No Need for Ranma
A Ranma ½ / Tenchi Muyo / Sailor Moon Alternate History
By Ammadeau
Roy.Fokker@UNSpacy.org
http://members.tripod.com/~Ammadeau/fanfiction.htm

	Sasami came down the stairs, her sister following close 
behind.  They had been staying at the Masaki house (at it’s new 
location near the shrine thanks to their crash landing) for a week 
now and this was the first time she had gotten Aeka out of their 
room.  She had been brooding and refusing visitors, lamenting the 
loss of her spacecraft, while just about everyone else was 
concerned for her.  The whole thing was very hard on Sasami, even 
with that nice lady Nodoka's help.  The new recipes she was 
learning, added with Ranma's culinary acrobatics, made it almost 
bearable, but she still hated to see her sister suffer.

Chapter 4: A Warm Shack on a Cold Day

	Sasami only listened to Ryoko and Aeka bicker with half 
and ear, wondering where everyone was.  Both Ranma and Tenchi 
had been in the living room when she had gone to get Aeka.  Then 
she spotted the egg that Ryoko held and went over to hold it 
herself, despite her sister's protests.  "So are you married Ryoko?  
Who's the father?"
	Who indeed, Ryoko wondered.  Who should she say that 
would create the most fun?  She remembered how hostile Aeka had 
treated Ranma on her ship, but Tenchi was treated with something 
approaching courtesy.  Her question was answered when she saw 
Tenchi walk in from the corner of her eye.  He was so much more 
fun to tease than Ranma was anyway.  She whispered to Sasami.
	"Tenchi's the father!" the little girl shouted in surprise.
	End result: Tenchi rubbing his cheek in confusion where 
Aeka had slapped him.
	"What had that been about?" asked Ranma who had run 
into Aeka into the hall and received a slap for his trouble.
	"I'm not sure," Tenchi replied, wondering if the whole 
world had just gone crazy since nothing seemed to make sense 
anymore.  Curses, demons, alien princesses; it was all a little too 
much to deal with.  He wondered what was next.
	"Whatever, I just came to get you for practice.  We haven't 
had the chance to spar since I got back from China."

	Aeka was looking over the wreckage of her spaceship when 
a soft hand landed on her shoulder and a woman's voice said, 
"Whatever is the matter Princess Aeka?"
	Aeka spun around in some surprise to find a middle aged 
woman who bore a strong resemblance to Lady Funaho, Yosho's 
mother, only she had her black hair in a bun and wore a elegant 
kimono.  This had to be Nodoka, Ranma's mother, and if she 
guessed correctly, another descendant of Yosho.  The thought of 
which made her look back on her ruined spaceship and sigh.
	"You've come all this way to find someone who may be 
gone, only to become stranded here.  Is that right?"  Nodoka asked 
gently, having gleaned most of her facts from that delightful girl 
Sasami.  A few weeks ago Nodoka might have trouble believing in 
visiting aliens who she may be distantly related to, but seeing her 
son change into a woman before her eyes made it easy to believe in 
anything.  At least some good had come of that.
	Aeka only nodded and sighed again.
	Nodoka didn't see an alien before her. All she saw was a 
young woman who was far from home and in need of comforting.  
Slowly she pulled Aeka into a gentle, motherly embrace.  The girl 
resisted at first, but then melted into her arms.  That was when the 
tears began to flow as Aeka clung to Nodoka as if her life 
depended on it.  Nodoka said nothing, only continuing to hold the 
young woman close and making soothing sounds.  She could tell 
that Aeka had a lot of pride and a single word could make her 
conscious of what she was doing and then embarrassed.  Like her 
own Ranma, she would never admit the need to cry but he had that 
need regardless.
	Once the storm of weeping had passed, Nodoka gave Aeka 
a handkerchief to dry her eyes.  Before Aeka could start to make 
excuses for the way she acted, Nodoka said, "My father is the 
keeper of the shrine here and knows more about the legends than 
anyone.  He may have some clue to your brother's current 
whereabouts."
	"But the boy Tenchi said that he died a long time ago."
	"We humans are not so long lived as you Jurai.  I still have 
a hard time believing that your little sister could be old enough to 
be my great-great-grandmother.  He probably left before that 
became too apparent and people naturally assumed that he died.  It 
may lead you down a long, seven-hundred-year-old trail, but at 
least it will be a start.  Come now, I'll walk with you to the shrine 
where my father is helping Tenchi and my son with their training.  
On the way you can tell me of Jurai.  I'm sure that it is a beautiful 
place."
	Aeka smiled a bit and let Nodoka led the way.  She was so 
much like Funaho that Aeka didn't seem so far away from home 
anymore.

	When they reached the shrine, Aeka was surprised to see 
the two boys moving in an intricate dance to the music of wood 
striking wood as their bokkens met, under the gaze of their 
grandfather.  It was a dance that she knew all too well from her 
younger days when she watched her half-brother Yosho practice.
	"The swordplay routines of Jurai!" she shouted and so 
shocked she was that she stumbled and fell badly before Nodoka 
could catch her.  Aeka tried to stand up again, but the pain was too 
much.  Nodoka used a handkerchief to make a makeshift bandage 
and bound the wound.
"I'm afraid that you have a nasty sprain and will have to 
stay off your feet for the rest of the day.  We better get you back to 
the house so I can get that cleaned out and get some antiseptic on 
it."
	"But . . ." Aeka protested weakly.
	"They'll be time to ask my father about your brother later," 
Nodoka told her in a kind yet stern voice that allowed for no 
arguments.
"Ranma!" she shouted for her son, who with Tenchi had 
stopped their sparring at Aeka's yell and now looked down in 
concern.
	"Yeah, mom?"
	"I need you to carry Miss Aeka back to the house.  I'm not 
as strong as I used to be and besides I have to get lunch ready."
	Ranma was a little confused.  He knew from their own 
sparring sessions that his mother was nearly as strong as he was 
and could carry Aeka on her back without any problem.  He was 
about to protest when he mother gave him 'The Look'.  Nodoka 
could never be accused of a being a strict disciplinarian since she 
never actually punished Ranma, but he knew that going against her 
wishes meant training sessions more bizarre and difficult than 
anything his father had ever imagined.  Ranma had learned the hard 
way that going against his mother's wishes was a sure way to be 
covered in bruises.
	"No, I'm fine . ." Aeka started to protest, but yelled out in 
pain when she tried to stand.  Ranma winced in sympathy, no 
stranger to pain himself.
	"No you have to stay off that foot if you're ever going to get 
better," Nodoka insisted, "And sitting on the damp ground isn't 
good for your health.  Not to worry, my son can be relied upon, 
most of the time anyway."
	Ranma gulped nervously, partial from his mother's implied 
threat and partially from what he was about to do.
Tenchi decided that he wouldn't want to be in his cousin's 
shoes either way.  Not that Aeka was bad looking, far from it 
actually, but neither cousin could help being nervous around girls, 
especially ones that had slapped you less than a half-hour ago.  
While Tenchi often resented the attention Ranma received at 
school, there were times when he was actually thankful he wasn't 
the cousin everyone noticed.
	Ranma was thankful that Aeka couldn't see his faint blush 
as his mother helped her onto his back.  He didn't want her 
thinking that he was some kind of pervert.  It only reminded him of 
the times when he had given Ukyo piggyback rides and the reason 
why he had stopped.  While Ranma had no problem carrying a girl 
on his back, it was a whole other matter when she started to 
become a woman.
So caught up in his thoughts that he missed the faint blush 
that colored Aeka's cheeks.
	Nodoka told her son, "Now, you take your time getting 
back to the house and be careful not to jostle Miss Aeka.  I'll start 
ahead and have lunch ready for you when you get there."
	Nodoka left them down the shrine steps while Tenchi's 
grandfather called him back to sword practice, leaving Ranma and 
Aeka alone.
	"I guess that we should start back now," Ranma said after a 
moment or two had passed.
	"Yes, I guess that we should," Aeka replied.
	"Well, make sure you have a firm grip on my waist.  I don't 
want you to fall and hurt yourself more.  These steps can be 
dangerous."
	Aeka blushed, partially from the embarrassment of being 
reminded of her own clumsiness (though she doubted that Ranma 
had done so intentionally) and partially from the feel of rock hard 
muscles under her hands and her body pressed against his.  The 
jostling from going down the stairs made her blush even more.  
This was something that was going to be very hard to get used to.

	"Um . . . weren't you a boy just a minute ago?" Aeka said as 
tactfully as she could, moving her grip off of a suddenly ample 
chest, a blush coloring her cheeks.  The light rain had come from 
nowhere.  Aeka's worries of being soaked and catching a cold 
vanished when the person who carried her suddenly changed.  He 
had become at least an inch shorter and hair changing to a bright 
red, though the enlarged chest had definitely been the most 
shocking alteration.
	Ranma paused, really embarrassed, as he adjusted his grip 
on the princess.  He didn't want to drop her because of the 
differences of his cursed form.  "Look, it’s sort of a long story, but 
I'm really I guy.  The house is still a little way off and the rate we 
have to go at we'll be drenched through before we get there.  
There's a storage shed nearby though that should keep us dry until 
the rain lets up."
	Seeing the way that Aeka was shivering, Ranma built a fire 
before going back outside to let her dry herself off in private.  Even 
though it was cold outside the storage shed, his mom had made it 
pretty clear that he was to take care of Aeka.  Besides, he didn't 
want her to think he was a pervert or nothing.
	When he heard her shrill scream, he rushed in without a 
thought to her modesty, and was a little surprised when she clung 
to him in fear.  "Something . . ," she mumbled, "something 
attacked me."
	Ranma looked around for the source of the danger, only to 
see a little rabbit-like animal poke it’s head out from behind a box.  
Ryo-oki let out an apologetic meow that startled Ranma so much 
that tightened his grip on Aeka.  "It's only Ryo-oki," he managed to 
say after he had said to himself over and over 'it’s not a cat.  It’s 
not a cat.'
	Aeka breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Scared me half to 
death, naughty thing."
	It was then that she realized that she was holding Ranma so 
close that she was using the redhead's breasts to rest her head.  
Ranma seemed to realize how close they were at the same moment 
and they quickly let go of each other, turning their backs so the 
other wouldn't see the blush on their cheeks.
	"I guess I should be going outside," Ranma said reluctantly.
	"Outside?" Aeka said with a smile.  "But there's no need, 
we're both girls after all."
	"Hey, I'm a . . ." Ranma started to shout and then realized 
who he was shouting at and lowered his voice.  "I'm a guy."
	Aeka chuckled.  "You do owe me an explanation about that 
and it doesn't look like the rain is going to let up for a little while 
yet."
	Ranma didn't put up a fight because it was cold, but once he 
sat down, he turned to face the fire and keep his eyes there to 
remove the temptation of staring at her and embarrassing himself.
	"Well, I'm the heir to the Saotome School of Anything 
Goes Martial Arts.  I mean, no one ever asked me if I wanted it, but 
besides a few problems here and there it’s been great.  It started out 
more as playing than anything else and it’s still fun for me, most of 
the time anyway.  My pops wanted me to be the best martial artist 
ever and trained me as hard as mom would let him, but he died."
	"Oh I'm so sorry," Aeka said, not knowing the story to turn 
this way nor knowing that Ranma's father was in fact deceased.
	"It's okay, I mean he's been gone for over six years now and 
he sacrificed his life to save mom and me.  Anyway, he made his 
friend promise that if anything ever happened to him that he'd take 
up the task of training me.  My pop left Mr. Tendo, that’s his 
friend, all sorts of plans of what he wanted to do.  The big thing he 
always wanted was to take me on a training journey through China, 
but mom wouldn't let him since she refused to be separated from 
me for that long.  It became Tendo-sensei's dream to carry on this 
trip and he's been wearing my mom's resistance down ever since he 
took up my training.
	"Finally, she agreed and let us go to China for this past 
summer.  A lot of things happened while we were there, mostly 
bad, but the reason for the way I look now is a place called 
Jusenkyo, which is an old training ground filled with cursed 
springs.  Something or someone drowned in each spring and 
whoever falls into one takes the form of whatever drowned there.  I 
fell into the spring of drowned girl, so now when I get splashed 
with cold water I become a girl.  Hot water turns me back into a 
man."
	"How horrible!  Is there any cure?"
	"We asked the Guide, but he didn't know of any.  I'm not 
giving up hope though.  I mean if demons, magical swords, and 
aliens are all real that there's a chance that there's a cure out there 
somewhere."
	
	For some moments the crackling of burning wood was the 
only sound.
	"If we take one of the pans here and use it to heat some rain 
water you could use it to change back into a man," Aeka said 
tentatively, "If you want to, that is."
	"Are you sure you wouldn't mind?"
	When Aeka shook her head, Ranma realized that he had 
been staring at her again, and rushed to heat some rainwater to 
cover what he had been doing.  Soon he had the pan over the fire 
and asked her, "So what's your story?  I understand that you're 
looking for this Yosho person, but why?"
	"Seven hundred years ago Ryoko attacked Jurai and my 
brother Yosho went off to fight her.  When he came back I was to 
be his bride, but he never returned.  Here on Earth you might think 
it odd to marry your brother, but on Jurai it’s not.  Even though my 
parents arranged the marriage, I was happy about it.  To think that I 
will never share these feelings with my brother . . ."  And then 
Aeka began to cry in slow, choking sobs as dredging up the 
memories brought up a new wave of despair.
	If Ranma had one weakness that broke through him 
completely it was to see a girl cry.  He still remembered a time 
when he and Ukyo had been little and she had scraped her knees.  
He had served her lunch in bed and luckily that cheered her up.  
But then he knew Ukyo and how to make her happy. His mother he 
knew how to cheer, even Kasumi was she was occasionally sad.  
But he barely knew Aeka, how could he reassure her?  What would 
his mom do in a situation like this?  Compliments, he seemed to 
remember her saying, that one should always compliment a lady.  It 
was one of the few manners she'd successfully drummed into his 
head after seeing her boy was more prone to insults than anything 
else.  Unfortunately, Ranma tended to forget the times when 
compliments had actually gotten him into trouble instead of out of 
it.
	"I can't understand that your parents would have to arrange 
a marriage for you."
	"Huh?" Aeka replied, confused, looking up at him as tears 
glistened on her cheeks.
	Jeez, this isn't working, Ranma-chan thought, got to think 
of something, even though he knew that he wasn't good at this sort 
of thing.  "What I mean there must have been plenty of guys that 
wanted to marry you back on Jurai."
	"Well, as a princess of Jurai anyone I married would have 
the chance to become emperor so . . ."  Aeka had forgotten her 
earlier sadness in puzzlement.  Ranma was obviously trying to say 
something, but what it was she had no idea.
	"Argh!  That's not what I meant," Ranma-chan cried, 
pulling at his hair in frustration,  "What I mean is that guys would 
line up to marry you even if you weren't a princess."
	Aeka was honestly confused to where this was all going, 
but was smiling slightly to see the red haired girl so flustered.  She 
had only known Ranma for a short while, but had the sense that he 
wasn't very good with words.  So unlike the men who had tried to 
court her after Yosho had left.  "What exactly do you mean 
Ranma? Why would they do that?"
	Ranma dropped his hands heavily into his lap, accidentally 
upsetting the pan and spilling the hot water on himself.  Aeka 
watched on fascinated as Ranma began to chance, but Ranma 
himself was too worked up to even notice.
"Because you're pretty all right!  Any guy would have to be 
blind not to see that you're really cute!   You could marry any guy 
you want!"
	Ranma suddenly realized that he had been shouting and 
exactly what he had been shouting, and immediately turned away 
from her, embarrassed again.
‘Why am I always embarrassing myself in front of her?’ 
Ranma thought, ‘she must think I'm some kind of idiot.’
	There were some moments of silence, which Aeka broke by 
saying, "It isn't that easy for me.  As a princess I have many 
obligations and that includes marrying one of royal blood."
	"That shouldn't be too hard," Ranma replied, not really 
thinking what he was saying, still wondering how he could act like 
such a fool.  "I mean Yosho has been on Earth for seven hundred 
years.  Even if he still isn't around he must have some descendants 
by now and they'd all be of royal blood, right?  Far as I know, me 
and Tenchi are directly descended from Yosho, so technically you 
could marry one of us."
	‘Is he proposing what I think he is?’ Aeka thought in 
surprise.  Ranma didn't seem the type to be so bold, yet he had 
found her pretty and while she'd been complimented before, never 
had it sounded so honest.  And it had been a long time since she 
could open up to someone like this other than Sasami, who despite 
her years, still seemed too young to understand most things.  Aeka 
was more than a little surprised that she could be so honest with 
someone who she had just met, yet he had done the same with her.
	Like her, Ranma had lost someone close to him.  Like her, 
he had a nearly impossible quest before him; that of finding a cure 
to his curse and her of finding her lost brother.  Like her, he was a 
member of the Jurai royal family, however distant.  Like her, he 
had many obligations that weighed him down.
	Ranma continued on, oblivious to how Aeka had taken 
what he had said, "Sounds like the rain has let up.  I should carry 
you back home now before my mother gets worried."
	She nodded, still deep in thought, and Ranma put out the 
fire and let her climb onto his back.  Perhaps being stranded wasn't 
as bad as she first thought.

	"What is that?" Aeka asked as she saw a great tree standing 
proud in the middle of a small lake.
	"Oh, that's the holy tree of the Masaki shrine.  Tenchi's 
grandfather was always telling me to keep away from it, so I spent 
a lot of my childhood there, climbing in it’s branches.  I'm not sure 
what's supposed to be so special about it, but there's no other tree 
like it around here and I always felt safe there, like the tree itself 
could protect me from harm.  Do you want to see it?"
	"But your mother  . . ."
	"We're late as it is anyway, a few more minutes won't 
matter."
	"Alright then."
	There were tears in Aeka's eyes as she got down from 
Ranma's back and felt the rough bark of the tree.  "This is Funaho."
	"Funaho?"
	"My brother's spaceship.  Don't you remember there was a 
tree like this on my spaceship?  The tree is the brain of the ship, the 
heart of the ship."
	"This turns into a spaceship?" Ranma said dubiously.
	"No," she replied sadly, "Not anymore at least.  This one's 
taken root and after space trees find soil they never fly again.  But 
this means that my brother is still alive, since Funaho is also."
	Then she turned to face Ranma and said, "I'm sorry for the 
way I've acted recently.  I've been unkind to you and your family, 
though you have taken us in and cared for us.  I believe this 
belongs to your cousin," she said, handing Ranma Yosho's sword, 
"I'd like you to give it back to him for me.  You and Tenchi are 
related by blood to the Jurai royal family and I am entrusting the 
both of you to care for my sister and myself until my brother can be 
found."
	Ranma only nodded as he took the sword.
	"Ranma there you are!" Tenchi shouted as he emerged in 
the clearing where the tree stood, "Where have you been?"
	"Aeka!" Sasami shouted, standing by Tenchi's side, "Lunch 
is ready and Auntie Saotome is very worried."
	"I'm sorry Sasami," Ranma told the little girl, "It's all my 
fault.  We got in the rain and lost track of time I guess."
	"Okay."  After all, she didn't feel that she could get mad at 
Ranma, he was always so nice to her.  And it was so cool that he 
could change into a girl with cold water.  She wished that she could 
change into something neat like that, like a giant bear or even a 
spaceship.  "But let's get back to the house now, lunch should be 
getting cold."
	They all agreed and headed back.