A Ranma 0.5/Lunar fanfiction
Once upon a Blue Star
By Kijin
*Disclaimer*
I don't own any of these characters.
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Prologue
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He stood in an open field, relaxed and calm. Around him
were the family he had always known, friends and lovers he
will always remember. Seeing their faces made him think about
all the times they shared. Before this day was over, though,
he knew that he might not see them again. That fact almost
made him reconsider his decision.
But he had no other choice. He had to do this. If he
did not want countless of lives to be on his head, This
must be done.
He gazed one last time at their puzzled faces, etching
them into memory. They did not have any idea what would
happen here. They simply followed him when he said that he
would be returning home. Added to the fact that after the
disaster at Jusendo, he started to act strangely, his friends
were more worried about the condition of his mental
faculties.
'It is time. Call upon the Guardian of towers. It is
time to call Althena's children to do thy bidding.'
He closed his eyes, head tilted up as if to stare at
the heavens. Yes. It is time. Time, to go back to where he
was born. To go back home.
The pig-tailed boy raised an arm above him, pointing
straight up. Radiant energy began to gather from everywhere,
collecting at the tip of fingers. The whole world shuddered
as ambient energy from the Earth gathered into one place,
in the wide clearing. His spectators covered their eyes in a
vain attempt to protect their eyesight from the bright light.
After the fireworks died down into a more manageable
degree, they looked back once more at the young man standing
in the center. He had not lowered his arm. Fey lines of
power emanated from every part of his being, some being
expended as excess energy leaked between himself. His
chinese tunic had been ripped by the incredible forces he
had contained in his body. At this point, a glowing sphere
of magic surrounded his powerful form, flickering as he
hovered thirty feet in the air.
The young man smiled. It seemed like everything was
true, or at least everything he knew for now. Now there
will be only one thing left to do before I go.
"Althena's Light, shine forth!" He shouted to the
heavens.
The power he gathered began to condense even more,
directed by the sheer force of his will. Once again, the
world screamed as reality itself was torn asunder, and space
being shifted to his own preferences.
It started as a small point of light, then quickly
grew as artificial rift came into being. For all of them, the
the experience of seeing a doorway between worlds sent all of
their senses awry. Sensations were turned upside down. They
could hear the colors, taste sound. The very act of opening
the doorway disproved everything they had known to be true.
But then again, where HE was concerned, the mundane
was as commonplace as everyday life.
"Such power...I wonder, where does this come from?"
The Amazon matriarch was worried. If he was capable of such
feats, who knows what terrors would lie beneath the surface of
his innocent visage. Had everything they knew about him been
a lie?
'Yes' He thought. 'The Rift between the dimensions is
ready. Now to call them to do his bidding...'
"POWER." The tone was unearthly, and sent shivers in
everyone's spine.
He lowered his arm, spreading the both of them at his
side. Lightning flickered on the background, making his
visitors flinch. His lips turned up a bit at the corners.
perhaps this will make them think twice about things before
they rush forward to do something they might regret soon.
He straightened, turning his attention to the Tear in
the fabric of space-time.
"In the name of the Prince of the Blue star! I summon
thee, the Children of Althena!" He shouted his demand.
The sun faded away, winking out as dark, gray clouds
rushed in above the field. The winds howled their furious
anger, screaming in actinic fury. The ground rumbled in
response, sending everyone except the floating youth to their
knees.
The portal widened, glowing even more brightly than
before. It expanded to incredible proportions, nearly covering
everyone's field of vision. At first, they were puzzled at the
sudden increase in size. Then, as darkened forms began to
writhe behind the screen of white, everything became clear.
Out of the portal came five enormous creatures. Their
winged, serpentine forms flew out in the open, shrieking
their war cries. The air itself was alive with their barely
contained power, circling above to claim the skies as their
own. Even the Orochi looked like a garden worm by comparison.
The massive draconian forms looked as if they measured at
least 200 feet long!
Finally, the Dragons lowered themselves back to the
ground. The earth shook as they landed, hinting at the power
contained within. Each had different colors : black, red,
blue, white, and one had a strange, metallic hue. They
turned to speak with the person who stood floating above
the rest of the humans.
"Where you the one that summoned us?" Spoke the white
Dragon.
The Young man nodded. "Yes. I have summoned all of you
here for a purpose. One that shall be of great import to us
all."
"Oh? And what is this 'purpose'" Asked the Red dragon.
He smiled winsomely, glancing for a moment at the
assemble people beneath him.
"I wish to go home." He said simply.
The black Dragon nodded in turn. "Very well. What else
do you remember?"
"Nothing. All I know is the feeling of dread; as if
one of the Banished Lords came back to threatened all that
we know." He shaked his head from side to side. "I know no
more than that."
"Really?" Said the blue dragon excitedly. "Well, its
about time! I've always wondered how you would have to stay
here. Its quiet a nice place, really, but nothing beats
your own home! Why, I remembered this one century..."
He stopped his chatter, as the other Dragons growled at
him. He ducked his neck sheepishly, and the people sweatdropped,
wondering how the Blue-furred behemoth could shift to red.
"How do we know you're really him?" Came the insulting
tone of the metallic Dragon. "The Star Dragon is the guardian
of the Towers, after all. I have to make sure nobody without
the proper authority takes advantage of the gates!" He finished
haughtily.
Most of the dragons groaned at this arrogant display,
while the Red-furred dragon just buried her head behind
her paws. "To think I *tried* to raise him better than
this..." She mumbled.
If anything, the pig-tailed boy seemed amused. "You're
right," He agreed. "It is your duty to Guard the Doorways.
One cannot be too sure, after all." He smiled. "But why don't
we simply leave right now, then fight later?"
"Huh?" Came the puzzled response.
"If I'm really who I say I am, you won't lose anything
out of this. And if I really lied about things, You could
easily trounce me to the next plane, right? Either way," He
reasoned, "Its a win-win situation. So, what do you say?"
It didn't take the Star Dragon more than a couple of
seconds to make up his mind. "Well...you do have a point."
He shook a scaly paw in the air. "Alright, I'll let you
pass! But if you even look at me sideways, I'll be there to
give you a whipping you'll never forget!"
The pig-tailed boy smirked. 'Still a bit o' a fireball,
are you, Cinder?'
He pointed to the glowing doorway. "I believe we have
a meeting to adjourn?"
The rest of the Dragons nodded their serpentine necks.
They raised their heads to point at the Portal. Coherent beams
of energy lanced from their maws, hitting the rift dead on.
The combination attacks changed the portal, subtly. The door
was now open.
The young man nodded. It was a sound spell, from what
he had known. Summoning a familiar through the gates, opening
it the other side, meant a fail-safe tranport spell. It opened
it from the familiar's own plane, but keeping the portal
one-way. Only the familiar could change it both ways, preventing
a potentially hostile power from gaining access to their
dimension. An ingenious seal to ward off would-be conquerors.
The five dragons had already flown through, to prepare
the way. The young martial-artist looked around, one last
time. This will be the last time he would see Nerima's blue
skies. Seeing him walk towards the portal caused a chain
reaction on the people in the field. Immediately, he became
besieged by numerous pleas.
"Ranchan, please don't leave me!"
"Airen, come back with Shampoo and live too too happily
in Amazon village, yes?"
"Don't leave, Saotome-sama! We could make beautiful
music together!"
"You baka! You can't just go your merry way, there's
still...a few obligations that needs to be fulfilled!"
The males, on the hand, kept their Silence. If their
mortal enemy, the bane of their existence left this world
voluntarily, then they'd step back and allow him to do so.
The martial artist only looked at the assembled people
and smiled sadly. He looked at the woman who had been his
mother, the only mother he had ever known. Leaving her was
harder than he ever thought possible.
"I'm very sorry, everyone. But I must go. Please
understand."
The stately woman in the Kimono stepped forward, tears
flowing down her cheeks. Her hands gripped the cloth covered
bundle tightly, struggling to contain her grief.
"But...But I don't..." She rushed at him, but a
transparent barrier blocked her advance. Try as she might,
her efforts were all in vain. She could not push through.
He shed a single tear for her, trying not to break down
himself. The very sight of his mother weeping nearly made him
lose his resolve. But he would stand firm. He had an duty to
fulfill.
"Mother...I must go back." He graced her with one more
smile. "The Blue Star needs me."
The lady in question dried out her tears. Her son truly
was manly, to sacrifice all for the sake of Honor and Duty.
She might never see him again, but she would leave him with
a memento for him to remember his mother by.
She stood up, proud and strong, the very picture of
a noblewoman. She smiled through her tears, and raised the
cloth covered bundle in two hands.
"Then, my son, take this. The Honor blade of our family.
Carry this at your side, and bring great pride to our Clan."
He was struck by the sincerity in her words, and the
love that shone in her eyes. The least he could do was Honor
her final request. With a gesture, the bundle flew out of her
hands and into his waiting arms. He looked at her straight in
the eye, to give a promise.
"Thank you, Mother, I hope I will make you proud."
Slowly, he levitated backwards, towards the portal. The
light grew blinding, and flashed outwards in an impressive
display, obscuring everything in sight. When they regained
their eyesight, He was gone. But left something behind.
Something that would remind them of his existence, long after
he left.
A pair of soft, supple, leather bracers.
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He emerged from the portal shaken from the ordeal. He
wondered if leaving old friends and acquaintances hurt as much
as he did now. If that was the case, then goodbyes were
definitely at the bottom of his list.
Wide, stony walls stretched in front of him. The rocky
facade spread all around, framing a huge cavernous room. He
looked around. Columns of incredible lengths surrounded him,
around a hexagonal, emerald crystal spinning below him. Most
curious.
The dragons perched respectfully from a distance, silent.
They watched for a few seconds, waiting for him to re-orient
himself in the environment. Finally, after they were sure of
his situation, The white Dragon flew forwards. He flew towards
an opening in the room, leading to the outside world.
It was time. Nall, the White Dragon of Althena, addressed
the pig-tailed boy. He greeted him respectfully, as was his
duty and right.
"Welcome back home, to the Blue star. Welcome, Ranma.
The last Prince of the Blue Star."
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Notes :
Yep, this is a Ranma/Lunar Xover, written by yours truly.
This sort of came out after playing the games, Lunar 1 the
Silver Star Story, and Lunar 2 Eternal Blue, for far too long.
I sort of got this idea in my head, and now I can't let go of
it until I wrote it. I don't know if I'll continue this, but
if the C&C I receive is favorable, then why not?
Send all C&C to carlopim@yahoo.com. Flames will be used
to fuel the Steam locomotive I keep in my backyard.