Ranma strolled into her room, a spring in her step and a smile on her face. Well, strictly speaking, it wasn’t

her

room, by most traditional definitions of ownership, though by several decidedly

un

traditional methods, a claim might be made. However, nobody was currently using it, and she needed some privacy. Nobody questioned her entering, and she was reas

“Hey,
Ranma baby. What would you say to a little wager?”
Nabiki
addressed her possible future brother/sister-in-law with a winning
kind of smile that the martial artist had learned to associate with
devious, manipulative money-making schemes—usually at his expense.
The
fact that she had approached him while he was getting ready for a
bath, just as he was giving himself a preparatory cold-water rinse,
changing himself into his female form, did nothing to make Ranma
friendlier.
Now
in the s

Ultimate Technique
by Jonathan “Fanfic Fetishist” Spires
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Tendo Residence...
Evening...
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Ranma Saotome, long hair bound in a tight pigtail, shivered softly in the evening cold. The muscular, red-headed young woman grumbled at this, hugging herself to