[Episode 15490] [Episode 15490]Actually, that wasn't quite the case.
Now Mihoshi, as a djinnie, as Robin Williams so succiently put it, had PHENOMINAL COSMIC POWERS, (with an itty bitty living space), but quite frankly, the power to give all the people who Ranma had been promised to by his father in exchange for food, shelter, or as a marker to cover a gambling debt was a bit more than any djinni had. In fact, most of the lower level goddesses would blanche at the thought.
So, Mihoshi hedged a bit. Made a few rules. Nothing to really exclude anyone important, but at least to separate the wheat from the chaff.
So, the engagement had to be with Ranma in his current form, at least one of the pair had to know about the existence of the other, and the engagement had to be currently in effect.
It was surprising how many people these simple rules excluded. Many had never told their children about the flimsy engagements, forgetting about being bilked so. Some had thought the engagement null and void as soon as Genma had run off, not wanting any child of theirs married to the child of such a scoundrel. Some, luckily, had even expired by this point, with prospective fiancees married off.
In fact, if Ranma hadn't read the Tokyo news about the existance of the Sailor-suited warriors of justice, and Ami Mizuno hadn't curiously wondered from time to time about what happened to the boy she met on the day she decided to become a doctor, Ami would probably be blissfully unaware. As it was, she was caught on a technicality.
As opposed to one Tatewaki Kunou, who was missing on a technicality. For the moment, anyway.
In the mean time, however, Mihoshi was fast asleep in her lamp, snoring lightly as the lamp disappeared from the area, to a brand new hiding place. She needed her rest after all, as it was only a matter of time before some other betrothed would get caught in the wish and she'd have to expend more power...
Akane groaned, coughing as she held onto the wastebasket. This must be her penance.
That bad? She knew her cooking wasn't as good as Kasumi's. But that bad? Kami...
She heaved again, her stomach empty, but the revulsion in her mind still trying to get out through her throat. So much had happened to Ranma in his life, and she felt sorry for him, for all that he had suffered. All those times she had hit him, and he didn't deserve it, too. It wasn't his fault. Most of the time. He didn't mean to have fiancees crawling all over him. It just...happened.
Urgh. Kami, she wanted to die. The shame! That bad, and he still ate it, when she asked him to. Why? She heaved again, searching her mind for the answer to that question. It wasn't in Ranma's understanding though. He didn't really know.
Hurrrk. She didn't either. Kami...the number of times she almost killed him... Food, mallet...the abuse she laid on him...
The knock at the door pulled her out of her thoughts, and she looked up in alarm. It couldn't be... The voice at the door was worried, hesistant, worried. "Akane? Are you alright?"
"Please..." she whispered. She couldn't face him right now. Not like this. Not knowing what she'd done. "Please," she croaked pitfully, "Ranma, go away..."
The typing was furious as Ami Mizuno flahed through screens. There. A Furikan High School. Now to cross-reference Tendo fighting schools in the area.
Ami had been a good ways down the street before she realized while she had an idea on where she was going, she was a little fuzzy on the exact details. Tendo Dojo, she knew. But where?
Ranma hadn't even known his own address. He didn't need to. The mail was never for him, and everyone around knew the Tendo Dojo. Unfortunately, a quick check of Tokyo yellow page listings listed seven Tendo Dojos.
She flipped through the new knowledge in her brain for an answer. Furikan High! That would do it. A cross-referenced list, and she knew where she was going. But now...should she?
Now the heat of anger had worn off, she thought about it. Of all the things Ranma didn't need in his life, it was another fiancee. Not to mention she had Urawa-san to think of. What good would she do him showing up on his doorstep, anyway? Much as she'd like to turn that ingrate father of his into a popsicle, considering he was nearly as good as Ranma was, even as Sailor Mercury she would have trouble handling him. And besides, he wasn't exactly a youma, anyway.
The girls...she couldn't do anything about them, either. On the physical side, Ranma could pretty much take care of himself. It was the emotional and mental sides he needed help with
She sighed, looking at the address. Furikan Shin-Oe 4-12-2. The address - of course!
Inspiration hit her. What Ranma could probably use is someone he could talk to outside his current set of problems. Someone uninvolved. She could supply that, where no one else in his life could. In a moment, she had opened a new empty text window on her computer.
Dear Ranma;You probably don't remember me, but years ago, I was a girl in a doctor's office...
Usagi poked her head into the room, interrupting her. "Ami? Are you alright? We were worried when you didn't come back out and heard the door, and well, you know. Rei just called too, and said there was a massive disturbance, something magical or something..."
Ami smiled weakly. "I'm OK, Usagi. And I know. Tell Rei not to worry about it, and I'll explain later. I just really need to write this letter first."
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