A Ranma Nibunnoichi FanFic By Captain Exposition

Standard Threats and Reminders: No characters from Ranma 1/2 belong to me. I didn’t make ‘em. But Rumiko Takahashi did, and they belong to her or whoever she sold the rights to. So, if you the reader are one of her lawyers, please don’t sue me. I can’t pay you, as I am a student, which means I’m broke. However, the character Rei the ninja is mine, and cannot appear in anything I don’t put her in unless you ask me first. Captain Exposition sez! Also, this story may be reprinted, as long as you credit the author (me), print this warning, and make sure to cut me in on any profits. (Kidding! Kidding!) Obey these commands, or suffer the wrath of the author (me)! In the name of Moonies, I will punish you! ^_^

Akane Tendo had just come home from a trip to the ice skating rink with her school chums when disaster struck. After waving goodbye to her friends, she approached the house wearily. "Aah, that was fun," She said happily, "I haven’t gone skating in ages." She looked up at the house and noticed that all of the lights were out. "Hmm, that’s odd. I wonder what’s going on..."

Approaching the door, she spied a note taped to it. She reached out and plucked the note from the door and read it. It said: Akane: Your dad offered to take us out for ice cream. We waited a while, but since you weren’t home, we had to go without you. I’ll bring you back something, that is if Pops doesn’t eat it first. – Ranma

Crumpling the note in her fist, Akane growled, "That jerk Ranma! He couldn’t have waited just a little longer to eat something? That’s so typical of that pig-tailed stomach on legs!" After unlocking the door, Akane stomped through the kitchen and up the stairs, tossing the note in the garbage as she went. "Well fine!" She muttered to herself, "I don’t really want any ice cream any ways." But even as she said it, a little voice in her head declared, (What you wanted was to be with Ranma). She growled menacingly at the voice until it yelped in fear and retreated back to its dark corner. But even so, she admitted that there might have been something to what the voice had said. Maybe. Ranma did make her laugh sometimes…

She was still turning the voice's words over in her head when she opened the door to her room. As she reached for the light switch, she felt a hostile presence in the darkened room. Akane closed her eyes and extended her senses into the room, groping blindly for the origin of the hostility. A tiny scrape sounded behind her. She spun and moved into a defensive stance, shouting, "Who’s there?!" But no attack came. Akane wondered at where she had felt the danger emanating from when something dropped over her head, obscuring her vision. Her hands flew up and encountered rough burlap. A cloth sack, she thought. Since the feeling of danger had come from behind, she lashed out behind her with a powerful kick. The attack encountered nothing but air, leaving her slightly off balance. It was then that she felt a single finger poke her in the side of the neck, immediately causing her to sink to the floor. As she slipped into unconsciousness, she thought dazedly, I never even felt the attack coming. This person let me think they were behind me so they could get clean shot at me. Whoever they are, they’re good . . . Any other thoughts were cut short by her losing consciousness.

When Akane came to, she found herself sitting in a chair, with the sack still over her head. But when she tried to reach up and remove the bag, she found that she couldn’t move her arms. Panicking at her inability to move, she began to struggle, and cried out, "Hey! What gives?" But it quickly became apparent that she was tied very tightly with some sort of rough rope. Akane growled low in her throat. This always seemed to happen to her…

She ceased her struggling when a chuckle emanated from off to one side. The speaker, who sounded like a man, said, " Ah, you’re awake. Good. Now, let’s get that sack off of you, hmm?"

She heard someone stand and a few steps. Then the sack over her head was slowly pulled off, it’s rough weave scratching at her face. In the sudden light, she blinked twice, adjusting quickly. When her eyes cleared, she looked down at herself. She was sitting in a plain chair, with her hands tied behind her. A brief wriggle confirmed that her arms were bound as w