Reincarnation Materia?!
Arrogantly Presented by Vex The Warlord
- -
The screen focused in on a tall man, about seven feet in height, his features were angular, his hair jet black and spiked away, disobedient of gravity. His eyes were a bloody red color, at least that's what the all-encompassing glow emitting from where his eyes would be was, and his ears were sharply pointed. From the neck down he was encased in an ebony black armor, with silver lines jagged around in mirrors to each side, the armor seemed to have no seam.
He smirked revealing his set of fangs, and started to speak in a bizarrely echoing voice, "Well now, do you like my Avatar? I think it suits me, I especially like how it's got more destructive power then three avatars smashed together." He smirked, the glow in his eyes seeming to flare.
"Anyway, let's get down to the gratuitous list of jackasses who helped me make this fan fiction possible." He said, pulling a scroll, seemingly out of nowhere with his clawed gauntlet of a hand, he pitched a simple throwing motion, causing the scroll to unravel, and trail on the floor, and out into the corridor, and off screen and out of sight.
"Sit tight, this may take a while." He sighed as he started to read off the scroll, "Thanks to Rumiko Takahashi for creating Ranma ½ and not giving me permission to write this story, but you don't need to because I ain't making any god damn cash off it. Thanks to Ryo-Wolf for completely destroying all of my stupidly fanon beliefs that had absolutely no basis in the Manga. Thanks to Materia-Blade for writing crap that's supposedly good but I still haven't read. Thanks to Xero Reflux Strike for being a dumb ass I can count on to help refine ideas into something worth half a spit. Thanks to JSB for the same reason." He stopped for a moment before continuing on.
"Thanks to Campin' Carl for no reason readily apparent, thanks to Krimzonrayne for writing mindfucky psychobabble that has absolutely nothing to do with the series she's actually writing about." The screen fades to black, and fades back in, the room now filled with paper and Vexarian nearing the end up the damnable scroll.
"Thanks to the Pizza Boy from the thirteenth, whom actually arrived five minutes early, but I forgot to put my clock back to the normal time so I thought he was two hours and seventeen minutes late." He said and pulled out a severed hand, staring at it for a second before tossing it over his shoulder.
"Now that that is over, let's feel a bit better about all that shit I had'ta say" He smirked evilly and his hands ignited in flames, which rapidly formed streams of fire, burning everything in the room.
"Anyway, on with the show!" He smirked as everything disappeared with the screen darkening from the smoke, and refocusing on another part of the universe, another part, of the world, a string of islands, and one of the largest cities on the planet, the province, of Nerima.
- -
He dreamt... He dreamt of a childhood, his own... Yet not. He was...He didn't know... No. Where? Nibelheim, that... That was where, where he had lived, but, but that can't be right... Can it? He, he was born there... Or... Was he? He couldn't, he couldn't recall... He remembered, looking into a mirror, just six years old. His face, it... Wasn't his, but, but it was, it had to be. He could remember that spiky blonde hair, and blue eyes. But, it wasn't right somehow, his hair was supposed to be black, and in a braided ponytail, his eyes were supposed to be a stormy blue.
In the mirror a young girl approached behind him, putting her arm around his shoulder, he looked over at her face, and she looked back with a smile. She opened her mouth to talk, but he could only hear bits and pieces, "... I've ... wait... all day f.. you ..., are ... even listening .. me ...?" He felt himself nod and return her happy smile.
The girl grabbed his hand and started to pull him along, out of the bedroom, down the stairs, and out the door, outside into a village. There was a fountain right in the center, with homes all around. People were all around, all looking friendly.
He could barely see as a blinding whiteness set in, and the next thing he knew he was sitting with the girl, they were playing and laughing. It was a fond child's memory, but... It was all wrong... Wasn't it?
The girl got up with a smile on her face, and looked at him with a glint in her eye, confusing him. She tapped him on the nose and ran away with a cry, "Tag! Your it!" She said gleefully.
He stared in confusion for a moment before smiling and getting up chasing after his friend. She weaved and bobbed around people as he followed, all the while laughing.
The long haired girl climbed up some barrels and leapt down quickly, the boy climbed to the top and lost his balance, falling onto a cardboard box, which softened his fall. He got up and squinted to see his young playmate, spotting her running and sprinted off after her, he saw her run around some houses and immediately stopped. He caught a glimpse of her by the alleys, and quickly ran on the other side of the houses.
He kept catching glimpses of her and ran down the alley, to try to cut her off.
She squealed and ran the other way, into some grass, but he already gained too much on her, he leapt and caught her, tackling them both to the ground, rolling down the hill for a moment before rolling off each other onto their backs, both panting and laughing.
They slowly calmed down as they starred at the clouds going by, ever so slowly as they crawled across the sky.
The girl's voice rang out suddenly, yet silently. The boy turned his head over to look at her, matching her eyes. They matched their eyes for a few moments until she pulled herself up onto her hands, and he did the same. "Will we always be together?" She asked as she stared at the sky. The question hung in the air for a few moments before looking at the boy.
He nodded and she smiled, and held out her right hand, her pinky extended, "Pinky promise?" She asked, he smiled and entwined his pinky finger with hers and they shook on it.
The world started to brighten, it began to turn white as the details smeared together, and a ringing sound started to encompass everything, but above all of that, one word, one single word rang out.
"Promise."
The word kept repeating, as the world unraveled around him. It sounded so much like his voice, but... It wasn't... Nothing of this was right, he couldn't remember this, it didn't happen! Yet he could! It did! It couldn't be right! It was all wrong!
Wasn't it?
He blinked his eyes open as he felt himself soaring through the air... And upside down. He quickly twisted around in midair and stealing a view of below as he did, landing gracefully on a large rock, one of many that formed the rim of a Koi pond. Across from him landed a stout man, wearing a somewhat dirty Martial Arts Gi, with a pair of spectacles across his nose, and a bandanna tied around the top of his head to hide his baldness.
"Well Ranma, let's see if you can hold your own!" Genma shouted out and leapt over at his son. He stretched his fist out in a punch, as Ranma lept over to meet his father in mid air, with a kick to counter Genma's attack.
Genma caught Ranma's leg, and in turn his fist was caught. They grappled for a few moments in mid air before they twisted away from each other, jumping away and landing on the rim for a mere moment, before once more leaping toward each other.
Genma's attack was once more caught by Ranma, yet he took a hit in the gut, forcing a gag out of him. He looked at his son's face, expecting a cocky grin, yet... There was absolutely nothing, his eyes were half closed, looking bored and tired. His face betrayed nothing. It was unsettling to say the least.
Genma and Ranma fell backwards away from each other, Ranma grabbing a stone performing a hand stand before pushing off into the air with the same arm. Genma on the other hand had landed awkwardly on his foot, waving his hand for a moment to regain his balance he looked toward his son. Feeling a shiver down his spine as he saw the cold expression, and crossing his arms to brace the impact from the powerful jump kick.
Genma grunted and pushed away his arms, trying to force his son and student off of him. He received a shock as Ranma pulled an insane maneuver, he grabbed his father's forearm and twisted his body around, supported entirely by his opponent. His calve impacted the back of his father's head as he released his arm.
Ranma landed on the rocky rim, now unoccupied, and looked in on the large panda, floating face down in the pond, the Koi all gathered near the sides.
After a moment Genma heaved himself up and twisted around, grabbing the leg coming at his head with both of his claws. He let out a growf and pulled Ranma off balance, trying to change him into his curse given form as well.
Ranma slid into the water, transforming into a short, busty, redheaded girl.
"Breakfast is ready." A sweet voice called out, calling both Genma and Ranma's attention. Kasumi was looking over at them from the house.
Ranma got up and stepped out of the Koi pond, letting some of the water drip off her body before pulling her shirt off to wring it out. She pulled her now almost dry shirt back on and joined the Tendo sisters, her mother, and the Tendo patriarch at the table. Kasumi handed him a pre-heated kettle with her usual smile, the aqua-transsexual nodded as she transformed back to her proper gender, then passed the kettle over to his panda-formed father, looking at his son slightly fearful.
Ranma took his food and started eating quietly, ignoring the odd look from Genma. Any questions asked of him were simply answered with a somber nod, or a shake of his head. After slowly eating his breakfast, he accepted the offered Bento from Kasumi, and walked off to school with Nabiki and Kasumi.
Ranma walked slowly, his head down and lost in his thoughts to the point where he didn't even notice the mallet coming from Akane, until... Slink, it split in half with a tiny flash of light, seemingly of it's own accord and slipped around either side of Ranma completely unnoticed.
Akane stared at the two halves of what had been a fairly useful weapon, and looked over at Ranma, still slowly walking, ignorant to the world around him. She mentally decided that something had happened, and she'd have to talk to Nabiki about it later.
She followed behind Ranma the rest of the trip to Furinkan, carefully watching him, trying to figure out what was wrong. Unknown to her, Ranma was thinking much the same. He was obsessed over the dream, but mostly, obsessed over the girl within it.
He stopped at the gate to Furinkan High School and looked around, almost seeming bored as he stopped his wondering.
"I attack!" Kuno cried out as he charged his usual adversary with his bokken, assured of his victory as always, and as always, he was incredibly, incredibly deluded of his own abilities. Unfortunately, as he started his first swing at Ranma, something within the status quo changed, and everyone felt it.
Ranma reached out and snatched the bokken out of the kendoist's hands with blazing speed, even for him. He grasped it with both hands, as if it were much larger, but wielded it with the brutal efficiency of a trained Soldier. He slammed it into Kuno's side with a powerful slice, the force of which threw Tatewaki to the side, stumbling to regain his balance. Unfortunately this Ranma would not allow him such a luxury, and immediately was on top of him yet again, thrusting the boken so fast at Kuno's head that only the momentum of his fall saved him from it.
Kuno looked up from his position, only to find the bokken jabbed just under his chin, he starred up at his foe, the same icy blue look in his eyes as when the fight had begun. It was truly terrifying.
"R-Ranma..." Akane stuttered out, in fear at the brutal display. That thrust could have easily skewered Kuno's skull if it had been a fraction of a second sooner.
Ranma blinked, he dropped the bokken on top of Kuno and clutched his head while screwing his eyes shut and clenched his jaw. An enormous headache rolled across his mind, after a moment it resided, and he turned from the still shocked upperclassmen and entered the school as if nothing had happened.
Several floors up, Daisuke and Hiroshi stood near the windows and looked at each other, unsure whether or not to be impressed, or frightened at the recent display.
"Do you think Ranma's gotten into another magic potion or something?" Daisuke asked.
Hiroshi replied with, "Maybe he's been replaced by some kind of imposter ghost?!"
"Maybe one of his enemies drowned him at Jusenkyo and is walking around in his body?!" Daisuke said in shock.
"Or maybe it's an alien trying to take over the world with his body?!" Hiroshi bemoaned with his hands clasped over his ears.
"What?" Said a familiar voice behind them. Causing them to leap upwards and cling to the ceiling.
"Ranma?!" They shouted in duality before dropping to the ground and groveling. "Don't kill us your evil alien lordship! We'll be humble servants!"
Ranma scratched the back of his head, near his pigtail while a bead of sweat manifested on his forehead. He sighed, ignored the two and sat down, proceeding to get lost in his thoughts once more.
Akane looked into the room, quickly surveying the room, looking for Ranma. She quickly saw him sitting in his desk, staring blankly at the wood. Hiroshi and Daisuke were still groveling on the floor, but she didn't notice them... Nor did anyone else really...
Ukyo walked past Akane with a light smile on her face, she looked toward Ranma and her smile brightened. She quickly made her way back in the classroom, but instead of going to her desk, she stopped by Ranma first. Who, in turn, noticed her immediately and turned his head to look her in the eyes.
"Hey Ranchan..." Ukyo said with a smile, some very light pink adorning her cheeks, for reasons unknown to anyone she was acting fairly shy.
"...Ucchan" Ranma replied softly, and watched her sit down in her desk before closing his eyes and beginning to breathe slowly and calmly.
Akane looked back and forth between the two, unsure how to feel at the moment. Each and every part of herself was confused. She was being divided into warring sides, "I've got to find Nabiki..." Akane whispered, absolutely sure that something bizarre had happened... Again...
She took a gulp and walked over to her desk, sitting beside Ranma, and keeping her sight on him, through the corners of her eyes.
