Story: Half Goddess Akane

 Soun Tendo had many things in his life to be grateful for. Three beautiful, intelligent, willful daughters. A son-in-law to be proud of. A good friend. The respect of his community. And, of course, his dojo. His land, his property, his pride and his joy.

Which a young girl was building a shrine inside of at this very moment. She had dressed up in the shrine maiden uniform he had seen her wear during New Years and other festivals, and was currently hammering together an offerings box to go with the objects she had placed on freshly constructed shelves with some random calligraphy.

"Ahem," he coughed to get her attention. No dice. "Ahem, ahem, ahem!"

"You should get that checked out, Mister Tendo. It doesn't sound healthy," little Yuka said.

Alright. He'd tried being polite. "I do not remember giving permission for you to set up a shrine on my property," Soun said.

“Technically didn’t this property belong to your wife, Mr. Tendo?”

“Err, yes, but when she passed on I took ownership of it as her husband…” Tears began to form in the back of Soun’s eyes, recalling his lovely wife. So beautiful, kind, generous. Almost divine!

Wait. According to his father-in-law she was literally divine. He recalled that after a moment, it was hard to think about due to it being so… out there. So distracted was he by memories of his dear departed wife that he almost didn't notice their eldest come by with some red paint and brushes.

"Here you go, Yuka. Red, not only it, traditional, but it matches Akane's name."

"Good thinking, Kasumi!" Yuka said, taking the red paint and brushing it down.

"Kasumi..." Soun whined, knowing full well that if his eldest supported something, it was as good as done. Point of fact, he was pretty sure the only reason Ranma and Akane weren't married yet was because Kasumi was still on the fence. “I mean, can we truly be sure that Grandfather isn’t pulling our leg?”

“We all saw Grandmother stab Grandfather through the chest without any injury, Father. And the age changing thing, as well. Not to mention the eclipse Akane accidentally caused. Which apparently was “retroactively” predicted because causality is apparently a suggestion for the gods.”

"Yes, and we've also seen ghost cats, Jusenkyo curses and - I'm only providing more evidence against my case, aren't I?"

Kasumi patted him on the head. "It was a good attempt, you might have convinced me there was some other magical cause."

“Err, Yuka, dear, does your father know you’re trying to set up a rival shrine dedicated to your childhood friend?” Soun said, trying to find a way to subtly discourage this mess for the moment.

"Where do you think I got the schematics?" Yuka asked. “When I told Dad that Mrs. Tendo was a goddess and Akane’s now one too he just said ‘That sounds about right for what that family gets into’ and passed me the tools.”

"But this is meant to be a martial arts dojo!" he whined. "You can't turn it into a religious site! The two of them are quite incompatible."

"What about the Shaolin monasteries in China?" Kasumi asked.

"That's a completely different matter!” Soun said. But declined to explain why, because he felt it was obvious. "I can't possibly agree to this, it will interfere with our training!"

"Step right up, boys!" Nabiki called out, in a manner much akin to a circus ringleader. "As you can see, we have right here a shrine devoted to the fine Akane Tendo!"

Soun boggled in disbelief as several burly boys entered to gawk at the shrine Yuka was setting up. Handing off money to his middle daughter in the process.

"Nabiki..." Soun warned.

"Gee daddy, would you look at these athletes who have come along to our training hall?" Nabiki gasped. "Why, with the right encouragement and advertisement, they might even stay."

"Wow, I can't believe there's a shrine to Akane Tendo here..." one of the boys whispered.

"Man, I'll pray to her temple any day of the week."

If Soun had been paying attention he would have recognised the extremely blatant perving on his youngest daughter going on, but Nabiki was behaving like the devil on his shoulder whispering sweet nothings to the tune of ca-ching.

Each of the daughters took something from both parents. Kasumi took her mother's calming aura and her father's tendency to overreact to surprises. Akane took her father's interest in martial arts and her mother's ferocity. While Nabiki took her mother's cleverness... and her father's interest in money, money, money.

"What in the world is going on out here?!"

Ah, now that was Akane herself, taking note of some of the boys who used to get together to try to beat her up and make hre go on a date with them. With levels of success so low, it went back out through the Earth and occasionally brushed the moon. On the other hand, Akane's anger was also brushing the moon because it was so high up.

"Is that a shrine?" Akane asked accusingly. "Is that a shrine? Is that a shrine to me? Is that a donations box? A donations box for me? Nabiki, they might be perverts but stop bilking them!"

"Perverts! After my darling granddaughter?!"

Where did he come from? One moment there had been empty space and the next Grandfather Tendo, looking like a Grandfather this time, appeared with his bokken in his hands.

“Who’s that?” One of the boys said.

Susano-O slapped down his wooden sword in his palm. “Ah, you know, Akane’s dear Grandfather. Who learned that a bunch of idiot boys who don’t know how to treat a lady have decided to show up at <b>her house.</b> Idiot boys who clearly deserve a beating.”

“What?” One of Akane’s “admirers” who was also a member of the karate club spoke up. “I don’t know who you are old man, but our love for Akane is-”

The next moment he was knocked out of the dojo, flying through the door and into the distant skies. Grandfather Tendo now standing where he had been, his bokken swung out. Even Akane and Soun hadn’t been able to perceive his movements, let alone the rest of the boys in the room.

Not that the boys were in the room for very long. Survival instinct took hold and got them to flee with their tails tucked between their legs. They were, at least, fortunate that Susano-O didn't have a mind to actually give them tails.

"Grandpa! Don't chase off the marks!" Nabiki huffed. "Now how am I supposed to set up a cult?"

"Wait until your own divinity comes into play, and go hog wild," Suzano-O said without skipping a beat. “Of course, you might get thrown out of Heaven and have to kill a bunch of monsters to make up for it. Speaking from experience here kids.”

"Besides which, this is meant to be a respectable shrine," Yuka said.

"Right, right, respectable." Suasno-O said,“Like how my dear sister says. Always going on about how we need to set an example and all that”. He turned to give Nabiki and Soun the stinkeye. "Trust me on this, don't try to make this into a profitable adventure, or you'll just cause trouble for yourself."

"Easy for you to say," Nabiki huffed. "You don't have to worry about upkeep as an actual God. Whereas us mere mortals -"

"Nihao!"

Where once there was a wall, a wall still stood. It just had a hole in it now. In that hole was a cute chinese girl giving a sparkly, bubbly wave that underlay the fact that if you pissed her off there was a half decent chance she might try to murder you where you stood.

But sure. Akane's the violent one.

“Shampoo, what are you doing here?” Akane said, a bit of rubble dropping out of her hair. "As if I couldn't guess? There are only really three reasons."

"Shampoo hear Akane sick, come to wish well!"

"Number two it is," Akane groused. But before she could ask her most annoying romantic rival to leave...

"Well hello there miss, pleased to make your acqu-" Susano-O said, and was then casually hip tossed about a block away.

"As Shampoo saying, she bring nice nice gift - "

"How thoughtful of you," Susano-O said, and was then put under Shampoo's heel. This was a girl who knew exactly how to deal with unwanted attention. Which makes sense because, I mean, have you seen that body? “You know, I haven’t done anything more then say hello Miss.”

“Shampoo know when being checked out.” She said, digging her heel into his back a little more. "You make it too too easy to tell."

"Oh dear, have you been bothered by men in your past?" Susano-O said, suddenly up on his feet again. "My apologies for being so forward. Is there perhaps a boon that I could grant you to make up for it?"

“Die.” Shampoo said. She made a violent thrust for the throat, but the old man wasn't there anyore.

“Stronger women than you have tried.” Susano-O said. "Oh, if only I was younger. And my sister wasn't around..."

“Who is this old man?” Shampoo decided to ignore him and go back to her original goal. "Ah, Akane take nice gift?"

"This is my grandfather, if you must know," Akane sniffed. "And no thanks to your gift, it's probably packed with explosives or something."

Notice that Akane rather glossed over the fact that her grandfather was one of the most important deities in Japan. Also, please notice that Shampoo's impression of the old man went down even further by dint of being related to Akane Tendo.

“Oh you’re one of the other girls after my granddaughter’s fiance?" Susano-O asked. "How tragic, your heart is destined to be broken.” He suddenly sounded a lot less friendly.

"Shampoo bored with you now. Why is there a shrine over there with Akane's face on it? Has kitchen wrecker finally gone loopy and try set up religion?"

"It's not my idea!" Akane protested.

"Akane’s going to be a great goddess!!" Yuka, unhelpfully, called out.

A sly smirk crept quickly across Shampoo's pretty features. This was a girl who could hardly resist the chance to tease her biggest rival, after all. The sight of this made Soun nod to himself. He knew this shrine would be nothing but trouble the moment he laid eyes on it.

1. Meanwhile, Ranma is talking with Sayuri and Akane's grandmother.
   
2. More hijinks at the new shrine.
3. Something else