"Eh?"
"What is it?" Muoti asked.
Euphoria blinked as she stared at the sensor readout. "There's something flying at the ship . . .!"
CLANG!
"It just hit us," Euphoria then announced as the ship lightly trembled.
Eyes turned to port to see the flattened image of a brown-haired man in his late teens, square-lens reading glasses on his face, currently stretched out over one of the glass view ports. The four Yizibajohei women blinked, and then Courtesan turned to gaze on the Matron. "Do the norms on this planet use their males as living missiles?" she asked, her eyebrow arching confusedly.
The Matron shook her head.
"Naru-sempai, are you alright?" Aoyama Motoko asked.
Standing at the edge of the outdoor bath, Narusegawa Naru seemed to look as if a sudden chill had come down on her back.
As if her latest attempt at correcting Urashima Keitarou's behaviour had produced consequences she would not know how to deal with in the future.
"Wonder if Kei-kun'll come back this time?" Konno Mitsune mused aloud as she gazed in the direction Naru's latest punch had sent her would-be boyfriend. "That was a pretty good hit you made, Naru."
Naru jolted as she gazed on her friend, and then she stared once more towards the heavens.
There had been that shooting star . . .!
"A local male impacted the Choir's ship?" the Yoke demanded.
"By the looks of it," Madame Fabulous said as she stared at the sensor readout. The ship bearing the Fabulous Quartet had been placed into hover-mode some distance from Tomobiki so the leader of the group could try to understand what was going on concerning their "rival" group. "He was launched from what appears to be an apartment complex in an urban habitation to the south of Tokyo proper; it is called 'Hinata.' As to how he survived being hurdled that far without being killed from the air pressure alone . . .!"
CLANG!
"It appears that fellow is not the only one who experiences this phenomena," the Madame then noted as the others in the Quartet stared wide-eyed at the black-haired man currently pressed flat against the front view port of THEIR ship!
The other three blinked for a moment, and then Blaze started to blush. "For a norm, he's actually pretty cute."
"He is that, isn't he?" the Unseen Lady wondered aloud.
"Want me to bring him inside?" the Yoke asked.
"DEFINITELY!" the sisters chimed together.
"Okay . . . "
On the grounds of Fuurinkan High School, Tendou Akane felt a chill warp through her as she gazed towards the western sky, where she had sent Saotome Ranma flying thanks to her trusty pervert-bashing mallet.
"Do you want to know Violent Girl's fortune cookie, Spatula Girl?" Shampoo -- she had pursued her "Airen" to the school in pursuit of another date, thus leading to Akane's most recent expression of jealousy towards Ranma -- asked.
"What's that?" Kuonji Ukyou wondered as she stared at her rival.
"The fortune cookie said that today is not the day to loose one's temper," the warrior-maiden of the Nujiézú announced. "For this time, it will lead to much worse than any sort of heartbreak."
"Oh, I see."
A worse chill then warped through Akane's body . . .
"It wasn't . . . my fault . . .!"
"Hey, you okay?"
Moaning, Keitarou opened his eyes, he then finding himself staring at a very unfamiliar ceiling. Groaning as the many sources of pain dancing over his body began to fade, he turned to look around . . .
And then he stopped on seeing a dusky-skinned woman dressed in -- what appeared to him to be -- a white tank top and ripped jeans kneeling close by. Surprised at the stranger's appearance, Keitarou then felt the heat rise in his cheeks as the woman's quite exotic looks started to shear past his many emotional guards. Seeing that, the woman fluttered her dark eyes as she passed a couple of fingers through her braided hair, and then she smiled at him, flashing perfectly white teeth. "I asked if you were okay?" she repeated herself, her Japanese actually quite good despite the unidentifiable accent she possessed.
Keitarou blinked a couple of times, and then he slowly moved to sit up. "Who're you . . .?" he wondered before taking a moment to look around. He was quick to take in the quite advanced surroundings. "Where am I . . .?"
"This is our ship," she said as her companions walked in to join them. As the lone male took a moment to absorb Muoti's punk looks, Courtesan's more sensual dress style and the more plain clothes worn by the Matron, Euphoria then smiled as she gently exhaled a dose of her special "cannabis breath." "As for me, I'm Euphoria. So, was it a fight scene or a love scene you just got bashed out of?"
Keitarou blinked, and then his whole body turned to jelly as all the pain and every negative emotion he had felt up to this moment vanished from his mind and body. "Sometimes, it's . . . just so . . . hard to tell . . .!" he slurred before passing out, drool escaping him as his tongue slurred out of his mouth.
"Seems friendly enough," Muoti mused.
"Is he really a norm?" Courtesan wondered.
"Hard to tell," the Matron breathed out.
"Man, Shampoo, couldn't you just . . . leave it alone for a while . . .?"
"So, what do you think, boss-lady?"
Ranma's eyes snapped fully open on hearing that strange voice, and then he gasped on seeing four very attractive women -- all of them dressed in quite form-fitting clothing that reminded him of the uniforms the so-called "superheroes" from the United States often wore -- standing at the foot of the bed he was currently lying on. In a second, he leapt straight to the deckhead, his fingers instantly burrowing into the steel as he began to shake uncontrollably.
The oldest of the four, who possessed tomboy-cut brown hair, blinked in surprise on seeing what this native man (?) was doing to the metal of her ship. "He could easily rend metal?" she mused aloud. "Clearly, this is no norm."
The others stared at him before they began to look thoughtful. For Ranma, that was not a good sign. "Agreed," one of the two blondes nodded as she stared once more at their visitor. "If he was able to fly almost all the way into space, he clearly has the paranormal ability to survive in almost any environment."
"He's got strength," the other blonde stated with an appreciative nod. "Not to mention some type of invulnerability."
"He'd actually fit right home," the crimson-haired giantess with the quite pronounced curves in all the right places (both muscles and -- ahem! -- other parts of the body) stated as she gave Ranma an appraising look.
All four nodded appreciatively. Seeing that, Ranma shuddered as one inescapable conclusion came to his mind. "Oh, man . . .!" he muttered under his breath. "More fiancées . . .?!"
Curious looks were then sent his way. "Um, excuse me, but what in the Crystal's Name is a 'fiancée?'" the giantess then asked.
Ranma face-faulted!
"Who's here, Nee-chan?"
"The Fabulous Quartet," Tariko answered as she gazed to the west of the Moroboshi home. "And by the looks of it, they just bumped into Ranma."
The others in the living room of the Moroboshi home blinked. "You mean Saotome Ranma?" Shinobu then wondered. "That martial artist with all the fiancées over in Fuurinkan?" She then blinked. "Who's the Fabulous Quartet?"
"Mister (or Madame) Fabulous. The Unseen Man (or Lady). Blaze. The Yoke. A sometimes-face, sometimes-heel team of four that have been together through at least twenty known incarnations, Shinobu-san," Ataru answered as he took a sip of his tea, and then he gazed on his sister. "I think there's another group here too, Nee-chan. Keitarou-san just met them; looks like he got himself into another embarrassing situation with either Naru-san or Motoko-san."
Tariko blinked as she took that in, and then she peered to the south. Her meta-senses were quick to fill her in on the details. "Courtesan. The Matron. Euphoria. Muoti. Looks like they've hooked up with the Preacher. And yeah, Keitarou's with them. Looks to me that idiot Konno switched the sign over at Hinata-sou when he was cleaning the onsen spring, then Narusegawa sent him for a short flight."
Ataru shook his head. "And Ranma-san?"
"Everyone's favourite China doll chased him to school for a date, then pushed it in front of a certain tomboy," Tariko noted, a disgusted tone in her voice.
He nodded understandingly. "Ah!" With that, he moved to finish his tea. "Pity Naru-san and Akane-san did that when we got visitors. They might learn that this time, their tempers might produce the results they didn't expect."
"Too bad for them," Tariko noted.
"AH-CHOO!" Naru and Akane sneezed together.
So with that . . .
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