decent pretty soon, he would pass out
from lack of oxygen.
Landings are especially tough when you’re not awake to
control the landing or add ki to strengthen one’s
body. He knew that first hand.
Actually, he was surprised that he was awake. With
how hard he got hit he had almost expected to have
joined the blissfully unconscious for this flight. He
was kind of wondering where the gorilla had gotten
THAT much strength, and how he had survived the
instantaneous acceleration.
Maybe the kami were looking out for him after all.
Yeah, right.
In Nekomi a beautiful woman, just arrived, with long
light brown hair in blue and white flowing robes
sneezed cutely and smiled knowingly.
Well, whatever had contributed to his luck, or lack
thereof, he decided to enjoy the scenery and the
countryside.
Wait a second… The countryside??
He had never been hit this far west before, and he had
never seen this area from the air, though he was
almost sure he had been through these places on his
journeys. There weren’t very many places in Japan
that he hadn’t visited, and just as few that he and
his Oyaji hadn’t been chased out of or run from at
some point in the last 10 years. Damn panda.
Geography was one of his best subjects, save Phys Ed
of course, although he tried his best to look as
stupid as possible as often as possible. People had
less expectations of him that way, and he already had
WAY too many of those already. He figured he’d be in
for it the day someone actually figured out that he
was a junior in high school and had only attended
about 4 formal years of schooling total. To be
honest, he was surprised Nabiki hadn’t figured it out
yet. He shook his head and shuddered at the thought.
Anyways, he could name just about anywhere on any of
the islands, and this view was reminding him a lot of
the maps they used in class. How else was he going to
find new techniques if he didn’t know his way around?
It wasn’t like he wanted to follow Ryoga all the time
to get to a strange place after all.
He also thought on the fact that of all the times he’d
been malleted into the sunset, he had never actually
left the Tokyo metro. He ticked off on his fingers as
he tried to remember his destinations. “Juuban, no
that’s east. Let’s see, Sakado, Kodaira, Tachikawa,
Kawagoe… Yup, never this far. I still wonder how she
managed it?”
The same beautiful woman in Nekomi sneezed again.
“Oh, my…”
He figured that if Akane had just used a little more
power he would be landing in Toyama on the west coast
of Honshu. He was duly impressed. From there it
would have been easier to hop on a train and get a
ride home to Tokyo. Of course with Nabiki having
‘gently fleeced’ him this morning he would quite
literally be ON the train, not in it. On the plus
side he wouldn’t have to sit next to a guy with B.O.
for hours on end, or having another group of girls
tittering and giggling over him for the whole trip.
Gee, the last set of mountains he passed over were
quite striking from this altitude.
He was happy that the ‘striking’ was a description and
not an action.
Hey, with a life like his, he took pleasure in the
little things where he could.
Apparently he had topped off and was staying at his
cruising altitude. At least he wasn’t going any
higher and he could still breathe. On the other hand
it WAS going to be a long way down.
Oh, look! There’s another fighter jet along side him
now. They must have been suspicious since he was
traveling so far out of Tokyo. Ranma waved and give a
victory ‘v’ sign to the pilot before he waved back
while shaking his head in amazement, and breaking off
to return to wherever he was stationed. Ranma could
only guess what that report would sound like.
Ah, but after a while his luck had run out and so had
a lot of his forward speed. He wasn’t going to make
it to Toyama and if he guessed right he wasn’t going
to have the altitude to make it across the next set of
mountains.
He supposed it would be too much to ask for a water
landing in that large lake up ahead. Even if it did
change him, it would have been marginally softer than
dirt or concrete. Very marginally. Hitting water at
high speed from steep angles wasn’t much different
than hitting land, except you sank farther after the
initial ‘crunch’. He really wished he didn’t have
that knowledge first hand. More hard earned knowledge
thanks to Akane. Bless her angry soul.
And hey… he was getting better about his girl side
anyways, though it took him a while. He was probably
going to have it the rest of his life after all.
It didn’t take too much longer in his flight to
realize something.
Yep. It was too much to ask for the lake.
“Gonna miss it by this much,” he said to himself as he
held his thumb and index finger a couple millimeters
apart.
Of course from where he was in the air, that distance
was going to translate to quite a bit when he actually
got to the ground.
One thing that greatly concerned him was his speed, as
it was still way too high for a comfortable landing,
and now that he was falling it was increasing again.
Although he was pleased that he seemed to at least be
subject to terminal velocity on the way down. That
would at least make his landing less… violent.
At the speed he was traveling, more so on his ascent
than on his descent, he was quite surprised that the
wind hadn’t stripped him naked. Oh, there would be a
sight for whomever he landed near. He could almost
hear the cries of ‘Pervert!’ and ‘lecher!’ now.
Although the “wow’s” and the hungry looks were almost
as bad, but served to bolster his flagging self worth
a little. And yes, he had landed naked before.
Think, public baths + Ranma + Akane + Happosai= Naked
Ranma sprawled out in a crater somewhere. Lots of
embarrassment included free of charge.
Life in Nerima this last year after Saffron and the
wedding attempt had been getting to him. How many
times can one be ripped on, beaten on, taken advantage
of, called a pervert and a number of other things
before one starts to believe them? Especially when
his baka Oyaji raised him the way he did. He was
lucky he still had utmost confidence in his fighting
or his Moko Takabisha’s would be worthless. It's not
that things had gotten that much worse, but it
certainly hadn’t been getting better. It never seemed
to get better.
He knew under it all Akane really cared for him. He
had figured it out eventually, it just took a while
with his social ignorance. But it wasn’t enough
anymore. He didn’t want to live the rest of his life
this way. Akane didn’t deserve that and neither did
he. But she was just too angry and too stubborn to
change, and so was he. It’s not like he had EVER hit
her in anger, yet she seemed to prefer that method of
venting. Even HE had figured out that as long as she
stayed that way, they would never be able to have a
decent relationship. Even after he had figured out
how to be nicer and that his father’s teachings
outside of martial arts were worthless, things didn’t
seem to get better. He didn’t know why, and Akane
wouldn’t tell him. Maybe she didn’t swing that way
and couldn’t stand his guy side. Maybe she had
someone else all along. Who knows? He sure didn’t.
All he knew was that pushing it equalled misery.
He was shaken out of his pity party by the tickle on
his senses, which signaled the imminent approach of
the ground. This was also becoming a skill that was
far too finely tuned for his liking. He righted
himself and took in his landing site. Not pleasant.
He would have to adjust to avoid hitting that
apartment complex just ahead that was near the lake.
As he began to try to come in a bit steeper, he
realized too late that a woman was in his path and he
would not be able to correct in enough time.
‘Oh, Kami-sama please don’t let me hit her,’ was all
he could think as he began to approach.
“Look out below!!!” he screamed with only a couple
seconds left, hoping that she would hear him and at
least dodge.
The woman looked up at him with a look of utter
confusion and shock but stopped and took what seemed
like two instinctive steps backwards to clear herself.
She locked her gaze on his as he was approaching,
trying to understand what was going on.
The sheer misery he saw on such a beautiful face would
forever be burned in his mind. More so than any of
the looks Akane gave him. The last instant as he
passed by he saw the tracks of tears down her face,
the disheveled yet still beautiful magenta hair and
the look of despair in her eyes. He knew the look
wasn’t for him. He had seen that look before. It was
the look he saw on his own face in the reflection of
the waters of Jusendo before Akane came back to him.
She had lost everything close to her and had no idea
what to do with herself anymore.
He had little time to empathize with her as his lapse
in attention caused him to forget his landing approach
and he skipped off the edge of the sidewalk she was
standing on a mere foot away. In a last instant
effort, he concentrated and erected his ki shield with
all the energy he had available. He tumbled and
slammed into the low wall surrounding the apartment
building’s yard. He completely obliterated a section
of said wall and proceeded to dig a one meter deep and
seven meter long trench in the yard, coming to a halt
scant feet away from a doghouse and its occupant
tucked neatly under a patio overhang.
Thankfully for Ranma he was out cold shortly after he
hit the wall. The foot-thick barrier of concrete and
his ki shield had absorbed some of the energy of the
flight, so his injuries would be reduced somewhat.
Of course the water line that he… now a she… dug up
during the deceleration wasn’t helping matters any.
The dog stood warily, walked over to the hole and
sniffed at the pile of splaying limbs and dirt, and
came to the conclusion that most would had they never
met one like Ranma. He turned away from Ranma and
gently started kicking some of the loose dirt back
into the hole with his hind legs, hopefully giving the
poor pile of mangled flesh a decent burial. Or at
least one until he could dig it up to show it off
later.
The woman could only stare in shock as the apparently
tragic spectacle unfolded in front of her, her
previous sorrow completely forgotten. Her hair was
blown around by the wind of the passing person and she
had unconsciously tucked her frazzled hair behind her
ears while staring at the new trench in front yard of
her apartment. She was snapped out of her stupor when
the dog started to kick dirt on the poor soul that had
quite literally dropped out of the sky and almost onto
her. She quickly took a glance up at the sky in the
direction from which he came, silently expecting to
see an aircraft, spaceship, parachute or something.
What she saw was clear blue skies and absolutely
nothing else.
Shaking her head at her inattentiveness, she rushed
over to the poor man’s self dug grave and looked her
over.
Wait… Her? She SWORE that she saw a young man with
black hair pass by her, but there was definitely a
redheaded young woman in this hole.
She proceeded to slowly drop to her knees in shock,
staring at what only she could surmise was now a
corpse. She had spent a lot of time in shock and
denial these last six months and it seemed to come
easily in this case too.
A small crowd had started to gather to stare at the
spectacle while a man in a white lab coat came running
into the yard. He quickly took in the situation,
completely missing the partially buried redhead in
favor of ogling the other and rushed over to the
shocked woman’s side.
“Ms. Kazami! Are you okay? I heard the crash and
came over to see what happened. Was it a meteor or
something? Hey! Ms. Kazami! Snap out of it, stay
with me here.” The man began to gently shake the
woman out of her shock.
“Huh? What? Oh, hi Minoru. No, it wasn’t a meteor;
it’s a person. At least it WAS a person, I can’t see
how h-she… survived that.” Mizuho Kazami dizzily
looked at the neighbor doctor and then at the trench,
which was slowly starting to fill with water.
“Oh, kami-sama! It IS a person!” Minoru followed her
gaze and looked into the trench and looked over the
body of the young woman that occupied it. His eyes
bugged out of his skull after a moment of observation.
“She’s beautiful! And Alive! I don’t believe it!
Her wounds are still bleeding and she wouldn’t be
doing that if she was dead! Quickly, help me get her
out of the trench before she drowns! Carefully! She
might have broken her spine.”
“Oh, My!” Mizuho exclaimed frantically as she and
Minoru jumped into the trench and up to their
mid-calves in muddy water. The rain shower courtesy
of the pipe wasn’t helping either. Mizuho wanted to
use Marie* to extract and treat her but there were
people around and she didn’t want to give herself
away.
They worked carefully to dig the half-buried Ranma out
of the hole while one of the bystanders ran to the
clinic next door to retrieve Minoru’s nurse and wife,
Konoha, and a backboard to carry the woman on.
As Konoha came running over with the board, she froze
as she took one look at the destruction and the body
that her husband and Mizuho were extracting and could
only assume the worst.
“Quickly dear! She’s alive and we have to get her to
the clinic to determine if we need to call the
ambulance or the helicopter!” Minoru carefully climbed
out of the trench and placed the female in his arms on
the board after his wife shook off her shock and ran
over to him. Minoru knew that with Ms. Kazami around
they probably wouldn’t need either, but they couldn’t
say that in public.
Minoru and Mizuho were carrying Ranma, on the board,
over to the clinic as Konoha examined her.
“She’s not as bad as it looks. It’s a miracle. I
don’t know how she survived this, let alone come out
like she is. Her head lacerations and the mud make it
look horrible, but he’s got a strong pulse and is
breathing normally. She has some dislocated joints,
but that’s all that’s apparent. We’re going to have
to bathe her before we can do too much more though.”
Konoha was completely astounded. There was no way
anyone causing that much destruction could have this
few injuries! But here was the exception apparently.
Some of the minor scratches almost appeared to be
healing right before her eyes. No, that couldn’t be.
Minoru was relieved to hear her condition and drooled
at the prospect of ogling …uh… examining …uh… treating
the beautiful naked patient.
“Don’t even think about it, dear. Us women will wash
her up,” Konoha warned with her usual ‘don’t go there’
voice.
Minoru could only droop his head while Mizuho giggled
quietly at the forlorn look on the poor pervert
doctor.
The crowd thinned, knowing the local doctor had
everything in hand. The rumor mill would be churning
big time for sure.
The only one left in the yard was the apartment
supervisor, who was staring mournfully at the mess he
now had to clean up. “She better live, she’s gonna
help me with this or else.”
Apparently this little town didn’t have an AGMART
(Anything Goes Martial Arts Repair Team) in place to
help the local population in their recovery from
Martial Arts related destruction.
Shortly after arriving at the clinic they loudly
returned Ranma’s joints to their normal operating
positions. They were happy that she was unconscious
for that as they were sure that it would have been
painful. They then carried the bedraggled Ranma into
the bathroom so they could wash her off. Konoha
shooed her protesting husband out of the room and
locked the door.
Mizuho and Konoha were both covered in mud, one from
digging Ranma out and the other from examining her.
They had brought in a change of scrubs for all three
of them so they could wash themselves off as they
cleaned the poor redhead.
After stripping both the messy redhead and themselves
down to their underwear, they noticed something odd
about the young woman.
“Boxers?” Mizuho questioned. Something was tickling
the back of her mind and she couldn’t put it together
with all the stresses happening.
“What kind of a woman goes around in boxers and no
bra??” Konoha asked. She looked back and forth
between Ranma and Mizuho a couple of times. “She’s as
big as you, dear.”
Mizuho looked down at herself then at Ranma and
blushes. “Umm.”
“Nevermind. Let’s get her cleaned up before the dirt
infects her wounds, Konoha said as she slips off the
Redhead’s boxers. “Oh, and she looks like a natural
redhead too.”
They quickly rinsed themselves off so they wouldn’t
get Ranma dirty again. They both kneeled next to her
and proceeded to attempt to clean off the patient.
Two screams broke the quiet tranquility of the little
town of Inao. Panicked birds fled from nearby trees
and Konoha’s bearded husband Minoru almost broke the
door down trying to get to his wife.
He could only yell through the door, “Are you okay
dear?”
“Umm, yes, we’re fine, dear. We just slipped. We’re
okay.” Konoha was desperately trying to make what she
saw fit into her view of the world. She was failing
miserably. She had backed herself against the wall of
the furoba in fear and was shaking.
Mizuho was only doing slightly better. She had fallen
backwards on her rear end in surprise. She had seen
disguise fields and the like but had never seen
anything like this. It was so REAL looking. She only
took a few more moments before pulling herself
together enough to approach the body in curiosity.
“Are you sure, dear?” Minoru asked again while
scratching his head anxiously.
“Y-Yes, we’re fine. It just scared us, that’s all,”
Konoha panted out. The patient was still unconscious
so she hoped it would be okay.
“Okay, if you say so. I’ll be waiting in the office,”
Minoru replied while walking dejectedly away from the
furoba. He knew better than to push his wife and he
really didn’t want to spend a week sleeping on one of
the examination tables instead of their bed.
Neither of the women were expecting to see the
voluptuous beautiful redhead morph into a very
chiseled, gorgeous, and well endowed young man right
before their eyes.
“Oh my…” Mizuho said breathily. She reached out a
shaking hand to touch the young man’s breast. It was
firm and muscular and all male. She blushed furiously
when she realized she was running her hand all over
his defined chest, and snapped it away in
embarrassment like it had been burned. “He’s
certainly real enough.”
Emboldened by Mizuho’s exploration and seeming
lessening of fear, Konoha calmed down and inched her
way towards the man on the floor. “That’s not the
first thing I expected to you to reach for, Mizuho,”
she said with a halfhearted lecherous smirk, trying to
break the tension, mostly for her own sake.
Mizuho now knew that Minoru wasn’t the only pervert in
that family.
“I will not take advantage of this unconscious man
…er… woman… whatever!” Mizuho exclaimed while
slightly backing away from him, the blush never having
left her face.
“Okay, okay. Let’s get… whatever he is… cleaned up
and dressed.” Konoha eyed the furoba door with an
evil grin thinking that when Minoru sees him, she’ll
get a little revenge for all his perverted remarks
towards other women while she was around.
The ladies proceeded to wash the poor man off,
cleaning the wounds and using the scanner and dermal
regenerator that Marie brought over. Mizuho confirmed
that he had no broken bones and no internal bleeding.
She was amazed at some of the readings she got from
Ranma and was at a loss to explain them. The entire
time she seemed to have a slight tinge to her face.
Mizuho had told Minoru and Konoha about her alien
heritage and mission to observe the Earth shortly
after her husband, their Nephew, Kei was taken from
her as a lure to get her to return to the Galaxy
Federation to face punishment.
Konoha, after her initial distrust when originally
told, welcomed the technology. Especially since the
patient was unconscious and would never see what’s
happening. Despite her earlier lecherous thoughts,
she continued to carefully clean the man’s wounds and
body in a very professional manner. As part of her
residency as a nurse, she had to give a lot of sponge
baths to unfamiliar men, but never one this… healthy…
before, and certainly never while she was only in her
underwear. She valiantly fought the occasional blush
though as she ran the washcloth over his well-toned
frame.
Mizuho almost fainted when Konoha handed her the
washcloth, rolled Ranma off the backboard and told her
to clean his backside while she held him in place.
She tried to keep her cool until there was nothing
left to wash but his rear end. She could only stare,
frozen at the sight of her hand mere centimeters from
his rear, with her face and shoulders the same color
as her hair.
“Oh, for Kami’s sake go on. He’s out cold and won’t
know. Besides I still have to do the front side,”
Konoha said, finishing with a wink.
Mizuho looked shocked but complied, the furious blush
never leaving her face. When she was done she handed
the washcloth back to Konoha and flopped back on her
butt with a sigh while wiping the sweat off her brow.
“It wasn’t that bad, was it?”
“Umm… no, it wasn’t. I’m just not a nurse and not
used to doing …that… to strangers,” Mizuho shyly
replied while getting back to her knees and trying to
look demure as she could in only her underwear.
“Especially not young hunks like this, ne?” Konoha
asked while she turned onto his back again, placing a
folded towel under his head to raise it off the floor.
She was amazed that even the spots that Mizuho hadn’t
treated with the regenerator had started to heal
already. “Well, best get this over with before the
hubby starts to get suspicious.”
Konoha soaped up the washcloth and proceeded to gently
wash Ranma’s nether region, the whole time with a
stoic smile on her face.
Never the less, as any guy will tell you, if you touch
him down there enough you will get his ‘attention’.
Poor Ranma was no different, even unconscious.
Mizuho bit her lower lip and stared as if in a trance
while shivering slightly. She really hadn’t
experienced anything like this and was admittingly
starting to get turned on by the sight of his body and
now attentive equipment.
Konoha was just finishing up and was about to let go
so she could rinse him off when Ranma groaned
painfully and opened his eyes.
Both women froze like deer in headlights at the
rumblings from Ranma and could only turn their heads
slowly to meet his eyes, completely forgetting to even
try covering themselves up or to even move.
Ranma, who blinked a few times to clear his vision
from the lights and to get his focus back was, through
years of bad experiences, quick to tactically analyze
the situation despite the fog of pain in his head.
Let’s see… I’m naked, yup, and in a furoba with one
exit. Check. Two unrecognized women in their
underwear kneeling near me. That’s not surprising I
guess. One has a washcloth in her hand wrapped around
my… Oh, I’m definitely in for it now. This has got
to be a mallet-induced dream. No, the pain’s too
real, and it’s not getting any better… But it’s gotta
be a dream. It better be a dream…
Both women could only blink audibly with wide eyes
while frozen in place, looking into Ranma’s eyes as
his gaze traveled between each woman and then to his
crotch, and back to them. Neither of them expected
him to wake this quickly, and had no idea what to do
given their current predicament. Both were too
shocked to scream.
“Oh, great. Now I’m dreaming about unknown women.
Just what I need. I wonder how long before Akane or
the others find me and beats me for this?” Ranma’s
gaze fell on Mizuho. “Well, at least she’s
beautiful…” Ranma’s slurred voice trailed off into
silence as he passed back into the realm of
unconsciousness.
Konoha, due to her profession, was quicker to come to
her senses while finally realizing where her hand was
the whole time. She giggled nervously while she
removed her hand and then proceeded to rinse him off.
She muttered to herself, “This never happened… This
never happened… Although he IS built… THIS NEVER
HAPPENED…” She wasn’t sure if she should be offended
that he hadn’t included her in his ‘beautiful’ remark.
But, she decided she’d let it slide considering the
free peep show she got out of it. Boy, won’t Minoru
be jealous, me getting to ogle the hunks without him
watching. She finished rinsing him and quickly took
to drying him off as best she could, being that Mizuho
appeared to not be handling things well at the moment.
Mizuho could only blink in stunned silence for a short
time as a blush crept up her body, while she poked her
fingertips together nervously. “He called me
beautiful…”
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*(Mah’ ree ah -or- Mah’ ree ay), as opposed to the
western (Mah ree’ uh) used for women. The little
critter is ‘male’ after all. Mizuho refers to it as a
‘him’ or ‘he’. Which pronunciation is used seems to
depend on the panic level of the person. Marie, by
the way for those who stoically read through even
though you don’t know ‘Please Teacher’, is the main
intelligent control unit for Mizuho’s space ship.
He’s about 4 inches tall and looks like a yellow
featureless pointy-headed doll, which carries a red
inner tube around his waist. You can Google image
search for ‘Mizuho Kazami’ if you want to see what
Mizuho looks like.
I honestly have no idea whether or not Japan has it’s
own air force or if it still hosts American servicemen
for the task.
Locations of Please Teacher/Please Twins as
unceremoniously Pilfered from the net. I don’t even
have a name to give credit to. Personally I think
that given the land cues and the blatant railway
station clue in the ‘twins’ series, the city is Inao,
a tiny little town on the eastern lakeshore halfway
down Lake Kizaki. It’s about 20 miles W-SW of Nagano,
35 miles ESE of Toyama and 4 miles N of Omachi. At
least according to Google Earth it is.
“The sites appear to be in Nagano Prefecture, Honshu.
Most sites (at least around Maiku's house) are at Lake
Kizaki and Omachi City.
And while I'm not 100% sure, I think the school is in
Matsumoto.
Here's a site with photo comparisons of real vs anime
(In Japanese):
http://www5d.biglobe.ne.jp/~kazeyama/one2sato/one2sato.htm
Ane here's maps and more pictures of the area:
http://j-music.fuzzy2.com/onetei/00kizakiko_bgm.html
It probably doesn't look typical because it's a resort area.”
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Mizuho had told Minoru and Konoha about her alien
heritage and mission to observe the Earth shortly
after her husband, their Nephew, Kei was taken from
her as a lure to get her to return to the Galaxy
Federation to face punishment.
What do you mean, "Taken from her as a lure to get her to return?" It
sounds like he is still alive and held hostage as she remains on Earth.
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that poor Kei "Accidentally got himself killed' in the escape attempt
from his captors. Being that Earth is a Juraian colony, it creates
quite the scandal for the Galaxy federation when it comes to light that
they kidnapped, and were ultimately responsible for the death of a
citizen under the protection of the Jurai. Never the less, Mizuho (and
maybe her family later) isn't welcome back in Galaxy Fed space because
of the politcal incident. She would be welcomed in Juraian society but
she feels kinda lost and she has her memories here.
The original storyline of Please teacher ends with Mizuho and Kei
'living happily ever after.' Unfortunately in this story, and often in
real life, things didn't continue to be that way.
Tex James
That ended in divorce a few years ago.
As for the story, basically it is a Ranam 1/2 Please (Onegai) teacher and
Tenchi Muyo cross since you mentioned Jurai.
ThreadWeaver
storyline device and probably won't be active participants unless I
make the tale of Kei's 'accident' into a side story. At this moment
though, I couldn't see it being much else than terribly depressing. I
really don't want too much dark in the story. The Ah My Goddess
connection will probably be almost nonexistent as well. It's meant to
be a Ranma/Mizuho thing.
And I have to thank Zorch for the idea of the affiliation based on
his mentioning it in "The Warrior and the Peacemaker." I was looking
for a strong benevolent power for the story which might have claim on
Earth and his idea fit perfectly. If you (Michael) don't like me using
it, I'll make one up or something of the sort.
Tex James
it's just them apologizing and saying that she cannot return to her home,
but they would be honored to have her as a citizen of Jurai. Having the
goddesses and even the Juraian's in it as cameo's occasionally is not bad,
and it keep the attention on Ranma and Mizuho.
Though I am scared to see what will happen when nerima come looking for it
favorite whipping-boy.
Yea, the Zorch has some great Ideas as even I have thought of a Ranma cross
with the Please teacher series... Though right now it's just in an outline
form and no where near ready for me to even contemplate me making it into a
story.
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check up on them. I'm just too lazy to write a full background for all
those characters, so those unfamiliar with those extra series may be
confused. In for a penny, in for a pound I guess. I suspect plenty of
folks will be confused anyways.
Nysk
I hope there will be Cameo's by perhaps at least say Sasami or Ayeka,
who are likely to check up on her simpy out of caring or Duty. Perhaps
even a small Washu tie-in.. as Ranma is a excellent test subject!
I do hope Mizuho's family makes an appearance... oh the trouble that
could cause... or help solve once the NWC starts to show up.
I do hope there will be at least a small gap of time between said
event.. as it would give time for the relationship between Ranma and
Mizuho to grow. Otherwise he will just head back home and right into
the same issues.
Anyway, I look forward to more of this tale as I greatly enjoyed both
series and have not seen any Mizuho/Ranma stories before.
Wonderbee31
she should sound like Kasumi, IIRC, and have about her same
personality. It'd be great if he were to realize the way a
relationship can be, and from that, I'd imagine that the NWC would dang
well get a lesson or two if they tried to hurt her after he bonds with
her, either in friendship, or as a lover.
ThreadWeaver
the smarts and cunning of Nabiki, the sweetness and forgiveness of
Kasumi, and the jealousy and sometimes the immaturity of Akane (minus
the violence). It's probably going to be difficult to accurately
portray her, but hey, I'll give it a wing.
Most people in the fanfic world won't touch her as a non-Kei pairing
as they are afraid that they have to interfere with or get rid of him
(the perfect love) for it to work. I (maybe unfortunately) have no
such fear.
I'll probably include some cameos. After all, I at least have to
explain why Belldandy 'assisted' in Ranma's trip.
BlueDragon
earlier comments about her voice. My opinion is slightly squed, as I
only have a small quantity of Ranma ½ audio in Japanese as apposed to
the A!MG OVA DVD's as well as OnéTea and a couple of the Twins
DVD's. But my opinion is Mizuho sound's more like Bell then Kasumi
probably more as a matter of the timeframes involved as anything else.
And the bigger difference being that Mizuho is much more emotional then
Belldandy.
Yes you are pretty correct about the locations used, and I think as a
general rule the actual town is never mentioned therefore factices.
Though the Rail station was Uminokuchi Station, and also the overlook
was patterned after one in Shiroyama Park.
Myself I tend to have more problems figuring out what Ichigo would be
thinking at any one time as to understanding Mizuho. While Mizuho is
actually older because of her focus on her training and trying to get
the posting to Earth, in several other ways she is very much like any
other Highschool age girl. Thereby the reason for her funky mood swings
and going overboard with reactions to things that Kei had done. If you
want a little better insight into her personality I recommend reading
Mizuho & Kei's Diary, it covers a lot of behind the scenes from the
first couple months of their marriage.
If I can manage I am hoping to get more done to my next chapter for
'Ichigo's Dance', and will be posting it here soon. But this is
the hardest chapter for me to put together for the story. Very little
action but a lot of subtle things I need to set up for the events
coming later in the story. That and my brain has been more stuck on
putting things together for my Ranma ½ story 'Sin's Redemption'.
But this is a very good start and I look forward to more, and hopefully
soon. I also hope you can get some more written for 'It's in the
Stars' as I really liked that idea and would love to see it get
finished.
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for. I'm glad to see some of my ideas show up in other people's fics.
You described Mizuho's personality down to a "T". Her VA in Japan was
Kikuko Inoue, who also did the voices for Tendo Kasumi and Belldandy.
I love listening to her voice, and she is an incredible singer.
When it comes to alternate pairings for characters in anime like
"Please Teacher" it can be hard to please everyone. I'm of the mind
that "you can't please everybody" so just write what you think is a
good story and at least 9 out of 10 people will like it.
Killing off Kei, Marc, is a bold move and it proves to me that you're
one of those writers who isn't afraid to take risks and isn't afraid to
face the wrath of the dreaded CANON COPS. I love this first chapter
and hope to see more soon.
I can easily see Ranma falling for Mizuho. She is gentle and can be
very understanding, and she will likely be very accepting of his curse.
This alone will endear her to him because for the first time here is
someone who isn't prejudging him because of it. It won't happen
overnight, but I do see it developing quickly.
I'd have the Tenchi crew show up a cameos from time to time. They'd
distract a little from the story which is about Ranma and Mizuho.
Eventually, as their relationship deepens bring in the NWC. Ranma will
not want to leave the good thing he has going for him here in Inao and
he will fight to protect to Mizuho. If the NWC learned anything from
Josendo it was that when Ranma fights to protect those he loves
Kami-sama have mercy on whoever gets in his way.
I've tried finding Jubaan in Google Earth but I could never find it. I
did find Nerima which is soft northeast of Tokyo and rather far inland.
I haven't found Nekomi yet either. I've marked in mine where I think
Josenkyo is supposed to be in China but I can't be too sure because the
manga nor the anime gives a definite location.
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Shadow Wolf
> I've tried finding Jubaan in Google Earth but I could never find it. I
> did find Nerima which is soft northeast of Tokyo and rather far inland.
> I haven't found Nekomi yet either. I've marked in mine where I think
> Josenkyo is supposed to be in China but I can't be too sure because the
> manga nor the anime gives a definite location.
>
The proper name of Juuban is Azabu-Juuban - it's part of the Minato
ward. Wikipedia indicates that Temple University Japan is in Azabu
Juuban, so that might help you find it.
Wikipedia indicates that Nekomi doesn't exist, but some elements are
based on Chiba City (in Chiba Prefecture).
Jusenkyo is somewhere in the Bayankala Mountain range, but that covers
a *lot* of area :-)
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BlueDragon
would say closer to Makuhari. This is just my opinion but as some of
the locations that are identifiable tend to be in the Makuhari Chiba
region. Some of the shots away from the temple show the bay maybe about
4 km or so. And when the Ultimate Destruction Program went on its
rampage it destroyed the Makuhari Messe. So I figure this is a pretty
good guess, A!MG has very few landmark location shown; like Tokyo Tower
etc.
The Goddess story I had in the works is patterned with this assumption
in mind.