The characters in this story belong to their respective creators and
  rights holders. Ranma 1/2 is the creation of Rumiko Takahashi. Sailor
   Moon is the creation of Naoko Takeuchi. All original content is the
 creation of Samuel Phoenix. Recognition is given to John Sanchez for a
 small kick of inspiration that helped produce this story, and to Harold
  Ancell who has been a near constant source of input, information, and
                                 ideas.

                           Awkward Consequences
                        Chapter 10: Nice Kitty...
                       PsyckoSama (syp104@psu.edu)
                   http://www.fanfic.net/~psyckosama/

In a sing-song tone Chibi-Usa said, "To have your lover ask for your
hand while in his arms after embracing your passion for one another...
That's so great!"

Beneath her outwardly teasing leer, Chibi-Usa envied Ranma and Hotaru.
Despite the strange goings on of late, they looked happy. Happy and in
love.

She wished she could find someone special. A handsome prince to whisk
her away... wait, scratch that. She'd had her fill of "handsome
princes". They were all arrogant pricks that wanted into her panties,
and onto her parent's throne. Most of them couldn't care less about
her. If any of them were like Pegasus or even her father, she'd
consider it, but no. They just wanted her body and political power.

Taking a look at Ranma she thought for a moment. If a handsome prince
wouldn't do, maybe the figurative white knight, a virtuous warrior who
fought to protect and help others... or possibly shy and cute, a kind
heart who would be as devoted to her as she would to him. She wondered
if Ranma had any cute martial artist friends that fit the
description...

She turned her head to Ranma, and was surprised by his glassy eyes
expression. The color had drained from his face, and he was trembling
with fear. He looked like he was seeing something horrible. Chibi-Usa's
hand automatically moved to her transformation broach, as she followed
Ranma's line of vision to the source. Chibi-Usa blinked. It was only
her grandmother and Diana. Was it Diana he was afraid of? She was the
only new thing, unless Ranma had an overwhelming phobia of *tea*. Was
he afraid of a cute little kitty cat?

The aforementioned kitten smiled a cute feline smile and cocked her
head toward Ranma, letting out a curious "meow".

With a loud scream, Ranma bolted backward, slamming into the wall, his
face overcome with shear mindless terror. The impact knocked a vase
placed on a shelf above him over, showering the young man with cut
flowers and water.

Chibi-Usa's jaw dropped as Ranma's hunky body quickly shrunk and
shifted into one befitting a supermodel. So he DID change into a girl,
and one with a body that any woman would kill for! It just wasn't fair!

Chibi-Usa's gaze quickly shifted. Hotaru looked just as confused as she
did, and her grandmother was just gaping in suprise.

Not noticing the change, Ranma stayed pressed against the wall, looking
at the small cat like she was some demon. Chibi-Usa stared into his
eyes and saw terror, a pure stark terror that chilled her.

Hotaru ran over to Ranma and grabbed his arms. "Ranma, what's wrong?"

"C-c-cat!"

Hotaru quickly turned her head to the moon cat and yelling, "Get out of
here!"

The kitten blinked and let out an inquisitive meow, apparently confused
by Ranma's plight.

Hearing the meow Ranma let out another fearful yelp and jumped back
into the wall. Chibi-Usa swore that she saw a spiderweb of cracks begin
to spread across the drywall.

Chibi-Usa's brow furrowed. She'd apologize to her friend later. Through
gritted teeth she said, "Diana! Go upstairs!"

The small cat sighed, and slowly began to trot out dejectedly, taking
her jolly time.

"NOW!" the princes commanded.

In response the cat jumped, and ran up the stairs as quickly as her
little kitty legs could carry her.

As soon as Diana was gone, Ranma slid down the wall with a loud sigh.
The redhead was obviously still shaken but was no longer incapacitated
with fear. Ranma's breathing calmed in a few seconds, and 'she' looked
down at 'herself'. He sighed in expiration, and chuckled morosely to
himself. After a second he turned to look at everyone.

Ikuko looked at the small indent in her wall, and at the man turned
woman. "Wha... What's going on here?"

"I have an explanation, really!"

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Hotaru gawked blankly at her beloved. What the hell was going on, and
how could a simple visit to Chibi-Usa's turn out so badly?

"I have an explanation, really!"

Hotaru stared at him. Was he going to explain the curse or the utter
terror that Diana brought out in him? Exactly what the hell was going
on? How could someone as fearless as him be afraid of a harmless
looking kitten?

"You're a man... but now... you're a woman? This... that's impossible!"

"It's a curse," replied Ranma with a sigh. "I picked it up in China. My
pop got the stupid idea to go to a cursed training ground Jusenkyo."

"He took you to a *cursed* training ground," asked Ikuko is a skeptical
tone.

"Yeah! He just saw the Chinese words 'training ground' and he was set
to go! Stupid old jerk..." Ranma sighed, and continued his story,
"Jusenkyo has lots of springs, and each has a curse. You fall into a
spring and you turned into what first drowned in it when ya get wet. I
fell in the Spring of Drowned Girl."

Ikuko placed down the tray of refreshments, and shook her head,
"This... this just isn't possible. It can't be real!"

Hotaru's hand unconsciously moved to Ranma's shoulder. "Is it any less
believable than Magic Girls and Youma?" asked Hotaru, trying to help
make her fiancée's case.

Ranma sighed, and replied by taking Ikuko's hand and placing it onto
her chest. He then dumped a cup of steaming hot tea over his head.

Ikuko's eyes opened to their limits and she and felt saw Ranma morph
from the gorgeous woman to his natural form.

"Proof enough?"

Ikuko blushed, and backed away from Ranma, as she processed all of it.
"Okay, I believe you", she said with a deep sigh.

After a few seconds, her eyes narrowed slightly. "Now why did you ruin
my wall?"

Ranma turned around and looked at the wall. There was a small,
supermodel shaped crater in it. He blushed and chuckled to himself.
"Er... sorry!"

"Ranma, why were you afraid of the cat?" asked Hotaru.

Ranma sighed and sat down. "That's gotta do with my damn, idiot old man
too."

Hotaru blinked. Some how she should have guessed that... "What else did
he do, Ranma?"

Ranma sighed. "It's a side effect of something called the Neko-ken."

"Ranma, I have this feeling that I really don't want to know, but what
*is* it..." said Hotaru.

"It's a special technique," replied the martial artist.

"How does a 'special technique' make you afraid of cats?" asked Chibi-
Usa.

"Simple," replied Ranma, "It involves wrapping the student, preferably
a young child, in fish sausage then throwing him into a pit full of
starving cats. "

All three women's jaws dropped at they stared in horror at Ranma. The
three women's eyes met, and it was obvious that their thoughts mirrored
one another. What kind of monster was Ranma's father? Hotaru had known
he was a complete and total idiot from Ranma description but this...
this was just monstrous! Who could do that to their own child?!

Hotaru's grip on Ranma's arm tightened, and she looked him in the eyes.
No one could be that stupid, could they?

The troubled look in Ranma's eyes was a definitive 'yes'.

"How old were you?" asked Ikuko, he voice completely numb.

Ranma shrugged. "Six..."

Ikuko just gawked at the young man in disbelief. "Six? You were only
six years old?"

He nodded. "Yep."

"Ranma-kun, where was you're mother during all of this?" asked Ikuko.

With a sigh, the pigtailed youth said, "I was on a ten year training
trip. I was in Osaka. She was in Tokyo."

"I... can't believe that anyone human could do that to a little kid..."
murmured Chibi-Usa.

Ranma scowled. "He's done lots of crap like that. What really ticks me
off about the Neko-ken is that the baka didn't even bother to read the
next page."

"What did it say?" asked Ikuko.

Ranma sighed. "It was a warning in big happy lettering that said 'Only
an idiot would teach someone the Neko-ken, because the student will go
insane'. Heck, that only half of it!"

Hotaru's grip tightened even more. How could it be any worse?

Ranma, sensing her unease, pulled his army away and put it around her
in a hug, which she quickly accepted.

"How can it be any worse?" asked Chibi-Usa. It was obvious from the
haunted look in her eyes that she really didn't want him to answer
that.

"I told ya that I can't even look at one of those evil little monsters
without running away in terror, but I didn't tell ya what happens if
I'm around 'em too long..."

Ikuko sat down. It was obvious from the look of revulsion that Ranma's
story had made her very nauseous.

"Ranma-kun," she interrupted, "He seriously thought that was some kind
of martial arts training?"

"Martial Arts training, Saotome Genma Stupid Style. You don't think,
you just do, and hope it doesn't blow up in your face." he said flatly,
"I learned the technique, but it wasn't what the baka-panda expected."

"What do you mean by that?"

"As I was saying, if I'm around cats too long the technique take hold.
I kinda go berserk. I'm almost invincible, but I go crazy from the
fear, lose my mind, and start ta think and act like a cat. I have no
memory of it, but I've been told the only way ta get me to snap out of
it is to get me to fall asleep or activate my curse."

Hotaru silently looked at her beloved and let the story of the Neko-ken
run through her mind over and over again. Hotaru's hand slowly drifted
to her belly. His father was a monster as much as any of the enemies
she'd ever faced. What kind of bastard could do that to their own
child... and if he could do something like that to his child, why not
his grandchild, her child. This went beyond child abuse. It was just
callous, sadistic cruelty...

He took a step away, out of his arms, and looked at him. "Ranma," said
Hotaru in a voice as one coming from a crypt. All heads turned to her.

"Er... yeah Hotaru?" asked Ranma.

Hotaru's eyes narrowed into a cold edged glare of death straight from
Sailor Saturn at her worst. "If your father EVER even thinks about
doing anything remotely like that to our baby, then I WILL KILL HIM!"

Ikuko took a step back, surprised but the pure venom in sweet, kind
Hotaru's voice. After a second her eyes widened and she looked at the
young woman, her eyes shining with maternal concern.

"Hotaru-chan," asked Ikuko, "did you just say 'our baby'? Is there
something I don't know?"

Hotaru face was quickly drained of it's anger. Oh shit... she'd just
screwed up yet again. She slowly turned to the concerned and very
confused lady of the house. Hotaru decided to tell her the truth, she
would know anyways in a month or so, and Ikuko had always been a good
mother. She had raised Usagi, and to a degree, Chibi-Usa very well. She
had even provided some of the mothering for her that Michiru-mama
didn't have the experience to provide. She really deserved to know, but
still, after what happened with her 'parents', she was afraid.

Hotaru gulped, and hoped that the older woman wouldn't think any less
of her. "Hai..."

"Hotaru-chan? It's okay, you can tell me." stated Ikuko.

"Do you promise that you won't tell Chibi-Usa-chan that she can't
associate with me?"

Ikuko backed away. "Why would I ever do something like that?"

Hotaru gulped, and hoped that the older woman wouldn't think any less of
her. "Ikuko-san, I'm..."

Hotaru's confession was interrupted Ranma as he placed his hands on her
shoulders.

She looked up to him, and into his eyes. She saw a small amount of
frustration, but she could tell by how he was looking at her, that he was
with her in this. If not no, they were soon going to be a family.

The look of unease gradually faded from Hotaru's face, replaced with
contentment.

With a sigh, she turned back to the lady of the house. "Ikuko-san,
Ranma and I..." she blushed and looked down. "We're going to have a
baby..."

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Tsukino Ikuko looked slack jawed at the girl as the meaning of her words
hit. “Excuse me, Hotaru-chan,” she murmured, “but did you just say you’re
going to have a baby?”

Hotaru pressed back into Ranma's embrace. She looked the elder Tsukino in
the face glowing with happiness, and said, “Yes. I’m pregnant.”

While her face was happy, her tone told a story of fear of rejection.
Ikuko knew the girl well, and guessed that Hotaru was terrified, and not
of having a child.

This wouldn’t do. No, it wouldn’t do at all.

The elder Tsukino swiftly banished her visible signs of shock and
replaced it with maternal concern. If Hotaru's parents knew, knowing
Haruka it was likely that their reaction was harsh. Not that she couldn’t
sympathize, she’d probably ring Usagi’s neck.

Hotaru needed someone, especially at a time like this, and she would like
to be that person. There was time for questions and answers later.

“Hotaru?”

The girl stepped away from her lover and looked down. “Yes, Ikuko-san?”

Ikuko smiled brightly, walked over to the girl, and placed her hands on
Hotaru’s shoulders, gathering her into a loose hug. “Congratulations,
Hotaru-chan!”

Hotaru’s eyes closed and she returned the hug with a smile.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice filled with relief.

After a moment or two Ikuko pulled Hotaru into the family room and sat
the girl down next to her.

“Now Hotaru,” she said in a maternal tone, “If you have any questions of
any sort, please ask at any time.”

Hotaru smiled and replied, “Thank you, Ikuko-san. I will.”

“So, how far along are you?”

Hotaru blushed. “Two months.”

“Ranma’s the father, correct?” asked Ikuko.

Hotaru nodded. “Of course.”

Ikuko gave Ranma an appraising look. In the last two years Hotaru had
become like a member of the family. She didn't wish to pressure Hotaru
now that she realized why the girl had come in crying and been rushed up
stairs last night. She had been concerned then, and Chibi-usa had
reassured her that Hotaru would tell her what it was about when she felt
ready. Now that she knew what was going on, she was going to find out the
whole story.

Mentally she considered the situation. She needed to speak with them
both. She’d start with him. “Hotaru-chan?”

Hotaru smiled. “Yes, Ikuko-san?”

“I want to speak to you and your fiance. Chibi-Usa-Chan, why don’t you
and Hotaru chat upstairs?”

“Sure, Ikuko-Mama,” replied the pink-tressed teenager. Chibi-Usa smiled
at her closest comrade and grabbed her by the arm. “Come on Hotaru! You
have to tell me everything.”

The delicately featured girl smiled wearily and followed the energetic
little rabbit up the stairs, pausing only to gaze into her beloved’s eyes
and give him and affirming nod before continuing to the second floor.

Once Hotaru and Chibi-Usa were up the steps, Ikuko turned to the young
man and gave him a long hard stare.

The look of discomfort crossing his features was subtle but there. His
extremities quivered very slightly, his eyes darted side to side, and a
very slight sheen of formed on his stress induced sweat on his forehead.
He looked like he was on the spot, in the midst of some form of
interrogation, which in all honestly, he was.

Ikuko sat down and motioned for Ranma to join her, an act he did with
some reluctance. Once they were both seated she took a deep breath and
began to question the youth. “I see Hotaru-chan as if she were my niece.
She is a sweet girl and her happiness and well-being are important to me,
Ranma-kun. So, how long have you known Hotaru-chan?”

“Well,” replied the gender-bending young warrior, “I met her ‘bout two
months ago but I’ve only really known her for a couple of days.”

Ikuko blinked, and then, she blinked again. That answer was not even
close to what she had expected.

“What? Could you explain what is going on to me?” she asked, with a
raised eyebrow and look of bewilderment.

Ranma took a breath and closed his eyes. “Well, it all started when...”

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Chibi-Usa cackled to herself as she sealed the door to her hall behind
her. With a demented smile on her face she locked it and sat down in
front of the doorway.

“Chibi-Usa-chan, what on earth are you doing?” asked Hotaru.

“This way you’re not leaving until you tell me everything!” exclaimed the
pink-haired teenager. “I want names, dates, and all the sloppy details!”

Hotaru's face turned seven successive shades of red from light pink all
the way to a brilliant crimson extending below her neckline.

Chibi-Usa giggled. “Getting embarrassed?”

The purple-haired girl smiled and punched her friend in the arm. “Quit
it, Chibi-Usa-chan!"

The pink haired girl smiled and gave Hotaru a hug, and a friendly kiss on
the cheek. “Relax, Hotaru-chan!”

Hotaru giggled and pulled her legs up, placing her chin on her knees.
“I’m fine,” Hotaru sighed, “It’s just that things have been happening so
suddenly.”

“Yeah,” stated Chibi-Usa in response.

“I mean, a week ago I was just a normal... well, somewhat normal school
girl. Now I’m going to marry a...”

“A total hunk,” interjected Chibi-Usa.

“Chibi-Usa! I’m trying to be serious!”

“So am I,” quipped Usa, “he's gorgeous!"

Hotaru scowled slightly. “No, I’m really trying to be serious.”

“Sorry,” Chibi-Usa replied, looking down in apologetically. “I’ll stop
teasing you.”

“Chibi-Usa, I’m overwhelmed. I’m pregnant, I’m getting married, I have no
idea how this will affect the future, and to be honest, I find Ranma
kinda intimidating.”

“Why’s he intimidating?” asked Chibi-Usa, her curiosity honestly peaked.

“Because,” stated Hotaru, “I seriously think that he is just as powerful
as one of us.”

“What?”

“He’s as strong as a Sailor Senshi.”

Chibi-Usa gawked at her friend wide-eyed. “You can’t be serious.”

“You didn’t hear his stories.”

Chibi-Usa rolled her eyes. “They could have just been stories.”

“You didn’t see what he did to that mailbox,” replied Hotaru.

“What did he do?” asked Chibi-Usa.

“When he found out I was pregnant, he punched it.”

“Ouch,” replied Chibi-Usa with a wince. “I hope his hand’s okay.”

Hotaru sighed and shook her head. “You should be more worried about the
mailbox.”

“Nani?”

“With one punch he crushed the box like a soda can, ripped it off its
mounting bolts, and sent it flying through the air. It was going so fast
that it smashed a parked car on the other side of the street! It was
scary!”

Chibi-Usa blinked. “Does that scare you?”

“Yeah, and I like it.”

Chibi-Usa gawked at her friend. “You like it?”

Hotaru blushed and smiled slyly. “It's sort of a thrill...”

“Didn’t think you were the type to get off on danger.”

Hotaru giggled and laid back. “Neither did I, but he makes me feel safe
too.”

“How can he make you feel scared and safe?”

“I know that he’d never hurt me. When he holds me, I can feel his
strength around me. It’s so overwhelming but so gentle. I’ve never felt
so... protected in my life.”

Chibi-Usa sighed, “That’s so... wow!”

“I know... I told him what I was capable of too.”

“That you can silence the Earth?”

Hotaru nodded.

“Was he afraid?”

“No. I was more scared then he was, but he was so sweet. It didn’t matter
to him, in fact,” Hotaru paused. “He said he already knew people who
could destroy a planet.”

Chibi-Usa went wide-eyed. “You’re not serious!”

Hotaru shook her head. “I am. I don’t know if he was being serious but I
will ask him about it.”

Chibi-Usa nodded in agreement. “That... would be a good idea.”

Hotaru smirked slyly and leaned forward, looking Chibi-Usa in the eyes
“So, do you want the steamy details now?”

Chibi-Usa all but jumped her friend with a huge smile on her face. “Do I
ever!”

Hotaru smiled with glee. “Where should I start? Where all this started,
when I jumped him on the roof, the part where I pulled him into a love
hotel or the part where we experimented with my senshi powers?”

“Wait a second! You jumped him on a roof then pulled him into a love
hotel and had sex as Sailor Saturn?"

“Yep!”

“What was it like?”

Hotaru’s grin widened even farther. “I think I dislocated something.”

“Come on Hotaru-chan, stop playing around! I want details! Tell me all
the details! I want the whole sweaty story, leave nothing out!”

“Hey, lets not go that far!” exclaimed Hotaru, “It’s private!”

Chibi-Usa looked blankly at Hotaru. “And this isn’t? Come on, I’m your
friend! I tell you everything?”

“Like what? You haven’t told me anything!”

Chibi-Usa sighed. “Not much to tell on my end. I have less luck with men
then Minako!” Chibi-Usa pouted. “Come on, let me live vicariously... I’d
tell you!”

Hotaru blinked, and scowled slightly. “One hell of a guilt trip...”

Chibi-Usa nodded. “Yep! One of my best... did it work?”

“Okay, Chibi-Usa-chan, you win,” replied Hotaru with a slight sigh, “How
about I just give you a run-down on everything that happened?”

“Including the naughty bits?”

“Including the naughty bits.”

“Yeah!” exclaimed Chibi-Usa. She sat intensively in front of her friend.
The hentai look on her face was far from innocent.

“It all started when...”

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Ranma gulped as he looked at the woman in front of him. He had given her
a run through of his life, the ten-year trip, the myriad of fiancés, the
stream of rivals, and just how they got in this mess in the first place.
Anything of relevance, that did not embarrass him too badly, was
mentioned.

Ikuko hadn’t said a word during the entire conversation. She had just sat
in place and looked at him. The furrowed brow and steel gaze made it damn
clear to him that she was thinking, a lot. He hated interrogations.

Ikuko looked at him with an expressionless face. “Please, tell me what
you just said was just a bad joke.”

“I wish,” Ranma stated, with a sigh of exasperation.

“So, on top of the curse and the ‘neko-ken’ thing, you’re telling me that
you are some kind of super powerful martial artist...”

“I’m the best there is!"

“Like out of an anime...”

“You’d be surprised how true-to-life cartoons can be...”

“You have an army of fiancées...”

“Only four now, that I know about...”

“You have an endless number of rivals...”

“I wouldn’t say endless, but there’s a bunch...”

“There are people trying to kill you...”

“Not as often as you’d think, except for this one mostly harmless
idiot...”

“And most of this is your father’s fault?”

“Basically...”

Ikuko sighed loudly and brought up her hand to rub her temples. To no one
in particular she mumbled “Hotaru, what the hell did you get yourself
into?”

Ranma sighed and leaned back. “My life...”

Ikuko began to rub her head again. Having to contemplate his life
probably gave her a headache. He could sympathize.

Suddenly, one of Ikuko’s eyebrows raised as an thought flashed through
her head. “Ranma-kun,” she asked, “Were you at that party to look for
girls?”

“Huh? Why would I go to a party to look for a girlfriend? I’ve got enough
girl trouble as is.”

Ikuko cocked her head and looked at him funny, like she knew something he
didn’t.

“Err... what is it?”

“You’re not the type to take advantage, are you...”

Ranma blinked. “What are you talking about?”

“Ranma, men don’t go to parties like that to look for girlfriends.”

“Ah... Then why did you ask?”

“Ranma, do your friends know about your girl form?”

“Yeah,” he replied. “What of it?”

“Would you say they were trying to get you drunk?” she continued.

“Ah, yeah, I guess,” he replied. “Isn’t that what people do at those
parties?”

“Ranma, college boys only really throw those parties so they can get
girls drunk and have their way with them.”

“Ya gotta be kidding me,” Ranma replied, “My friends know that I have
enough girl troubles as is, and even if I didn’t, I’d never do somethin’
like that to anybody! Why would they invite me to a party where you...”
Ranma voice slowed as he finished the sentence. “get girls drunk to have
sex with them...”

He looked at the Tsukino woman with wide eyes, “They were going to try to
get me drunk and sleep with my girl half, weren’t they?”

“Probably,” Ikuko replied.

“Do you seriously think they could be that stupid?” he asked. They would
have had to be fucking insane to think that they could get away with
something like that breathing.

“Well,” commented Ikuko, “Many young men tend not to think with their
minds.”

Ranma’s gaze went totally level, and in a flat, clear voice he said,
“Good point. I am going to have to ‘talk’ to them about this...”

“Ranma?” Ikuko asked, a slight tinge of fear in her voice. The woman was
slowly putting distance between them.

Ranma blinked. What was the problem? He looked down at himself. Crap. His
aura was out. He closed his eyes and let it fade.

“Sorry ‘bout that. Didn’t mean to freak you out.”

Ikuko slowly began to relax. “What was that?”

“My battle aura... It was my ki,” stated Ranma.

Ikuko was surprised at his skill level. “You can actually make your ki
visible?”

Ranma did the patented Saotome smirk. “Yep.”

“That’s just so... *cool*.”

Ranma blushed and scratched the back of his head. “Well, I have been
training most of my life.”

“What else can you do?” she asked . The serious, motherly tone was gone,
replaced by childish curiosity. She sounded like a little girl who had a
magician at her beck and call.

“Well... At a low level I can make myself stronger, faster, more durable.
Beyond that are some more exotic techniques, like protective shielding,
energy blasts, invisibility, and flight.”

Ikuko leaned forward and looked him in the eyes. There was a big, girlish
smile on her face. “You can actually fly?”

“Well, kinda. I know the technique, it’s just really hard. It takes a lot
of energy.”

“Can you show me something, besides the aura?”

Ranma shrugged. “Ah, sure! Why not?”

Ikuko sat back, trying to contain her enthusiasm. Thanks to years of
martial arts anime and centuries worth of legend, most Japanese knew what
martial artists were _theoretically_ capable of doing. Ranma guessed that
having a master in your house, willing to do tricks would be considered
pretty awesome to your average housewife. With a shrug, he raised his
hand and a sphere of dimly glowing blue energy gathered.

Ikuko smiled and leaned closer, looking over the energy in mute wonder.

Suddenly, the screen to the room was opened quickly with a crash. In the
entrance was standing the beautiful, young, odangoed, fuku clad  magic
girl known to all as Sailor Moon.

The twitch or her eyebrow and the death glare she was giving him did not
look good. Of course he was not in the best position, having a Ki blast
pointed at the lady of the house...

He let the energy ball fade and raised his hand in a futile attempt to
look non-threatening. “Hey, this ain’t what it looks like!”

The girl growled. “I am the pretty sailor-suited soldier Sailor Moon! In
the name of love and justice I will not allow villains to threaten
innocent mothers!”

Ranma sweated. Who the hell was her speechwriter, Kuno?

From behind the scenes, another senshi with long blond hair whispered in
her ear. The other eyebrow started to twitch.

Quickly, Sailor Moon tacked on, “Nor will I allow them to take advantage
of innocent girls! In the name of the Moon I’ll PUNISH YOU!”

“Why me?"