Ganthet took a moment to calm his nerves, smiling a little at the job well done. Thanks to a mixture of reminding them of their own failings, plots none should ever be told of, how often they were wrong, and enough fast-talk to confuse every lawyer on Earth, he had kept the Council off the tails of Ranma and Ukyo.
It was the best he could hope for at the moment, giving him—and hopefully Sayd as well—more time to plan their actions. He didn’t doubt for a single quanta of time that the Council would soon want to stick their noses into the situation. They simply could not and would not leave things be.
Oh, his nose would still be in it, have no doubt of that! He wanted to study how Ranma had simply done what he had done, as well as what the Blue Light might offer. With Sinestro’s own forces rapidly increasing their threat level against the Guardians and the Green Lantern Corps, any new weapon or help would be of great use!
Of course, that brought him full circle: keeping his fellow Guardians from fucking it up—as the Earth expression went.
Coming to float beside her male friend, Sayd had a look on her face that was an equal mix of awe and bewilderment. “… I don’t know how you did it, but you did it,” she said slowly, still trying to come to terms with some of the things SHE heard about. While she had already known what happened with the Man Hunters and Sector 666; even she was left feeling off-center once she heard about what lay on the planet Okaara in the Vega System. “I just hope it was worth it.”
“It will be,” the blue male replied, a small smile managing to make its way onto his otherwise exhausted features. “Oh, it will be. Those two Earth Children are very special, Sayd. It would be inexcusable if I didn’t put forth all the, as the Earthers call it, ‘tricks of the trade’.”
“Speaking of which, you do realize this is going to get the Council watching you very closely for some time to come,” she said warningly. “You brought up a number of things that the Council had sworn pacts of secrecy over…”
Granted, those pacts had been only between the Guardians and the rest of the universe, not between themselves, but that did little to change the fact that they did not like being reminded of their failures.
No one did.
“I had to,” he said firmly. “Because of the secrecy, the others forget and grow complacent … and complacency already brought the downfall of the Corps once. I refuse to allow it to happen again!” The only good thing about the first fall at all had been that it had allowed the Guardian to meet Kyle Rayner in the first place.
Taking a deep sigh, Sayd nodded. “Perhaps, but it shall also have them watching for what you may discover of those two.”
“Then I shall endeavor to be sneakier than they believe themselves to be,” Ganthet said with a small smile.
“Be careful that you do not overestimate your own craftiness,” Sayd growled back. “Do not forget who they will likely insist on seeing take the fall with you.”
“Ease your fears, Sayd,” he continued, trying to calm his friend. “We merely work to ensure that they do not meet an untimely end at the hands of a poor or even unethical decision.” It hadn’t taken a genius—well, anyone above Gardner, really—to spot the interest brewing in Scar’s … um … good eye, about the two.
No, that alone didn’t bode well, meaning he would have to also determine ways for the duo to either be unseen by the Council, or accompanied by a Lantern who would not likely hand them over to one of his dubious brethren.
“But there is another concern that may surface,” she stated, as they floated down the hallway.
“Oh?”
“Yes,” she replied, looking about. “Sooner or later, if they learn of his … unique abilities, they may try and see him as like … him.”
“… You will have to use a name, Sayd,” Ganthet chuckled back. “In our long history, we have a lot of entities we generally refer to with such a title.”
She sighed. Of course, she didn’t want to say it aloud but the fact was Ganthet was right. There were MANY things they didn’t talk about. Honestly, the Guardians had more Pacts of Secrecy than any Earth College Fraternity. “I am referring to Volthoom.”
That made Ganthet cringe. He remembered him … the male Guardian still didn’t know what to make of that explorer who was there when the Guardians—still going by the title of ‘Maltusian’—first unlocked the emotional spectrum. By bathing on the light of the emotional spectrum, he became the First Lantern. Not Green, Not Blue, Not Yellow or ANY specific color … simply the First.
In the beginning, things had been good. With his arrival, they had their first access of the Emotional Spectrum. With hard work and studying, they worked to duplicate those abilities, both within themselves, and without by using their technology.
But then the being had grown proud, and then began to slowly grow obsessant, viewing alternative paths, rewriting reality on a whim to satisfy his urge to make ‘things better’. Add to that the fact he started to become an emotional vampire on other beings to sustain his abilities, and the Guardians had been forced to lock him away.
Sadly, to repair the damage he had done, and try to restore order to the universe, they had created the Manhunters. And we all knew how that turned out.
No. He would not allow it. Ganthet would see to it that Ranma NEVER fell down that path.
“I will not deny that such a possibility could exist,” he stated calmly, trying to not notice how Sayd’s eyes went wide at such a thought. “But, he is not Volthoom, if for only one reason: he shared.”
“He wanted to share too,” Sayd spat out bitterly.
“Yes, but Ranma does not wish to share pain, or rewrite reality to suit his whims of what might be better,” Ganthet continued. “If anything, I would say he had more in common with us in those days, than that monster that came from Krona’s experiment.
“He still sees wonder in what he can do; what he is learning. He wants to share it with others, to grow stronger in it, to do what is right.”
“You almost sound envious of him, Ganthet.”
“Indeed I am, Sayd,” the male Guardian spoke with a smirk. “For him, all is new and shall be for some time to come. In his human lifespan, perhaps nothing shall truly seem old to him.
“But for how long has such a feeling eluded us?”
“You mean, aside from the constant threats to life and freedom in the universe that we usually end up dealing with, as they come to destroy us?”
“… How long must I remind you that no one likes a smart ass, Sayd, before you will remember it?”
“I fear the universe does not have enough time for that,” she chuckled back
Nodding with a put-upon sigh, he continued, slowly lowering himself to the ground to try and walk. “We can learn much from them, as they can learn much from us.
“Plus, if Ukyo is as effective against those who wield fear, as we hope—no pun intended—then it may be another tool for us to bring order to the universe, and perhaps, even a new Corps.”
Sayd just shook her head, giggling a bit as her friend tried to regain his ‘walking legs’ from floating about so long. At times, she wondered if they had perhaps lost more in their changes since they had left Maltus, then they had wagered. “You know how the others feel about using another color of the Emotional Spectrum.”
“Well, as some of the few who have regained some of what was lost to The Great Heart, we may be in a slightly better position to consider that.”
Sayd considered that for a long moment, the female Oan finally shaking her head as she released a small sigh … a tone that was almost sad-sounding. “You know that’s not something you should go preaching around the majority of the Council, Ganthet,” the blue-skinned female told him with a tone of warning. “While I know and understand that you feel such is a blessing, others of the Council would view it as a form of ‘corruption’.”
“All the more reason it’s in my hands to guide the youths Saotome and Kuonji,” he shot back before coming to a stop. He bent over, hands on his knees to steady himself as he regained his breath—by the Will, he was out of shape—Ganthet needed only a moment to regain his composure. “Because they have lost so much of themselves already, they refuse to acknowledge there is any other way … and thus to them, such thinking is dangerous.
“Oh no, with my ability to see and understand the good in life, I think I’m more qualified to study and aide these youths in unlocking their full potential.”
Smirking, the female Oan countered, “So you plan to become the children’s, what the Earther’s term, ‘Dutch Uncle’?”
“… No one likes a smartass, Sayd.”
“So you keep saying, yet you still continue to associate with me,” she offered with a slight smile.
Taking in a deep breath, Ganthet decided he had exercised enough for the time—at least until he could regain feeling in his legs, at least—and floated back up. “Now come, we still must work on lessons for them.
“I for one, look forward to the unknown challenges this will offer us.”
“… You always were one to look forward to the projects exploding.”
“…” He gave up; the neo-woman just wouldn’t accept his advice about smart asses.
“Wow!” Ukyo cooed as she looked down at the blue planet that was their home. “Earth is so pretty from all the way up here!”
Nodding his head in agreement with his bestest-best buddy, the young ponytailed-lad replied, “I know, Ucchan! It’s so bright and beautiful! And you can see all the swirling patterns of clouds atop it; swirls like cotton candy…” he blinked, his eyes before grinning. “Mmmm … cotton candy…”
Looking over to her friend, the pouting child told him, “I’m not gonna make cotton candy okonomiyaki again!”
“Awww! Why not, Ucchan?” Ranma complained. “I thought it was VERY good!”
“Because it was very difficult to clean the grill top after that, dad was on my butt for a week about everything tasting ‘too sugary’ for awhile too,” Ukyo explained as she made a mental note to buy her own frying pan. If this was a way to make sure Ranchan stayed HER fiancée then so be it! She’d cotton candy his face until either his teeth fell out or he passed out in diabetic shock!
Kyle just shook his head … before leaning it to the side to avoid either debris from or a complete satellite, as it whizzed by. Really need to talk to one of the Leagues about cleaning all this crap up, he thought to himself.
Although … I wonder how much of this is from us flying around here all the time, he pondered as well. Between those superheroes and villains that could fly, and exploded weapons, mind control satellites, and…
He could only blink his eyes, kind of shocked that they actually had a view of Earth.
“Anyway, we need to get you two over to the Watchtower, so we can get you semi-registered, and thus none of the good guys will accidentally shoot you out of the sky.”
Batman had said it was because Guy hadn’t been sending out a F.O.F. signal, but he did wonder…
“Semi?” asked Ranma.
“Depends on if you want them to know your true identity or not.”
Ranma smiled as he placed his hands on his hips. “Well, better go with FULL!”
That made Kyle raise a eyebrow. “Oh?” he queried with a curious tone. “And why would you want to go with a full disclosure?”
Grinning wider, the ponytailed youth replied, “Because that way, my name gets out there! And if I’m gonna be a famous martial artist and run my own Dojo, then I need for people to know they can count on me and get the very best training! I mean, who wouldn’t want to learn from a superhero?” he chirruped with childish glee.
“… You’ve been a Green Lantern for all of three hours,” Kyle deadpanned. “I think you should try to make a name for yourself before your cash in on it.”
“But doesn’t Ranma technically count as a ‘legacy character’?” Ukyo inquired. “So he can initially ride on the legends, stories and actions of the Green Lantern Corps before he makes his own legend…”
Grinning wider, Ranma nodded his head in agreement. “Yep! Better start now! That way, when I’m older, I might get to join the Teen Titans! And then maybe, oh gosh … The Justice League!!”
The artist-turned-super hero stared at the Corp’s newest recruit for the longest time. “… Which Justice League?” he finally asked.
“… I dunno,” the heir to the Saotome School of Anything Goes replied. All of his research had raised both good and bad points for joining any of the JL teams. But with only the public information available, he had no clue what skeletons—the figurative-kind, not the meta-kind—were in those closets. After a long moment, he finally answered, “Japan?”
“Sorry, there is no Justice League Japan.”
A green, then somewhat orange light flashed behind the youth’s eyes as pride surged through him. “Then I’ll make it!”
Palming his face—and somewhat glad Guy wasn’t here to make it worse—he looked at the duo. “Aside from making a new division of one of the Leagues, may I also remind you about the reason you guys agreed to wear those masks? Don’t you think it’ll be relatively easy for them to find two Japanese kids with your names, who hang out together?”
“But Ranchan can still make a Justice Japanese League, right?” Ukyo asked. It didn’t really matter to her—she wasn’t from a legacy unit like her Ranchan, but she still wanted to support his dream!
Besides … even superheroes needed to eat … and maybe she could open up a chain at all those superhero headquarters!
“Fine,” Ranma sulked. Just when he thought he could finally let go and show people what he could do, he had to keep some of it still hidden … since his father wasn’t bulletproof.
Probably for the best, the Old Man would probably sell me out to the villain of the day, calling it training or something… “Besides,” the boy huffed, trying to make this defeat easier for himself, “not like I was gonna make it open like, right this instant … but just getting things in place for when I’m older and ready to make the world my oyster.”
“… You’re glowing orange again,” Kyle replied. He nodded his head for as soon as he pointed it out; the youth was once more back to a full-on green. “Anyway, kids, do allow me to go first. Since I’m well-known I can get you inside the Watchtower a lot more easily than if you two went forward yourselves.”
And that made both children perk up. “The Watchtower?” Ranma cooed. “You mean we might get to meet... BATMAN!?”
“And maybe I could sell some more okonomiyaki?” the young Blue Lantern inquired with just as much enthusiasm.
“… And now I know why no other Green Lantern had a sidekick before,” Kyle muttered, as he headed towards the space base of the Justice League.
Behind him, Ukyo turned towards Ranma, who shrugged, having an idea about what might be bothering Kyle, but he wasn’t about to make his best friend feel bad about acting like their ages.
Besides, hadn’t Ganthet told him to keep his youthful outlook? Hey, he was almost ten, a certified super-genius—according to some tests he took on Oa, and he wasn’t trying to rule the world!
Didn’t mean he couldn’t act his age … because they never saw that coming!
And as with Ucchan, it got him loads of sweets and yummy foods!
Martian Manhunter, also known as J’onn J’onzz—aka John Jones for the Earthlings who STILL couldn’t pronounce his name—was the last surviving member of his Green Martian race. A Martian Holocaust perpetuated by those bastard White Martians, killed his wife and daughter, nearly driving him mad, until he was brought to Earth in an accident caused by scientist Saul Erdel.
Once on Earth, J’onn used the natural abilities granted by his Martian biology of super-strength, super-speed, invulnerability, flight, shape-shifting, intangibility, and telepathy to make his adopted home a better place. He had been a member of almost every incarnation of the Justice League. Although he still held fond memories of what his homeworld had once been, the Martian had come to greatly respect his adopted world as well and protect it: be it within his secret identity—again, John Jones—to blend into humanity as a gritty, hard-boiled police officer, or as the Super Hero Martian Manhunter to face interstellar threats.
Currently, J’onn was in the form of Martian Manhunter, working the main station of the Justice League’s Watchtower on Monitor Duty. It was here that the Martian was on the lookout for anything nefarious that could hurt earth and keep him in touch with other members of the League.
…
… Okay, it was more or less a glorified secretarial position for whoever got stuck on Monitor Duty, but to be out here in the vastness of space was something he was comfortable with. The galaxy visible before him, allowed the Martian to marvel at the natural wonders of the universe’s lights: Cepheus, Lacerta, Leo, Libra, Virgo, Pyxis, Orion…
…
… …
“Why are the stars that make up Orion’s Belt moving?” the Martian Manhunter queried. His red eyes narrowed as they got brighter. “And green … blue?” he tilted his head in curiosity. “What in the world…”
“Watchtower, this is Kyle, you guys awake?”
Chuckling lightly, J’onn decided that perhaps, he should start partaking of the Earth ‘coffee’ more often while doing his glorified watch duty. “Watchtower, we read you.”
“Got some new recruits, thought I’d get them started on their paperwork and maybe some introductions. Don’t want them stepping on anyone’s toes.”
“Indeed,” the Martian responded. Eyes glowing slightly brighter, he sent out a telepathic probe, wondering—as well as making certain they weren’t evil of some sorts—what the new recruits were like.
“… Curious,” he muttered, before standing up and making his way to the closest airlock.
He could sense Kyle … and a young girl … but he couldn’t even feel the presence of their compatriot.
… Well, had to be better than monitoring a blank screen.
As Kyle was introducing the newest Lanterns—as well as trying to defend that he didn’t decide who the rings went to, and no, the Corps did not have an age limit—the green Martian continued to try and probe the blue-eyed male.
But as far as he could tell, it was like his telepathic probes were … ‘sliding’ off the mind there, as if the child wasn’t even really there. He was certain that if he forced it, pushed more energy into the probe than was probably safe, he could encounter the walls around the child’s mind.
But for now, his probes were bent around the boy, deflected away. In fact, several he had sent towards the boy had hit Rayner, Kuonji, and even a tech working on the computers in the next room.
Fascinating, he thought with a smile. Who knew a human could have perhaps such a natural telepathic defense…
And Gardner was still away in space somewhere…
Life was good.
He blinked his red eye as a sensation registered with his mind. He looked down to see the girl in a blue-themed Lantern uniform tugging at his cape. “Yes? Is there anything I can do for you, Miss Kuonji?” he asked of the child. Experience had taught him the best way to handle children … was to treat them as you would anyone else, like an adult being who mattered.
Nodding her head, the girl released her cape. “Yes, Mr. Hanhunter,” she replied shyly. “I was just curious about something … do you eat?”
Blinking his eyes in surprise, the Martian nodded his head. “Yes, I do need to eat; like you I am a carbon-based life-form and need to partake of required sustenance at timely intervals.”
Ukyo blinked her eyes once, twice. She didn’t get all of that, but she did understand he was saying he COULD eat. “Would you like to try one of my okonomiyaki then?”
A small smile split across his lips. “Really? You’re a chef?” Amazing! A female that actually wanted to get INTO the kitchen!
The less said about what happened to Wally the one time he suggested Diana go in the back to show the chefs in the mess hall how to make a real Greek Salad, the better…
“With those assholes gone,” growled one being aboard a starship, “we’ll easily double, if not triple, our profits on these pieces of ghauf!” he cheered.
“No other of those whales nearby, sir, except for this slow one,” another of his kind spoke, looking over a display. “Ain’t gonna be worth much if its sick.”
“That’s not our problem,” the Captain stated. “That’s for whoever … snorts it?”
“I thought they ate it,” offered one.
“The top three are listed on your screens now,” said the First Officer.
As one, the crew of the hunting vessel looked down … and made what was for their species—a sick look.
“… Some species are sick fraggers, you know,” the Captain muttered. “Now! Bring us closer to that whale! I wanna claim it before some other hunter gets any ideas!”
The cheers of his men were cut off as the ship shuddered under a tremendous explosion.
“What the!?”
“Sir!” cried the being manning the sensors. “It’s … it is…”
Looking over at his own display, the captain paled—well, paled for his species. “Oh frack me!”
Outside, if their music could be understood, it would be a common battle cry from the now heavily armed whales, as they sprung their trap.
“Yippie-ki-yay, Mother Frackers!”
A green sphere slowly came down into the clearing; setting down to the forest floor before phasing from existence, revealing the Green Lantern: Kyle Rayner, and the two children now in their civilian guises. “Now you’re positive this IS where you’re staying?” Rayner asked them.
Both children nodded. “Of course!” Ukyo chirruped. “We wouldn’t lie to you … again…”
Rolling his eyes, Kyle gave off a heavy sigh. “Look, I can understand the appeal, really I do … but getting me to initially drop you down in Tokyo Disney was a lot more hassle than it was worth.”
“But we got to see Mickey Mouse!” Ranma chirruped; motioning to the mouse-ears cap on his head. “Pops always promised he’d take me there, but he never did…
“Now I don’t have to worry about it!”
“I know I enjoyed it, Ranchan!” the little girl was quick to agree.
Especially after Ranma tried their okonomiyaki, and frowned, stating that hers were ‘way better, less expensive, and more savory to the pallet’.
She loved when he used big words like that … while slamming any possible competition!
Nodding, Kyle looked around. “Still, it is a park.”
“Well, not one of the bad ones,” Ranma stated. “Pops was initially against staying here, said it didn’t give proper training, because the bandits wouldn’t hit you when you least suspect it.
“Frankly, I think he hated it because he’d have to walk further to the bars.”
“… O~kay,” Kyle muttered, looking about, wondering if he really should leave them here … alone…
Actually, he was slightly more afraid they would arm the pigeons.
“Coo!” chirruped said pigeon, as if to prove a point and stoke the fear.
Suppressing a shudder, the Green Lantern shook his head left and right. “Anyway,” he said slowly with a firm voice to make sure that both kids were paying attention, “you both now have some big responsibility ahead of you. If you ever get in over your head, don’t feel bad if you have to call for help. We all need a little bit now and then, especially when we’re first starting out…”
Oh, if only HE could have gotten some help at the beginning. Maybe he would’ve still had that refrigerator rather than having to hand it over to the police as part of crime scene evidence.
Oh, and a hot, rich girlfriend! Can’t forget that … no matter how hard he tried, every night, in that lonely apartment … that she insisted on decorating … and the Corps refused to help subsidize.
“We know,” Ranma stated. “And Ganthet stated we would be getting additional training too!” It was great to not only have someone share in the secret of his abilities—that he trusted—but get training to make them even better!
Kyle’s twitch was hidden by his mask. Why, of why, did he see it being him!?
Oh … right, the other three Earth Lanterns were a guy who almost nuked the Corps when he held Parallax, Guy—who deserved his own lexicon, and a former Marine who wavered between emo and ooh-rah.
Great, once again, responsibility bites me in the ass… “Still, be careful with exposing yourselves,” he offered. He’d rather not have the Leagues heap on him as having a ‘Jason Todd’ event, with what were considered technically, his sidekicks.
And if Batmna ever learned that they had named losing your young apprentices that…
“Rayner-san, why are you shivering?” Ukyo asked curiously. “I thought the Lantern outfits stabilized your body temperature to a comfortable degree?”
“… Just feeling like someone stepped on my grave is all.” Kyle told the child reassuringly.
“Oh?” Ranma asked curiously. “I get that feeling all the time whenever Pops suddenly comes back with some sort of food that he shouldn’t had been able to afford: like steak, a gallon jug of whiskey, eight foot-long grinders, or a succulent pig I had to slaughter but never got any sweet, sweet bacon from…”
… Now he wasn’t sure if leaving them where their parents might find them was an even worse choice.
“We better get camp set up, Ranchan,” Ukyo stated, looking about. “We don’t know when they’ll get back … maybe,” she offered.
“Maybe?” Kyle asked.
Ranma shrugged. “Bar crawls never go well.”
Kyle opened his mouth several times to speak, before clicking it shut. You know, I’m beginning to have less hatred for what Sinestro did now to his world if people like this were running things.
“Besides,” Ranma stated, holding up his hand, showing a green ring, “we’re probably safer than anyone else.”
Ukyo nodded, holding up her glowing blue one—which was feeding off their hope he’d just leave, Ranma’s because he didn’t want to spend another night dealing with Child Services, and Ukyo because she wanted time with her soon-to-be-super-duper-awesome fiancé.
Looking down at the two cherub and surprisingly innocent-seeming faces, Kyle knew he was going to regret this decision … he just knew it. “Okay, fine. I understand. But please, PLEASE! Remember to contact me, Ganthet, or … HELL, someone of the Justice League if you need backup, all right? It’s a bit and very scary world.”
“But it’s just Japan,” Ukyo replied.
“… Which some might argue is even crazier and scarier than the rest of the planet, but I won’t go into semantics,” the adult Green Lantern was quick to argue. “Remember, you’re not alone in this.”
Before he left, an after-thought came to Kyle. Smirking, he looked down at the Ranma and told him, “And remember! If you ever have trouble with your father you can’t handle and you contact the Watchtower … get in touch with Batman!”
Oh yes, Bruce was VERY protective of children. If Ranma’s father was anything like the child was talking about, then it would be quite the show.
As he flew off, Ranma wondered what he had meant. Not that he had been able to get the identities of other superheroes on their station—their system just didn’t have the information, no matter what files he commanded his ring to hack.
Shrugging—it was a mystery for another day, after he found out where Green Lantern Power Batteries went when not in use—he turned back to his best friend. “Come on, Ucchan, we better get camp finished, because you know they’ll bitch and moan if we don’t.”
“But we can still put rocks in their sleeping bags, right, Ranchan?” she asked with hope.
“Now, Ucchan,” he cautioned, “you know we have to put them under the tents, otherwise they’ll just toss them out.”
Blinking, she nodded with a flush of embarrassment. “Ah, forgot about that. What would I ever do without you, Ranchan?”
She hoped to never have to find out.
As Kyle headed off, back to his duties, the duo set about preparing their campsite—a task made easier when they could use their rings. The fathers still had yet to return from their ‘bar crawl’—or at least have a local police officer show up so they could go bail them out.
A fire was started, items were locked up, Power Batteries were sent into a subspace pocket that Ranma figured out how to make the rings control—at least until he figured out where others like Kyle and Guy’s went, and a tent prepared.
Hey, if the drunks wanted shelter from the elements when they returned, they could set up their own tents! Just like his Old Man said, you had to be tough and know how to build a shelter under any circumstances.
Ukyo looked at her blue ring with a smile, wondering what tomorrow would bring. Her Ranchan had already shown her so much more than she had ever expected.
And now, we’ll save the world together … while providing the bestest food in the universe! In her mind, it all but confirmed that Fate itself wanted them together.
“Night, Ranchan,” she murmured, digging into her sleeping bag. “Tomorrow, can we fight for justice and okonomiyaki?”
He just smiled. “Sure, Ucchan.” True, Kyle had asked them to wait for him before ‘training’ in their powers.
Frankly, Ranma wondered if the man remembered a little thing called ‘time zones’, and the fact that Japan was about thirteen hours ahead of New York City. But if he didn’t, then he felt sure that at the very least, he could help Ucchan learn how to use her powers.
Granted, he was still a bit fuzzy on the details of just ‘how’ he had made them in the first place…
But still, he was nothing if not adaptable. He had been using constructs and those energies for a long time now. So surely he could help his best friend learn the basics. “Night, Ucchan.”
“Night, Ranchan,” she offered again tiredly, before a light snore came from her.
Smiling, Ranma looked at his friend, and the ring on her finger, and hoped he could pull this off.
So focused, he never noticed as both green and blue energy leaked from his ring, forming a familiar blue bird and green fish-like being, in miniature, before fading.
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