A random collection of stories ideas in the Ranma-verse. Some of them may end up being crossovers. Some of them are just scenes that come to me and some of them are ideas for fully fleshed out stories. If they generate interest, maybe some of them will have life breathed back into them and will get some more details or a story all their own. That will all be up to the readers and the reviews. In the meantime, enjoy the random ideas that come to me in regards to Ranma and company.
Light and shadow shifted, blending together in the fading evening. The stray lights that filtered through into the alley in Nerima seemed to twist and contort, slowly swirling into a sphere roughly two meters across. Dust and little scattered into a silent breeze, darting away from the strange phenomenon as if in fear of the unknown.
In a sudden whoosh of air the sphere solidified into inky darkness, tendrils of black lightning arching over the smooth surface. Several seconds passed by before the sphere seemed to melt, slowly revealing a humanoid figure. Heavy panting filled the air as the figure took labored breaths, kneeling on the pavement scoured clean of debris. With agonizing slowness, he rose to his feet.
Standing roughly six feet in height, he had long black hair pulled back into a ponytail that cascaded down his back to his waist, tied back by a collection of silver bands. Eyes of sky blue gazed around the alleyway. A pair of large black feathered wings jutted from his back, curved partway around him as if shielding him from the evening shadows. The man was dressed in black cloth with silver embroidery, the material smooth like silk but seemed a little thicker.
Taking one last look around the alleyway, the man shook his head in amusement, then reached forward and seemed to pull something from midair. A long black and silver staff suddenly appeared in his hands, topped by a glowing blue stone that floated above the end of the staff, a trio of red crystals orbiting a scant centimeter away from the stone in a series of circles.
Spreading his wings out to their fullest, their tips almost reaching the walls of the alley, the man stretched his arms overhead, slowly working the kinks out of his tired muscles. Pulling his wings back in, he tucked them tightly against his back, though it would be impossible to completely hide them from sight, as they were far too bulky to hide under a shirt and with them being feathers, there was no way to pass them off as a cloak.
Shaking his head ruefully, the man reached out mentally to the staff in his hand, 'Sakura , see if you can patch into the local information networks. Check all electronic and ether based bandwidths. Let's see if the spell got us when we were meant to be.' A soft crystalline chime was the only response from the staff before a vista of information appeared before his eyes.
The information displayed put him in Japan, in a small rural district known as Nerima, roughly three hundred years in his past. A ghost of a smile darted across his lips as the thought about when he probably was. Opening his senses to the world around him, he sent invisible tendrils of magic searching through the district, questing for the bright spots of those with powerful auras. While a few of the auras nearby were above those of the average person, they were only marginally so. However, there was a concentration of strong auras that drew his attention and caused the smile to blossom full bloom.
It looks like everyone is already gathered for a party. It has been awhile since he'd crashed something with that many people involved. Let's see what kind of trouble we can cause.
A quick wave of his hands and a ring of fire burst around him on the ground, slowly rising into the air parallel to the ground. As the fire passed along his body, he faded from sight until only the ring of flames remained. Even that disappeared in a stray breeze, leaving the alleyway empty.
Author's Note:
I'll be the first one to admit that this story was inspired by the wonderful work, Mirrors Multiplied, Original Flavor by Skysaber, which you can find on my favorites towards the end (as it's the oldest to be updated). Every time I reread that series I think of what I could do with or what Ranma could do with some of those same situations or maybe some slightly different situations.