In a world where the Jusenkyo guide did his job properly and only Ranma was unfortunate enough to be cursed to transform with the application of water...

(This is not a Sailor Moon Crossover Fic)

Chapter 1:

Ranma's steps faltered as a squirt gun landed a hit in his back. The boy child, ki too small for Ranma's subconscious to deem him a threat, laughed and pointed. It seemed he wasn't alone, a whole flock of his ilk gathering behind him until a woman who wouldn't look Ranma in the eye hurried them off. Ranma – now quite female – simply stood there, containing her rage. 'So now they think my curse is funny?' Ranma was accustomed, if not at ease, with the usual responses to her curse. The unease, even fear in some of their eyes, like the women who had herded away the children. Then there were the ones who looked at her like some bug under a microscope, waiting to be dissected for the secrets it might hold. Worse still were those like her fiancee, Akane, and many of her friends. What right had they to call her a pervert? She hadn't ever asked for this curse, and compared to most boys her age she was an absolute saint! And then there was Kuno and other men like him, always roaming their eyes over her body. Whether she did it jokingly or not, for Akane to compare her to such men was a grave insult to her honor. Ranma tried to love her, she really did, but Akane just made it so hard sometimes. The date Akane had taken with that bastard bread-whining Ryoga had nearly broken her heart. It was like being a fish on a hook. Ranma couldn't get away but ever pull kept driving the hook deeper and deeper.

But this laughter, this was something new. What right had they to laugh? Had they trained every day of their lives since they could barely walk? Had they risked their life to save their friends and family? Let alone loved ones that spent more than half their time stabbing her in the back.

It just wasn't fair, and Ranma was having a harder and harder time believing it would ever end. For awhile she had entertained the hope that maybe their fathers would give up on the outdated arranged marriage and let them live their own lives, especially when Akane thought so little of her sex-changing spouse-to-be. She had even hoped that perhaps even with her poor grades and total lack of studying time she might get into college somewhere and be free for at least a little while before getting dragged back to this hellhole. Now she knew it wasn't possible, there was no escape. It was painful to think back over all the things that had been said to her over the years and realize how much of it was true. Kasumi had understood better than anyone, and Cologne had just laughed at her ignorance, biding her time. Cologne could have taken her back to the village any time she liked, but just like Kasumi she understood inevitability. That subtle facet of the universe that fastened its chains about you in the cradle and never let go. Kasumi had called her young, Nabiki labeled her naïve, and countless had called her uncivilized through little fault of her own. But now, now it was too late to change anything. There was no taking back what Nabiki had done. The penny-grabbing merchant had tricked her, forced her to show her curse on a national stage. By now Ranma doubted there was a town larger than Hokkaido that wasn't now clued into the existence of magic and her curse in particular.

And now, well, what could she do? At least with Pops she had been able to beat some sense into him on occasion, but how does one fight laughter? There were no major enemies to fight anymore, and if Saffron had shown her anything it was that real triumphs never show up on the news anyways. Ranma wished she was as evil as so many seemed to think she was, at least then maybe she could try her hand at playing the villain.

Ranma turned in place, staring askance at the deserted state of the normally busy market street. "I'm not glowing again, am I?" Examining the skin of arms Ranma was unable to find any hint of emotion-fueled ki radiating off of her in the visible spectrum so her control hadn't slipped enough to discomfort those more than a meter from her, she estimated. There did, however, appear to be a disintegrating beneath her feet. "Weird."

"You there! Foul shape-shifting creature, for disturbing the peace of our city streets I shall punish you on behalf of the moon!" Ranma just held the bridge of her nose, willing back the fast-forming migraine as she dodged their first slew of attacks.

"Why are you attacking me? I'm a magical girl, just like you." Ranma prided herself on her acting ability, her poor judgment on when to utilize it such as with the girlfriend of Ryoga fiasco notwithstanding.

"Really?" responded Sailor Moon in confused and hopeful amazement.

"No. Now go away, I already killed your silly youma thingy." Ranma knew they wouldn't go away, they never went away.

"She, he, whatever! must be lying!" called the blue-haired one. She certainly seemed awfully familiar, if a touch shorter than Ranma's usual antagonist. "No human is that strong, it must be from the Dark Kingdom!"

"So I'm an 'it' now? And lay off the shouting, you chicks are so bossy."

"He is a threat to Crystal Tokyo, he must be eliminated!" Ranma sensed that the green haired one really needed a neck massage or something to help her relax.

Five minutes later Ranma found himself flying through some sort of wormhole, full of twisting tunnels and forks that had thrice now nearly cut him in half as he steered his way with concussive blasts of ki. Foul-smelling globs of ectoplasmic goo proved unavoidable, filling him with an icy, unclean chill. He was thankful that sailor's water and fire attacks had combined to get him back to normal, but he was also firmly of the opinion that had he not been preoccupied with dodging their less friendly blows on his person he would have noticed the recall device on the fallen youma well in advance. As it was, he would have to put past failures behind him, for his trip through dimensions was fast coming to the end. Rather predictably the exit left him high in the air. This was really nothing new, but falling from above the cloud line with even his well-trained lungs struggling in the cold, thin air was a nice touch. The curse's reactivation upon falling through a thousand-foot high cloud of razor-sharp snow was just icing on the cake, really. Truth be told, it was actually quite reminiscent of time she had sledded down Mount Everest on Pop's back. It had been plain rice for a week after that event, but she had always felt it was worth it.

Ranma came out of her huddle, spreading her arms and legs to slow her descent. Opening her eyes again she got her first good look at the land below. "No, frikking, way." There was a seriously large bird keeping pace beside her with a funny look in its eyes. Ranma hated being short. As a girl even this funny looking bird was nearly bigger than she was, and that was ignoring its wingspan.

"Pidgeot!"

Whatever that odd squawking was about, she was fairly certain it wasn't saying she could ride it to the ground. This hypothesis was proven after she made a mildly painful impact with a fluffy bear-like creature with the bird, she swore, laughing at her before it flew away. "At least the bear is nice." Ranma suspected it was simply unconscious but she wasn't one to split hairs.

"Snor... lax."

"Eh?" The bear-thing seemed no worse for wear as it slowly levered itself back onto its hind legs. Its front paw came up so slowly that for a moment Ranma thought it was just waving hello. Then it came down.

"Hey! That was my favorite shirt!" Though, in truth, it had already been hanging by a thread as a result of her previous battles since waking so long ago.

She heard Ryoga's voice loud in her ears, "Ranma, you're acting just like a girl."

"I'll kill you!" She spun around, searching for the bandana-wearing jerk. Nothing. "How long has it been since I slept?" It must have been awhile if she was hallucinating again. She turned back to the bear, noting its slowly rising paw. "I'm sorry about this." One spin kick later the bear was knocked out and on the ground, fluffy tummy inviting her in. Casting aside the remnants of her tattered shirt she slithered into place, drawing up a two-hundred pound arm with ease to cover herself as she slept. "If this bear turns out to be a pervert in a costume I'm keeping it as a rug."

End Chapter 1:

This was going to be a Wheel of Time or Starcraft crossover but... ya. We'll see, I suppose it's not too late to change things if people prefer those options. There's not many Ranma/Pokemon crossovers but there's even less Ranma/WoT and Ranma/SC are essentially nonexistent so far as I recall, but then again I feel like people will feel more aggrieved if I were to mess with their plotlines as much as I intend to do with the Pokemon plot.

If this was a touch too angsty, well, the novacaine from the dentist's appointment just wore off. I need to swear off soda apparently. Brushing only goes so far if all four of your aunts have lost all their teeth by age sixty.

P.S. The snorlax attack was based off the time a sloth took a swing at my father. My father didn't even notice it as he had already walked away after petting the thing on the head, but the clawed hand swept down at him a couple seconds after he went out of range.