Hi there! This idea was rattling around in my
head and I just had to get it out.
*************************************
"The Darkness Within-Prologue"
Ranma 1/2 X-over
By: Slacker(r_heins@yahoo.com)
*************************************
Mount Phoenix, You can figure out the time.
"Akane!" Ranma screamed. I have to
finish this! She won't last much longer!
Ranma reached deep inside himself,
deeper than he had ever managed before. He
reached down until he found the power he
needed. Power different than chi, power he
had never felt before, power he had never
needed before. But Akane's life was in the
balance, and he would do anything necessary
to save her. He touched the power. And used
it.
"Hiryu Shoten Ha Revised! Flying Dragon
Ice Breakthrough!"
Saffron felt the power Ranma raised, just
before it froze him and shattered him to
pieces. Two others felt it, as well. One was
a large black man who was about to enter a
nightclub in downtown Chicago. He looked up
and scanned the night.
"Hey. You've stopped. Is there a problem?"
His partner asked over the com-set.
"No. I just had a weird feeling. I think
something bad just happened. I can feel
something. It almost feels like what I got from
Frost. I've got a hunt to organize after we're
done here." He replied. "We'll talk more later.
I need to concentrate on the job now."
That said, he pulled out a custom-modified
assault rifle, shot the doorman (who crumbled
into ash), and kicked the door of the nightclub
in.
"Hey, bloodsuckers! Guess who's here!" He
yelled as he opened fire.
The other person to feel the power was
in the Carpathians. He was a tall, pale man
with long brown hair. He was dressed in a
black hat with a red gem on the hatband, a deep
blue cloak which had black trim with red
triangles on it, black gloves and boots, and a
large, thin, curving blade strapped across his
back.
He looked up, and said, "Blast! He has
awoken! I had hoped that it would not go that
far! Now I have to deal with it." He then
proceeded to his destination, a large
foreboding castle.
***************
Nerima, Tendo Dojo, Post-Incident
Ranma woke up gasping. Ever since
Saffron, he had been having dreams.
Nightmares, really. Visions of fangs, and
glowing red eyes. A dark presence that seemed
to beckon. He hadn't been able to get a
decent amount of sleep in weeks. It was the
reason his BAKA father and Mr. Tendo had
managed to get the drop on him and shove him
into a tuxedo for that "wedding." Ha! More
like a battleground. The only good part
about the whole thing was that he had managed
to get some rest when he was out cold.
Ranma slowly got up and went to the
window. It was just barely dawn. He looked
out the window at the horizon. The sun seemed
to hit his eyes like a brick. Aargh! That's
BRIGHT! Kami-sama, what's with my eyes
lately? They've been really friggin'
sensitive!
Ranma stood up, and moved to the
bathroom. When he got there, he went over to
brush his teeth to get rid of the "three-
days-dead" taste in his mouth. He picked up
his toothbrush, put toothpaste on it, looked
in the mirror, and his toothbrush hit the
floor. He stared at his reflection. Fangs?
Indeed, they were. Both his upper and lower
canines were noticeably longer and thinner.
Oh, Kami-sami! I look like a Hibiki! This
has to be a bad dream.
Ranma closed his eyes and rubbed them hard.
When he opened them, the fangs were still there.
He pinched himself. Nope, not a dream.
Come on, come on, come on! Go away! COME
ON! As Ranma concentrated, the fangs slowly
shrank back down to his normal canines. Oh,
thank the kamis!
Just as Ranma was beginning to relax and
was leaning over to pick up his toothbrush,
the door to the bathroom opened. He sniffed.
Nabiki.
She stumbled across the room, heading
for the furo, stripping off her pajamas as
she went. Ranma froze. I'mgonnadie.
Nabiki opened the door to the furo, turned
on the light, and closed the door.
Ranma just stayed where he was for a few
seconds. When he determined that Nabiki wasn't
going to kill him, he tried to figure out what
had just happened.
Ok, I'm about to brush my teeth, Nabiki
comes in, strips, and walks right past me. This
is really freaky. I'm getting out of here. NOW!
Ranma went to the door and silently opened
it. He winced at the light in the hallway. As he
went through, he started to shut off the light
out of habit. He stopped. The lights were
already off. He flipped the switch just to make
sure. Yep, they were on now. He flipped the
switch back to the off position and shut the
door. He was walking down the hallway when he
realized something.
Wait. If the light was off, how could I
see?
***************
Furinkan High, the soccer field.
"...OOOOOOMMMMMMMBBBBBOOOOOYYYYY!!!"
*CRASH!!!!*
Enter Ranma, via the standard method.
"Oh, man. Why'd she have to hit me so hard?
I just complimented Kasumi on how good the food
was." Ranma muttered as he rubbed his head. (Of
course, then he added that someone else's was
toxic waste.)
"Hello." A deep voice said from behind
Ranma.
Ranma whirled around. He looked at the man.
He was a tall, pale man with long brown hair. He
was dressed in a black hat with a red gem on the
hatband, a deep blue cloak which had black trim
with red triangles on it, black gloves and
boots, and a large, thin, curving blade strapped
across his back.
The sword made Ranma pause. The man was at
least six feet tall. The sword hilt started
several inches above his head on his left side
and the scabbard was visible poking out by his
calf on the right. That made the sword at least
six feet long, maybe longer. You needed a lot of
skill to use a weapon like that.
Ranma jumped to an obvious conclusion, at
least for his life. He sank into his usual 'non-
stance' ready stance.
"So, you here to kill me?"
The man sighed. His voice was very tired as
he spoke.
"You know, I had truly hoped I would not
have to do this."
"Whadda mean?" Ranma asked, confused.
In response, the man simply drew his sword.
Ranma smirked. Thought so. This ought to be
quick. "Well, before we fight, you should know
something. I'm Ranma Saotome, of the Saotome
school of Anything Goes Martial Arts. I'm the
best fighter of my generation. You ain't got a
chance of beating me."
The man said nothing as he sank into a ready
stance. Ranma analyzed his movements as they
began to circle.
Hmmm. Don't recognize the style. Emphasis
upon the sword. No surprise, there. Looks like a
bit of kendo, some European fencing, and a few
others. This might be fun. I wonder...
Ranma's thoughts were interrupted when the
man rushed at him. Ranma quickly dodged or
blocked all of the strikes. The man ended his
rush facing away from Ranma.
"That the best you got?" Ranma asked
arrogantly.
The man turned to face Ranma. His voice was
calm when he spoke.
"Three things. First, I am called D. Second,
while you are possible the best fighter of your
generation, I am not of your generation. And
third...." D stopped speaking.
"What? What's number three?" Ranma demanded.
D just smiled and pointed at Ranma's
clothes.
"Huh?" Suddenly Ranma became aware of a
multitude of sharp pains all over his body. He
looked down and saw that his clothing had small
cuts all over it. Then D spoke again.
"Three. I know pressure points."
Ranma looked up just in time to lose feeling
from his neck down. He collapsed on his back.
As he was lying on the ground trying to get his
non-responsive muscles to move, he heard
footsteps coming closer. A shadow fell over his
face. He looked up at D. D had a look of great
sadness on his face as he raised his sword and
spoke.
"I am truly sorry about this."
Then the sword flashed, and Ranma felt a
great pain, and then...he felt nothing.
To be continued...
*****************************
Author's Big-Mouth Piece:
Yes, I know that's another evil cliffhanger.
Yes, I know some of you hate them. *shrugs*
Sorry.
I've had this thing sitting half-finished on
my hard drive for the last six months.
Then Andrew Wilson started to talk about a
Ranma/Nightbane crossover. Then he wrote it. And
that provided the motivation for me to finish
this baby.
So blame Andrew for this. (Joking, joking!)
Thanks man!
I hope to have some more of this out fairly
soon. Other things I'm working on will dictate
how soon, though. So, no promises.
Ja Ne!
Slacker
Visit my homepage:
http://www.angelfire.com/anime/Slacker
head and I just had to get it out.
*************************************
"The Darkness Within-Prologue"
Ranma 1/2 X-over
By: Slacker(r_heins@yahoo.com)
*************************************
Mount Phoenix, You can figure out the time.
"Akane!" Ranma screamed. I have to
finish this! She won't last much longer!
Ranma reached deep inside himself,
deeper than he had ever managed before. He
reached down until he found the power he
needed. Power different than chi, power he
had never felt before, power he had never
needed before. But Akane's life was in the
balance, and he would do anything necessary
to save her. He touched the power. And used
it.
"Hiryu Shoten Ha Revised! Flying Dragon
Ice Breakthrough!"
Saffron felt the power Ranma raised, just
before it froze him and shattered him to
pieces. Two others felt it, as well. One was
a large black man who was about to enter a
nightclub in downtown Chicago. He looked up
and scanned the night.
"Hey. You've stopped. Is there a problem?"
His partner asked over the com-set.
"No. I just had a weird feeling. I think
something bad just happened. I can feel
something. It almost feels like what I got from
Frost. I've got a hunt to organize after we're
done here." He replied. "We'll talk more later.
I need to concentrate on the job now."
That said, he pulled out a custom-modified
assault rifle, shot the doorman (who crumbled
into ash), and kicked the door of the nightclub
in.
"Hey, bloodsuckers! Guess who's here!" He
yelled as he opened fire.
The other person to feel the power was
in the Carpathians. He was a tall, pale man
with long brown hair. He was dressed in a
black hat with a red gem on the hatband, a deep
blue cloak which had black trim with red
triangles on it, black gloves and boots, and a
large, thin, curving blade strapped across his
back.
He looked up, and said, "Blast! He has
awoken! I had hoped that it would not go that
far! Now I have to deal with it." He then
proceeded to his destination, a large
foreboding castle.
***************
Nerima, Tendo Dojo, Post-Incident
Ranma woke up gasping. Ever since
Saffron, he had been having dreams.
Nightmares, really. Visions of fangs, and
glowing red eyes. A dark presence that seemed
to beckon. He hadn't been able to get a
decent amount of sleep in weeks. It was the
reason his BAKA father and Mr. Tendo had
managed to get the drop on him and shove him
into a tuxedo for that "wedding." Ha! More
like a battleground. The only good part
about the whole thing was that he had managed
to get some rest when he was out cold.
Ranma slowly got up and went to the
window. It was just barely dawn. He looked
out the window at the horizon. The sun seemed
to hit his eyes like a brick. Aargh! That's
BRIGHT! Kami-sama, what's with my eyes
lately? They've been really friggin'
sensitive!
Ranma stood up, and moved to the
bathroom. When he got there, he went over to
brush his teeth to get rid of the "three-
days-dead" taste in his mouth. He picked up
his toothbrush, put toothpaste on it, looked
in the mirror, and his toothbrush hit the
floor. He stared at his reflection. Fangs?
Indeed, they were. Both his upper and lower
canines were noticeably longer and thinner.
Oh, Kami-sami! I look like a Hibiki! This
has to be a bad dream.
Ranma closed his eyes and rubbed them hard.
When he opened them, the fangs were still there.
He pinched himself. Nope, not a dream.
Come on, come on, come on! Go away! COME
ON! As Ranma concentrated, the fangs slowly
shrank back down to his normal canines. Oh,
thank the kamis!
Just as Ranma was beginning to relax and
was leaning over to pick up his toothbrush,
the door to the bathroom opened. He sniffed.
Nabiki.
She stumbled across the room, heading
for the furo, stripping off her pajamas as
she went. Ranma froze. I'mgonnadie.
Nabiki opened the door to the furo, turned
on the light, and closed the door.
Ranma just stayed where he was for a few
seconds. When he determined that Nabiki wasn't
going to kill him, he tried to figure out what
had just happened.
Ok, I'm about to brush my teeth, Nabiki
comes in, strips, and walks right past me. This
is really freaky. I'm getting out of here. NOW!
Ranma went to the door and silently opened
it. He winced at the light in the hallway. As he
went through, he started to shut off the light
out of habit. He stopped. The lights were
already off. He flipped the switch just to make
sure. Yep, they were on now. He flipped the
switch back to the off position and shut the
door. He was walking down the hallway when he
realized something.
Wait. If the light was off, how could I
see?
***************
Furinkan High, the soccer field.
"...OOOOOOMMMMMMMBBBBBOOOOOYYYYY!!!"
*CRASH!!!!*
Enter Ranma, via the standard method.
"Oh, man. Why'd she have to hit me so hard?
I just complimented Kasumi on how good the food
was." Ranma muttered as he rubbed his head. (Of
course, then he added that someone else's was
toxic waste.)
"Hello." A deep voice said from behind
Ranma.
Ranma whirled around. He looked at the man.
He was a tall, pale man with long brown hair. He
was dressed in a black hat with a red gem on the
hatband, a deep blue cloak which had black trim
with red triangles on it, black gloves and
boots, and a large, thin, curving blade strapped
across his back.
The sword made Ranma pause. The man was at
least six feet tall. The sword hilt started
several inches above his head on his left side
and the scabbard was visible poking out by his
calf on the right. That made the sword at least
six feet long, maybe longer. You needed a lot of
skill to use a weapon like that.
Ranma jumped to an obvious conclusion, at
least for his life. He sank into his usual 'non-
stance' ready stance.
"So, you here to kill me?"
The man sighed. His voice was very tired as
he spoke.
"You know, I had truly hoped I would not
have to do this."
"Whadda mean?" Ranma asked, confused.
In response, the man simply drew his sword.
Ranma smirked. Thought so. This ought to be
quick. "Well, before we fight, you should know
something. I'm Ranma Saotome, of the Saotome
school of Anything Goes Martial Arts. I'm the
best fighter of my generation. You ain't got a
chance of beating me."
The man said nothing as he sank into a ready
stance. Ranma analyzed his movements as they
began to circle.
Hmmm. Don't recognize the style. Emphasis
upon the sword. No surprise, there. Looks like a
bit of kendo, some European fencing, and a few
others. This might be fun. I wonder...
Ranma's thoughts were interrupted when the
man rushed at him. Ranma quickly dodged or
blocked all of the strikes. The man ended his
rush facing away from Ranma.
"That the best you got?" Ranma asked
arrogantly.
The man turned to face Ranma. His voice was
calm when he spoke.
"Three things. First, I am called D. Second,
while you are possible the best fighter of your
generation, I am not of your generation. And
third...." D stopped speaking.
"What? What's number three?" Ranma demanded.
D just smiled and pointed at Ranma's
clothes.
"Huh?" Suddenly Ranma became aware of a
multitude of sharp pains all over his body. He
looked down and saw that his clothing had small
cuts all over it. Then D spoke again.
"Three. I know pressure points."
Ranma looked up just in time to lose feeling
from his neck down. He collapsed on his back.
As he was lying on the ground trying to get his
non-responsive muscles to move, he heard
footsteps coming closer. A shadow fell over his
face. He looked up at D. D had a look of great
sadness on his face as he raised his sword and
spoke.
"I am truly sorry about this."
Then the sword flashed, and Ranma felt a
great pain, and then...he felt nothing.
To be continued...
*****************************
Author's Big-Mouth Piece:
Yes, I know that's another evil cliffhanger.
Yes, I know some of you hate them. *shrugs*
Sorry.
I've had this thing sitting half-finished on
my hard drive for the last six months.
Then Andrew Wilson started to talk about a
Ranma/Nightbane crossover. Then he wrote it. And
that provided the motivation for me to finish
this baby.
So blame Andrew for this. (Joking, joking!)
Thanks man!
I hope to have some more of this out fairly
soon. Other things I'm working on will dictate
how soon, though. So, no promises.
Ja Ne!
Slacker
Visit my homepage:
http://www.angelfire.com/anime/Slacker