Worldkillers…
They were Kryptonian super-weapons, ultimate destructive power that had long since been stopped and eliminated … not!
For Kara Zor-El, they were very real. There leader had left her to die on the city of Argo.
Now, she was on some city on the foreign world of Earth, trying to survive against four of the terrors of Kryptonian legends…
Deimax: a saber-toothed cat-man with armor, super-strength, invulnerability, and capable of generating mass terrain destruction.
Perrilus: a reptile-like female with tendril like arms, able to generate poisons, viruses, and disseminate them, leading to population extinction.
Flower of Heaven: a flying entity with white fur and green armor with a helmet, capable of energy creation and manipulation, giving them the ability to overload planetary systems.
And Reign: their leader, female humanoid with pale skin, long red hair, super-strength, invulnerability, and their tactical leader.
“You continue to surprise me, Kryptonian,” Reign spoke, their conversation still in that language, as Deimax slowly pulled himself off the ground from Kara’s release of solar energy. “This may take longer than I thought.”
The distraction was enough, as Flower of Heaven grabbed her head from behind. “Feed me,” the Worldkiller squeaked/hissed, as it drained her of her energy, dropping the daughter of Zor-El to the ground.
“Or perhaps not,” Reign smirked. “Perrilus, finish her off, please,” she stated, commanding her fellow Worldkiller.
Hissing in something that might have passed for joy, the creature approached the struggling child of Kypton, before pausing as something was halting her forward progress. Looking down, she saw … nothing.
She did, however, feel something and hear it, as a rapid series of impacts hit her armored midsection that if she could have counted, numbered in the thousands, delivered in but a few seconds…
And then she felt air beneath her feet, as she rocketed back towards the assembled Worldkillers, her armor shattered around her midsection, and a fluid that could almost pass for her blood, escaping her lips.
To Kara’s shock, a figure dressed in black began to appear before her. She could hear no heartbeat, no sounds of breathing… She hadn’t even been able to register the being’s presence, before he attacked.
Of course, given how my senses are acting, that’s no real shock, she thought bitterly to herself.
“Are you okay?”
Blinking, she looked at the figure, facing her behind some mask. His voice, while odd, had spoken Kryptonian, what more, social speaking, not the book-learned version the guy who called himself her cousin, spoke.
Nodding her head, she forced herself to stand back up, the sunlight already restoring her sapped strength.
Shinobi turned to stare at the foursome, flexing his hands. Despite what he thought, that armor had been tough. Even mixing in Gaia Power with his chi at the maximum he could handle—only five percent—his fists still stung from the enhanced Kachü Tenshin Amaguriken. The only bright side was that it had shattered the armor of the green dino-girl, exposing her stomach. And from what he recalled, most reptiles tended to have soft underbellies.
Of course, these things were going toe-to-toe with a fully charged Kryptonian, so he could be wrong. “Okay, two things first.”
Kara nodded.
“First, I’ll take the two ugly ones.”
The blond could only give him a curious look.
“But before that,” Shinobi stated, turning slightly towards her, “I’ll need your help to decide which are the two ugliest ones.”
He tried to keep some humor in voice, but wasn’t sure if she’d even get it. All he knew was that he had a quiet analog of Karen beside him, four bad powerhouses in front of him, and was surrounded by police, military, and civilians too stupid to run instead of sticking around to watch the fight.
When he won, they’d all probably bitch that he hadn’t done enough to protect them…
Stupid civilians… Even people in Nerima didn’t hang around unless they could stand it.
Enough of that! he mentally cursed himself. Time to see if all my training was actually worth it!
49 months ago… Salem Woods…
“Ow, ow, ow, OW! Stupid, STUPID briar patches!” Ranma cursed as he twisted about; a few more new scrapes on his arms. What the hell was with this place? Nothing grew right in this forest! All he’d wanted to do was simply apply his roof-hopping skills to tree-branches but no~Ooooooooooo… Cheap and brittle pieces of wood snapped under his weight, which left him to taking to the forest floor.
“OW!”
Which meant coming upon briar bushes and thistles. Lots and lots of thistles.
Ranma Saotome of Earth, you have the ability to—GAWH!
And talking magical rings, a few of those.
Not that he’d touch any of them. He had learned his mistake the last time he touched something small that talked back to him. In a burst of light, he’d been transported to some hi-tech lab in rural Okayama, Japan, and had only escaped because while some mad-genius loli was checking something, a tanned blonde in a bath towel had released him.
True, he had lied, claimed he needed to use the restroom to get her to release him—after promising that, no, he was not a super-wanted space criminal, and left. But he did leave a note.
Okay, he claimed his name was Ryoga Hibiki, but it wasn’t like she’d find the truth!
Either way, every time something that wasn’t living, came up to him and talked, he immediately sent it to his personal subspace pocket.
Maybe someday … he’d even let them out … when he had enough room to escape them, or redirect them to someone else.
He hated this new world. Too many people, his homeland was filled with a lot of people who looked the same, roof-hopping was frowned upon—not to mention what piss-poor building codes they had that a roof couldn’t support his chi-enhanced landings/takeoffs, and now the forests…
How the hell were you supposed to get through them!? The branches were weak, and even if they weren’t, there was no clear path from one to the other. The grounds were covered with overgrown bushes with sharp, prickly things…
“Maybe this is the fault of that global warming crap they’re always yammering about,” he wondered, pulling one last thistle from his backside.
Oh this had better be worth it. He trusted Helena and her sources but even she couldn’t exactly pin down specifics for him on this… Still, he had to try; everything was counting on it!
And by ‘everything’, he meant things important to his immediate happiness and sanity. There were tales and whispers of a mighty sorcerer hidden away out here, away from, yet still within the grasp of modern civilization, who knew the ins and outs of this world’s magic. It was him who could likely have any idea of what the hell was going on and maybe, JUST maybe … help Ranma with a personal problem.
*WHAM!*
… That is, if he survived to find him. “Did I just get hit-n-runned by Bambi?’ he asked himself, slowly standing up, and spotting a deer leaping through the woods before him.
“You better run!” Ranma yelled. Stupid forest animals… Bad enough he had to go poke some strange magic-guy for help with his curse, but now the damned forest was attacking him.
Taking a calming breath, he centered himself once more, trying to find this supposed magical tower this guy lived in.
And if there was some damned maiden in it, wanting him to free her, well she was shit out of luck!
Turing in the direction he felt the oddity in his senses; he opened his eyes … and spotted the deepest thorn bushes and briars he had ever seen. “Wow… This world really is out to fuck with—SQUIRREL! OW! GET IT OFF!”
Wailing as his hand gripped at his hair, trying to dislodge the furry rodent clinging to his face, Ranma was starting to realize that maybe, JUST maybe, he should have come armed for bear. Sure, it may have been a bit overkill to come searching for this place while armed to the teeth, wearing his comfortable Chinese silks … and maybe a flamethrower, but anything was better than getting mauled by insane squirrels!
“GAWK!” Ranma cried as he was head-butted down a ravine by another deer; those horns really sticking him in the side.
But at least the squirrel was gone.
Okay, maybe anything was better than a squirrel BESIDES psycho deer. “MARK MY WORDS! I’M GONNA KILL YOUR MOM, BAMBI!” he cried before hitting the bottom of said ravine...
… And another thing! When the hell did Salem, Massachusetts have ravines THIS deep?
… And when were the bottoms of said ravines filled with briar bushes!?
“I … SO … FUCKING … HATE … NATURE!” Ranma yelled, stumbling out of yet another briar patch, before flicking his leg and turning a squirrel into the flying kind, and spitting out part of a deer horn.
Growling and wishing to lay random destruction upon said forest, Ranma was nearly prepared to just start firing chi blasts. You never saw the bad guys in any DBZ movie go through this crap.
Oh sure, they were all wiped out in the end… But name one who had a squirrel try and rip off their nuts?
Sadly for his rage—but great for the local wildlife—Ranma paused as he spotted himself in a giant meadow, with a giant tower in the middle.
“… Is that … what did Daisuke call it … the Clinton Monument?” he asked himself, before carefully stepping closer. Who the hell knew what type of rodents lived in a meadow, and what sort of attacks they had.
Before Ranma could further consider the great historic landmarks of the United States, his concentration was broken. There... right by said tower, was a woman garbed in an oversized yellow shirt and tight black pants using a watering can to gently cascade one of the white rose bushes at either side of the entrance. She was dusky skinned and her long black hair pulled back in a ponytail but low and behold... Ranma was FINALLY looking at something that was NOT a four-legged mother-fucker out to inflict huge amounts of pain on him!
“Hey! HEY!” he shouted as he came closer. “HELLO!” the pigtailed martial artist was shouted, waving his arms excitedly.
Inza Cramer-Nelson gasped as her own small daydream of what to cook for dinner later that night for her husband and herself was broken. She turned about and stared at the fellow. Asian, most definitely, but surprisingly expressive blue eyes and…
“What happened to your clothes, good sir?” she spoke aloud to the man closing the distance. He didn’t seem like a threat, but in her husband’s line of work, one could never be too careful...
Besides, the protections on the Tower would keep most people away, responding with the considered proper force to try and persuade them to avoid the area.
What neither knew was that if Ranma had started to blast things, the protections would have upgraded his threat from normal human to mage of unknown power. Luckily, it felt having him deal with furious furries would be enough.
Ranma knew none of this. However, he did know enough to try and suppress an eye-twitch. “Oh … just a few run-ins with the local flora and fauna,” he muttered, turning around to look at where he came from.
He could still feel their eyes on him, waiting for another chance … and did that squirrel just flip him off before disappearing into the shadows?
“I … see,” Inza replied. She’d never known the protections on the Tower to react like that to any traveler. “May I ask what business you have here?”
Taking several calming breathes, Ranma looked at her. “It was highly recommended to me to seek out the strange doctor of magic, in hopes he might help with a curse I have.”
“Oh?” she asked, looking him over. Nothing really struck out at her senses. “And may I ask what this curse is?”
Looking nervously at the sky—which was starting to cloud over, despite the insistence of the guy on some weather-only channel it would be clear all day—he scratched the base of his head. “If hit with cold water, I turn into a girl.”
*SPLASH!*
“So you do,” Inza replied, setting down her pail.
“… Yes … I do…” said the now female pigtailed redhead, grasping the bottom of her shirt and wringing it out as best she could. With her luck, she could simply drip on something and have this lady—if she were the mage—declare a blood feud or something.
The surprisingly calm woman nodded her head. After living so many years with a husband chosen to be that whom could rewrite the script of destiny, Inza had grown accustomed to many things and many, MANY costumes. Someone coming to her husband seeking aide in removing a curse was actually on the lower end of the ‘weird’ spectrum … if anything COULD be weird anymore.
“Very well,” the wife of Dr. Fate replied with a nod of her head. “I will allow you audience with my husband.” After all, if this were a trap of some sort, the Tower’s defenses would flare up once the neo-girl was inside. “Please come this way.”
Ranma-chan took a step forward … only to stop and stare.
“… Well?” Inza asked with a curious tone.
“… Well, I would,” Ranma-chan replied seriously, looking past the woman. “But now that I’ve got a good look … well … I don’t see a door! Only the place one should be!”
Inza just giggled lightly. “Magic allows many things to be possible.”
“Preaching to the choir here, lady,” Ranma noted, noticing the clouds were breaking apart. Evil curse and cloud-altering powers…
“Indeed, it would seem so,” she said, grabbing Ranma’s hand, and dragging her through the wall.
Despite the neo-girl’s worry, they did not smack into the wall—or Ranma’s own deeper worry that she would.
Of course, neither saw the pail tip over and fall. And as it would be nothing Inza would normally do, it was bound to do what luck usually did for Ranma: cause problems later on.
“A very interesting tale,” Inza spoke, as Ranma dried himself off after having demonstrated the curse … several times.
It was always several times. They never took it on the first shot. No, they nearly needed to drown Ranma before they accepted it.
“Well, that’s how it is, lady,” Ranma replied in his usual brusque tone; although he really was trying to keep his annoyance with her to a minimum. After all, angering those who could help you rid yourself of nasty and evil curses from China was rather counter-productive. “I listened to my Old Man, who I’d yet to realize was an idiot, followed him to China even though neither of us could read nor speak Chinese, and then started training in a decidedly CURSED place…”
“So your father was cursed as well, and it isn’t Chinese, it is Mandarin” Inza said, making sure she had the facts straight. “Yet, unlike you, he’s NOT a woman but a panda as each spring in that cursed valley has a different curse attached to it?”
“Yep!” Ranma shouted, wringing out his shirt over a potted plant—that hissed and snapped at him, wanting tasty human flesh. “Besides what happened to my Old Man and me, I’ve also seen curses that include pig, duck, cat, monk, ashura, octopus, yeti-riding-ox-while-carrying-eel-and-crane, and even one made after a … friend of mine was almost drowned in one.”
Although she was curious about that yeti one, there was still a much bigger question. “… How does an octopus drown?” Inza stated after making her mental notes with which she could share with her husband later.
Ranma just shrugged. “I’m still trying to figure out how it even got there in the first place.”
Nodding, Inza started to walk around him, muttering words and making odd hand movements.
“Uh…”
“I am attempting to gather information on your particular curse,” she stated. “In easier terms, I am attempting to see what specific magic may make it up, make it work, and if I may be able to resolve anything, before turning it over to my husband.
“It will be very difficult, as I recall no mentions of this … Jusenkyo … in any of the tomes here within the Tower.
“Although, this would hardly be the first place to magically phase from one dimension to the next.”
“… Okay,” Ranma drawled. Last thing he was going to do was spill where it really was. The girls had been very specific about not letting that nugget of knowledge out for as long as possible.
Closing her eyes, Inza frowned as her Spell of Scanning started to magically scrutinize the curse that enshrouded the young man’s body and soul. She may not have been a master of the mystic arts that her husband was, but she was no slouch either, after all, there wasn’t much to do there but study—you’d think with all the technology available, they’d at least have satellite TV or at the very least wireless internet—and become as proficient as possible.
Opening her eyes, Inza’s dark brown irises were a shifting hue of blue and yellow. “Hmm … fascinating. This is rather powerful and intricate … almost ‘alien’ if you will, but it is most certainly a karmic curse of the water element.”
The pigtailed martial artist flinched. “… Karmic curse?” he asked with a soft tone.
“Yes; Indian in origin, if I am not mistaken. The concept of the spell is based around one’s ‘actions’ or ‘deeds’, which causes the entire cycle of cause and effect…” Inza frowned as she stared at Ranma. “Meaning its purpose is decidedly based upon karmic retribution; that you tell me there’s various curses at Jusenkyo, leads me to believe that each spring is tailored to attract a certain negative emotion or characteristic a person can exhibit.” Her eyes now returning to normal, Inza lowered her hands and inquired, “So tell me, were you sexist before receiving this?”
Ranma sulked. “I totally blame my Old Man for this.”
“And where was your mother’s influence in your life?” she asked.
“Uh … actually, until she showed up where we were staying, I thought she was dead, cause I hadn’t seen her since my Old Man took me on a training journey around age … five, maybe,” Ranma muttered, scratching his chin. “I’m a little fuzzy on exact dates.”
Inza just blinked. “Maybe you should start from the beginning.”
“… Then we’re gonna need a few chairs, because this will take a while.”
She raised her right hand and snapped a finger. Just like that, Ranma was knocked off his ass as a chair smacked into the back of his legs and he fell into it. He blinked his eyes as a small table floated up to his right; a pitcher of lemonade and a plate of cookies atop of it.
Sitting down in her own chair, Inza calmly explained, “I believe there is time. Trust me when I say all details are important—there is a specific rhyme and reason to the magical energies of the world. The sooner we find out exactly what was going on with your situation, the sooner we can begin to initiate counter-measures to lessen the curse if not outright remove it.”
Nodding his head, for the second time since coming to this world, he began his story … except, this time, the whole Jusenkyo thing was kinda already out there.
Inza just kept rubbing her forehead as she prepared some tea the old-fashioned-non-magical way. After hearing that story—and a few spells confirming the truth—she felt the need to allow a moment to take it in.
Well, that and not go full-Sith on some people in a nation far, far away.
Further thought, however, was put off, as she felt a gloved hand go over her mouth.
Training kicking in, she spun around, a spell on her lips, just to stop as she saw the Helm of Nabu.
“Are you well?” came their dual voice.
“I am fine, entertaining a young man who came seeking our help,” she stated, hoping that her husband came to her first.
Blood was so hard to spell out of the walls and floor. “And why did you think I needed help?” she asked.
He merely held up her discarded watering pail. “I found it outside, on its side. You never leave your tools simply lying about.”
She blinked her eyes once, twice. “Ah. You’ll have to forgive me, the fashion with which the man … no, boy … he is on the cusp of manhood but he is still a child in various ways.” She shook her head. “Well, be it as it may, the fashion in which the boy arrived was startling; exiting from the dense forest in a state of dishevel, asking for assistance and proclaiming himself cursed … a water-based curse.”
The helmet remained focus on her. “So the can?”
“Used to test his words. They were true,” the surprisingly calm woman stated.
Nodding his head, Fate sat the pail on the counter. “And your opinion of our … guest?”
“I want to go to his homeland, find the people he knows, and do things onto many of them that would make the deepest resident of The Pit whimper in sympathy.”
“… I meant about his curse,” Fate responded, as the Kent part of him made a mental note to tread very carefully around his wife for a while.
“… Oh,” Inza replied, somewhat embarrassed. “Honestly, I’ve never seen such a design for it. It has mixtures of order-based spells, as well as chaos-based spells. While karmic in nature, I cannot find a segment which would allow it to either dispel or stop actively trying to prevent a cure. Whoever made this curse was a genius, insane, and may have never given it a way to end.”
Even Inza could feel the air chill around the being known as Fate. “The way you speak of this spell is unnerving. Genius and madness? Order and chaos? Such should not be; the very nature of such powers cancels each other out; often in very dangerous ways to both the caster and the target…”
“Not so much a caster as a land,” Inza stated seriously. “He speaks of coming upon a place called Jusenkyo, with his father and that the waters in the valley had the transformation spells tailored to a karmic curse matrix.”
“… Transformation?” Dr. Fate’s voice took a serious if not deadly tone. “What do you mean transformation?”
The dusky-skinned woman shook her head. “Nothing dangerous, if that’s what you’re worried about. Oh no, this is a full-on metamorphosis.” She took a deep breath. “However, while he admitted himself there were various animals and creatures—in his case, it is gender, it is rare for them to affect the minds of the afflicted.”
Nodding his head, Fate turned towards the door. “Very well; I shall meet with this…”
“Ranma,” Inza provided. “Ranma Saotome.”
“I shall meet with this man, and see what may be done, to assist him in curing his curse, assuming the karmic debt has been paid.”
“As I said, I could find no particulars of the spell that would judge such. Hopefully, you would have better luck.”
Nodding, Fate entered the room, spotting the teen, and opened Nabu’s senses to see if together, they could understand the puzzle before them.
“Um … hi?” Ranma stated, standing up. “Are you that Doctor everyone is talking about?” he asked, noticing the guy seemed very tense for some reason. Did he forget some secret handshake? A gift?
Inza noticed it too. “Beloved?”
An aura of power snapped into existence around Doctor Fate, as he surged towards Ranma. “DIE, BRINGER OF CHAOS!”
“GAH!” Ranma cried, barely dodging the blazing fist—but still close enough to feel the heat from it. “WHAT THE HELL!?” Ranma yelled. “I NEVER TOUCHED HER! I SWEAR!”
“VILE FIEND FROM THE SWINGING DOOR, YOU SHALL NOT DESPOIL THIS REALM WITH THY DESTRUCTION AND ANARCHY!” was the echoing roar from the Helm of Nabu as the ground split; molten lava unearthing itself and starting to flow and pool around Ranma; arms flinging globe after globe of ethereally-charged light at the dodging embodiment of chaos.
“NEVER! TOUCHED! HER!” the pigtailed martial artist cried out in his defense as he dodged the attacks of the man decked in blue and gold, while doing his best to make sure he didn’t step on any hissing molten rock.
“Kent!” Inza yelled.
“Not me!” came a solitary voice from the Helm. “Nabu’s gone insane!”
“Need help here!” Ranma cried, leaping away as the lava reached up to grab him, bounced off a nearby wall, and shot several chi spheres at the attacking Fate. Gees, if only I had seen this coming and told Helena and Karen…
Oh wait! I did! Stupid girls!
HISS!*
“… So not paying for that!” Ranma yelled, as a nearby chair wasn’t as lucky as him.
Inza frowned as she was already moving her hand in flawless quick motions, preparing to erect protective barriers over the fleeing youth. “It’s the helmet!” she shouted at Ranma. “You need to release my husband from the Helmet of Nabu! I can protect you from his spells but you’ll need to pull it free from him!”
“LISTEN LADY!” Ranma yelped as he jumped up onto a desk, before leaping from it as a lightning bolt hit the top, causing the ancient tome that had been laying there to explode into a flutter of scorched paper with intelligible scribbles, “I THINK IT WOULD BE EASIER,” he tried while quickly kicking a suit of armor and making it intercept another blast of magic meant for him, “FOR YOU TO DO IT WHILE HE ATTACKS ME!”
The woman shook her head. “I can’t! The spells I am casting now are keeping the danger contained to this room! If I stop casting now, the whole tower may collapse into a nexus of destruction as the magic destabilizes! It’s up to you to remove it!”
“… Figures!” the pigtailed martial artist spat; the saliva not even hitting the lava as the intense heat made it evaporate mid-air.
Yeah, it was always up to him. When would someone else bother to save his ass for once!?
… Okay, bad example, as he never needed any help, since Ranma Saotome didn’t lose. After all, he just had to remove the guy’s helmet. It shouldn’t be too hard. The guy was too busy trying to turn Ranma into Akane’s version of a medium-rare dish to put up any defense. If he bounced right off that wall, flipped off that suit of armor there—the guy sure had a lot of those—and used that bookshelf as a launching point, he should be able to grab it if he was fast enough.
Yep, nothing would stop him.
*ZAAAAAAAAAP!*
Inza winced. Right, the Helm could only come off if Nabu allowed it.
“Beloved!” Kent’s voice called out. “The Helm is protected by—”
“I just remembered,” she growled.
“Well thanks for telling me!” Ranma yelled, hair standing on end, as he tried to put out the fire in his pants.
Blinking her eyes, Inza couldn’t tell if the boy was trying to put out a fire, dodge blasts, or perform some ritual mating dance. With the craziness that seemed to be in place, she was willing to bet all three. “Then you have no choice Ranma! You must fight my husband to get him to stop! Please don’t hurt him too badly!”
“Don’t hurt HIM too badly!?” the raven-haired youth snapped as his black pants were now in complete tatters. “What about me!?” He frowned as he angled his head to the right quickly, dodging another blast of elemental power which merely grazed over his shoulder do to his quick reflexes. “And will YOU CUT THAT OUT!?”
“NO!” Nabu yelled. “THOU’S EXISTENCE MUST BE PURGED FROM THIS WORLD, BEFORE YE MAY INFECT IT!”
Inza blinked. If he was slipping in Ye Olde English—which was odd for a Helm that was held in suspended animation inside an Egyptian pyramid at that time—then things were getting worse.
“Fine!” Ranma spat. “Then you force me to use a technique, one Forbidden even among asses like my father and the Old Letch!” With that, Ranma took a quick glance around, and began to make his move.
Now, had their lives not been in such danger, Inza may have asked a few questions, even about Ranma’s ability to use his own life force—not only to enhance his body—but as a projectile weapon. For now, she could only hope that whatever this move was, it would not permanently maim or damage her husband.
The Helm? That was going into a compost pile for a week after this was over. And only then, they may ask Nabu what the Hell it was doing this for.
Ranma, however, bit back the rising bile in his throat. He hated that he was being brought to use this technique, one he hadn’t even used against Saffron, even against Kuno.
But to save his own ass, he had no choice. Much like the Senkens, this had to be used, this situation called for it.
Doctor Fate had many items that enhanced his power. He had the Helm of Nabu, the Amulet of Anubis, and the Cloak of Destiny.
“Anything Goes Forbidden Technique!” Ranma called out, landing in a crouch before Doctor Fate.
“Nutcracker Suite!” he yelled, delivering an uppercut that proved that the outfit needed the Jockstrap of Min.
Kami, I may need to turn in my Man Card after this, Ranma whimpered, as he struck a man in the one spot no true man would strike at.
But needless to say, it had the desired effect. The Helmet-possessed person just paused; all glowing ceased. He stood on tip-toes; Ranma’s fist still firmly implanted between his legs. The man’s body trembling, one could almost hear a squeak coming from within the Helmet of Nabu.
Wincing in great sympathy, the pigtailed martial artist slowly removed his fist. Crawling out from underneath the member of the JSA and getting back to his own feet, Ranma asked, “Hey man... we cool?”
The small squeak continued before Doctor Fate fell to the floor and curled up in a fetal position, hands firmly placed between his legs, just breathing and exhaling in great pain. “Aaaaahhhh... hisss... aaaaaaahhh... hiiisssss... aaaaaaaahhhhh... hiiiissssssss... aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh...”
Inza just blinked. She’d … never seen her husband dealt with that way before. “I do hope we may be able to have children later on,” she stated, walking over to them as the magic of the Tower repaired the damage—now that it wasn’t constantly being recreated. “Nabu, may I take off the Helm now from my husband?” she asked sweetly.
“… Gurgle … ackkkkkkk … hiss….”
“I’ll take that as a yes,” she stated, removing the Helm. “Husband?”
“Yes?” came a high-pitched squeak.
“Shall we discuss this in a civilized manner now, and might Nabu help?”
“… Maybe,” he squeaked. “Ice, first, NOW!”
Read the comments on this episode
See other episodes by The Demented Redhead
(Posted Mon, 26 Nov 2012 04:40)
Questions? Problems? Suggestions?
Send a mail to addventure@bast-enterprises.de
or use the contact form.
らんま1/2 © Rumiko Takahashi
All other series and their characters are © by their respective creators or owners. No claims of ownership of these characters are implied by the authors of this Addventure, or should be inferred.
The Anime Addventure is a non-profit site.