Disclaimer: I do not own Ranma1/2, it is the property of Rumiko Takahashi and publishers. The original character in this story is my property and any resemblance to any person real, imaginary, living or dead is purely coincidental. I have also not read all of the manga either so it won't be after the end of the series, yet. I'll try and update anything that I think needs it as I progress in the series.
Prelude
A lone figure moved silently through, empty, dimly lit streets. A thunderbolt cracks the eerie silence, promising the worst storm the area's seen in years. The figure walks on looking at the town, examining every home, every store, everything, with excruciating detail. Passing a closed café, the Nekohaten, a light above the café was still on, there was a young woman with purple hair staring longingly off into the distance. The figure continued on stepping into a pot-hole and twisting that foot with a resounding crack.
Dropping to one knee, hands began examining the leg, what had earlier been a simple hairline fracture had turned into a rather nasty break. Reaching over the figure ripped a fence pole out of the ground, then continued on, using the commandeered fence pole as a crutch. After a while though, the crutch, and it's user, gave out.
Falling against a streetlight, the figure struggled to keep from falling. The sustained exposure to light revealed many other cuts and bruises on the man's face. He looked down at the fencepost-cum-crutch for a moment before returning it to his grasp and summoning the last of his strength he staggered to a wall less then four feet away. He fell again, sprawling across the pavement. Reaching into the folds of his treachcoat he produced a small, egg shaped bottle. He looked at it for a while, trying to convince himself that the little bottle was his last chance. Before he could lose face, he quickly pulled the stopper lifted the bottle to the heavens he smiled, "Today's a good day to die." He said quietly before upending the bottle's contents into his stomach. He then produced a small blade from his coat.
Drawing the hiltless blade he stared over the colored engravings, on one side a bright orange tiger charged down the blade extended in a quick pounce. On the other side a blue dragon rose from the pommel as if trying to race the tiger on the other side. Holding the flat of the blade to his head he whispered a silent prayer. He then sheathed the blade and returned it to his coat. He let out a deep sigh that finally lulled him to unconsciousness as the sky opened up drenching everything. Unnoticed around the corner was a sign that read in kanji, Tendo school of Indiscriminate Grappling.
Chapter 1: New Kid on the Block
"RANNMMMAAA!" was the scream that broke through the monotony of a certain pig-tailed martial artist, sparing with his father. He spun to the source of the scream and took off running, ignoring his father's complaints. He barely ever heard that tone from his fiancée unless something bad happened, like her getting kidnapped, again.
Jumping over the wall he saw his fiancée in her usual jogging clothes looking very stricken, over a small black heap slumped over against the wall. "Akane, what's wrong?" he asked, not really knowing what's going on. She shakingly pointed to the wet black mass which seemed to be rising and falling rhythmically as well as occasionally shuddering. Ranma stepped in to get a closer look, only to find that there were large red spots amongst the water logged coat.
He pulled the top off to find a small boy, no more than ten, lying unconscious in a pool of his own watered-down blood. Ranma soundlessly gulped before turning back to Akane, who had gone pale. "Akane," he said trying to break her out of her trance, "Akane," he tried again waving his hand in front of her face. Quickly running out of patience he grabbed Akane roughly on the arms, causing her to look over at him, "Akane," he said again calmly, "call Dr. Tofu, I'll check the boy and see if I can bring him into the house." He let her go, but she didn't move off until Ranma finally losing his patience with her, nearly yelled "Move now!" It got her moving back toward the house at breakneck speed. Ranma turned back to the boy and slowly began checking his wounds.
Ten minutes later Dr. Tofu arrived at the back wall of the Tendo estate where Ranma sat watching the boy. "How bad is he?" Tofu asked in a professional manner.
"It's bad," Ranma responded passively, "he's got a lot of pretty deep cuts, at least three broken ribs, a cracked skull, a badly broken leg, and a mess of smaller cuts and bruises." If it wasn't for his 'Soul of Ice' training he would be very, very angry, "It looks like he was on the wrong side of a very violent parent," he wondered aloud, part of him wanted to run off and find the bastard that would beat their kid that badly, and show him what it is like to be beaten within an inch of his life. He deepened the Soul of Ice, pushing the desire for vengeance out of his mind, he was deep enough that he didn't care that Tofu's expression changed to one of controlled fury as he was probably thinking the same as Ranma.
Shaking his head Tofu opened his travel case and looked inside with a frown. Pushing it aside he started slowly rubbing his hands together, a slight pink glow began emanating from his hands. Ranma stared in wonder, forgetting his anger and the Soul of Ice as he watched the glow become brighter and more vivid. He watched as Dr. Ono began walk his hands gently over the boy's abdomen, where the broken ribs were as he felt the chi pass from one body to another, the doctor then moved to the boy's head and again there was the ripple of air as the chi was exchanged between the two.
Tofu then worked on the major injuries, the internal bleeding, and a inflamed appendix that Ranma couldn't see. The doctor gestured for Ranma to hold the boy down, a slight amount of perspiration covering his face. He then grabbed the boys broken leg and pulled hard, setting the two halves of the bone. He then started the glowing hand thing again and placed them over the injured leg.
Suddenly he stopped, breathing heavily for a moment before turning to Ranma, "I've done all I can, and more than I should, take him inside. Then come back for me." He said before falling unconscious right there.
Ranma gingerly picked up the boy and turned toward home, noting Kasumi and Akane standing there looking both surprised and worried. "Well, whatcha waiten' there fer tomboy," Ranma said, trying to sound serious, "bring the Doc in." Akane didn't say anything she grabbed Tofu by the waist and lifted him into a fireman's carry, and fell into step behind Ranma. Laying both doctor and patient on spare futons in the dojo they all sit around the table quietly waiting for someone to explain the situation.