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Prelude
It's often thought that the gods had a sense of humor when anyone reflected on the life of a certain pig-tailed martial artist. To others, it was thought that said gods were spiteful to all but this one. In reality, seeing as no one directly connected with the aquatranssexual in question actually resided there, the gods were as just bored as...well whatever they could describe as being exceedingly bored. It is this instance which has lead up to the current Saotome's predicament, namely the tried and true story all that who bear interest are knowledgeable of. No one person, not even Genma, could be so stupid as to engage Ranma to countless girls, the occasional guy, or even toss his retirement fund into a pit of starving cats. It just wasn't in the capabilities of the human intelligent quotient. So thusly, it is presented to the reader the strange, though semi-explained, scene that lay before the eyes of the casual Nemerian observer.
A bead of sweat slowly rolled down the face of one Saotome Ranma as he decided to reevaluate the measure of his opponent. His taunts weren't working anymore, it was clear Ryoga had control of his temper and something a fair deal more valuable. He'd have to ask the lost boy later how he'd found it. With the same arrogant smirk he went on the defensive as Ryoga came at him again. Lean to the left. Right. Quick hop over a leg sweep. Pause...and pick it up again with another step to the side, leaps over and again with the side steppin- Wait. 'That can't be right' Ranma thought arching an eyebrow and glancing at Ryoga with a bit of curiosity. The lost boy just nodding. 'Must be something big if he wants to go ahead with that.' thought the pigtailed one once more. Shrugging off his confusion he leapt back as Ryoga initiated the sequence for their departure.
A small number of blocks away, Cologne was currently pogo-ing as fast as her cane would allow her as Shampoo and Mousse were following close behind. "You idiot! Have you any idea what you've given the Hibiki boy, Mousse?" questioned an irate amazonian matriarch.
"Yeah you old ghoul, I've given him a way to finish off Saotome once and for all, finally setting Shampoo free!" replied the almost casual part time duck. He really hoped Ryoga's plan worked, he couldn't take much more of this. Though, in honesty he was amazed at how well this was working out. Those two were damn devious when they put their heads together.
Since the battle with Saffron, the two had actually been working on settling their problems. Ryoga challenged Ranma to another official duel, he lost of course, but this time Ranma was actually there and hadn't been drug off by his father. He even moved on to accept his curse. It did have some benefits that his actual body wouldn't allow. Heck even the problem with Akane had be solved after one particular beating Ranma suffered at her hands. Ryoga had of course witnessed the entire thing, remarked in his defense, and been pounded as well. Good goddess did that girl have issues. Mousse really didn't have any problems with Ranma. As a male amazon, he wasn't allowed to be taught any forms of the art, it was a rather stupid idea honestly. Why would they defect to those weirdo Musk just because they learned how to defend themselves. No, the only reason he fought Ranma so often was to train himself. Of course he knew Cologne knew this, but it wasn't like it mattered to her. She was one of the more progressive members of the tribe after all, it was Shampoo he was keeping appearances up for. No one could seriously fall for that girl, she had almost as many problems as Akane. Actually, now that he thought about it, all of Ranma's fiancées had issues. Maybe he should get out of here as well. 'Wonder if they'll take me with them'
"When this is over I'm getting you fixed!" shouted the surprisingly pissed Cologne, though she knew it really wasn't necessary. The boy's attempts at getting trained were clever enough. Even using Shampoo's freedom as an excuse was worthy of some acknowledgment. Being the matriarch of the village, she held a position of power that they, the villagers that is, all looked up to. As such, she couldn't simply go and break tradition by training the boy. In fact the only reason she got away with training Ranma was because he wasn't even an amazon. Such a position was usually looked down upon because if you weren't an amazon, you were thought to beneath and unworthy of acknowledgment. This had been the case until he had beaten the village's champion with as much ease as a rhino steps on a cat. His "status," or lack there of, in the village had allowed him to be trained by Cologne through a series of loopholes. Mousse on the other hand was an amazon and thus was not allowed to receive training. Which is why she agreed to bring him to Japan. He showed promise, a lot of it. He just needed an environment that didn't stunt his growth in the art. This recent development however was just absurd. She couldn't figure out why he would be so stupid as to give Ryoga the Nanbon mirror. Didn't he know what the mirror did? Sighing again, she couldn't help but think that she was getting too old for this.
There was already quite the crowd, distanced from the fight of course, watching the two artists do their dance when the trio arrived. As the three approached closer, Cologne sighed in resignation as she saw that the Hibiki boy had already drawn the mirror. It was over, there was no way they'd hear her, or even listen for that matter. The Nanbon mirror, the Nanban's second cousin twice removed by baseball impact, was infamous among the village. Although it was never used, the lore behind it was that if enough energy were applied it formed a link to an alternate world. Normally, she would have only had to worry about Saffron using it, hence why she had it in the first place. However, due to recent developments, she was preparing to have it sent back to the village. So it seemed her fears were well founded as the very thing she was trying to prevent was about to happen. She could only watch in horrified fascination as the events played out before her, not even registering that the rest of the NWC had arrived. Then, It clicked. Ryoga wasn't putting out any hot chi, but Ranma was still powering up the spiral. Why? He knew more than anyone that it wouldn't work without a source of hot and cold ch-. It clicked again. He was going to use THOSE. Since his battle with the godling Saffron, he had recently inherited the Gekkaja and Kinjakan, both of which would provide ample hot and cold chi for the spiral. It clicked again. Cologne stuck her finger in her ear in an attempt to clean anything out. That clicking was becoming annoying. It was planned. She turned back to Mousse to see a smirk she'd only seen on one other person.
"Think of something interesting Old Ghoul? Too late for a goodbye party unfortunately." Mousse remarked, noticing that the elder was finally catching on. Said elder could only wonder how the three had become so devious. Whatever retort she had died on her tongue as she snapped her head back and the wind picked up. The two participants were smiling as well.
"HIYRU SHOTEN HA REVISED: FAREWELL PARTY!" Ranma shrugged slightly at the groan from Ryoga and pulled out the elemental keys of ascension. Going through the motions, Ryoga threw the mirror high into the air as Ranma finished the new spiral. The result was incredible...to those miles and miles away. Everyone else that was too close had to close their eyes at the sheer amount of light and energy being created. The center of the twisting elemental storm struck the mirror and it activated. Just as Ranma and Ryoga were leaping towards the mirror, Ranma shot out his hand to intercept a...simple chain? Glancing down, he saw Mousse leaping towards them with the same smirk, Cologne and Shampoo utterly shell shocked. Yanking the myopic amazon up, they vanished into the mirror just as it cracked into three shards, the center jewel popping out, from the intensity of the tornado. As the storm died down, the mirror fell to the ground shattering, leaving nothing but a small prismy array on the ground as the dust slowly fluttered about in the breeze.
Amateur Author's Notes.
Yeeeeuuup. I give unto thee, the reader, the prologue to my story. A tale of monster battles, friendship, grandeur, tragedy, and of course chaos. Lots of chaos.
Its currently June. I have no class and no life to speak of. I will try my darndest to update this when possible, though at a reasonable rate. I will also try, even to the point of death, to finish this sucker. It has come to my attention that there appears not to be a single COMPLETED Pokemon crossover with Ranma 1/2. Granted there appear to be one or two that seem to still have authors working on them. It's simply somewhat astonishing. Even if this kind of crossover is few in number. I simply request that you please accept my imperfections. I'm not a genius at dialog, my writings can get wordy, and I may make plenty of mistakes. This is the first fanfiction to make it off my hard drive so please bear with me.
I tried to explain events well enough here, but it may not mesh well. If anyone has any questions, please let me know.
Chances are, this will not mesh with the anime. I've not seen much of the anime past the Orange Islands so there may be some guest appearances, however I provide no guarantee.