A Nautilus Production

By Capt. Nemo

Okay folks, here the rewrite. Spelling has been checked, and grammar has been checked.

Hey every one. I know I promised a Full Metal Panic/NGE crossover, but I couldn't get it to work, so I have scraped Full Metal Eva. I might restart it later.

As for this fanfic, I am taking inspiration from Porthos122's 'Origins: An abridged history of Clan Itsunagi', the only difference that I am doing this through the Saotome Clan.

And know as I always say:

On with the story

Insert standard disclaimer here (I only own the oc's)

Origins: The History of Clan Saotome

Chapter 1: A visitor

An old man was walking down the streets of Nerima. He was wearing a dark mens kimono. Walking with the help of an ornately decorated cane in his right hand and he had a package griped in his left hand. With white hair he looked like another old man, but instead of a beard on his face, there where burn marks, given to him by the flames that had engulfed tokyo near the end of World War II. He walked slowly but had a look of purpose about him, stoping but once to find some cover from a passing shower and set out once again after it had stopped.

If people had stopped to look at him they would have seen him walk with a slight limp in his right leg due to an American pineapple grenade during the battle of Guadalcanal. Having been drafted when he was 16, he was one of many issen goren (1). His training had been held near Tokyo. The training had lasted about three months and had consisted of marksmanship, marching, first aid and land navigation. After graduating from basic training, he was shipped out to Guadalcanal.

He remembered the carnage of the battle field out side Henderson field and how the U.S. Marines, out gunned, out manned and out supplied had held out against waves of Japanese soldiers trying to retake the airfield. He had gained a respect for the Marines that day. How they had fought with a tenacity that he had not been seen before. He remembered how even when they where falling back they where still fighting, the closer they came to the air field, the harder they had fought. It dawned on him two weeks later while recovering from wounds on his right leg on a hospital ship the reason they had been fighting so hard, it was because they had there backs to the sea and because of that, they had nowhere to go.

Coming upon a bridge and as he was crossing it he spotted the sun set. 'It still a bit redder then it was before That Day.' That Day was August 6. 1945. His unit had been inrout to Hiroshima when the bomb had gone off. The devastation he had seen astonded and sickened him to this day.

As he stood on the bridge he saw a Japanese girl with strangely red hair wearing a red Chinese silk shirt and a pair of black pants lying on the bank. He had only seen hair close to that color on the women his son had married. They had truly loved each other, and he was worrying about her. She had recently been by to tell his grandson the story of her clan. The girl was just sitting there looking at the canal thinking about something. She had the look of someone who was trying to make a decision that weighed heavily on her. He continued on, leaving the young lady to her thoughts.

When he finally came to his destination, he slowed down a little more. Haveing not seen his son or grandson in ten years; he was looking forward to this moment. He hoped that his son had not taken up his uncle's screwed up sense of honor. He walked up to the gate of the Tendo dojo and knocked. A young woman answered the door.

"Good evening ma'am. I was told that my son and grandson lived here. Their names are Genma and Ranma Saotome." He asked

"Yes sir they do live here. Though Ranma is out right now, but Mr. Saotome is home. Would you like to come in, you can join us for dinner if you want." The young women answered.

"I think I will."

(1): Issen Goren. The amount that it cost to send out a draft notice in Japan before and during World War II, about a penny and a half.

For those three that did review:

Griffenvamp

Darklion

Clancrusher

Thanks. I am always looking for room to improve, it's why I write.

I would also like to thank my prereaders. I have made a lot of changes, correcting grammer, spelling, and punctuation at their suggestions.