Breaking Point
A Ranma 1/2 Sailor Moon Crossover.
By Tuxedo_Knight
Ranma 1/2 is (C) Rumiko Takahashi. Sailor Moon is (C) Naoko Takeuchi. This story is intended only to entertain. No infringement is intended, and this is only my interpretation of the characters. I make no claim that I understand them completely, and do not intend to offend anyone.
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Prologue: Irresistible force vs Immovable object
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Ranma stood in the darkened kitchen of the Tendo home looking around sadly. He sighed deeply.
"I'm going to miss this."
The knife glinted in the moonlight, and with a quick cut, Ranma's braided pigtail dangled from his left hand. He tossed it carelessly next to his note on the kitchen table. Ranma quickly cleaned the knife and put it away. Grabbing his pack, he took one last look at the pigtail and note lying on the table. Unnoticed, a tear slid down his cheek as he slipped out the door and locked it behind him.
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When the sun rose on Ranma that morning, she was standing at the base of Tokyo Tower. Looking up, she noticed the sunlight refracted off the windows into a beautiful multicolored light show. Ranma just sighed. The day was far too nice to fit in with her current mood. Ranma absently gave the natural wonder the finger as she walked off to find a clothing store.
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Ranma looked at her reflection in the mirror and decided that it was good enough. The pants allowed her legs to move freely, a set of light Capri s similar to what Shampoo would wear, but in a dark bluish-grey, the T-shirt was a lighter blue, with some English phrase that Ranma couldn't read, but hoped wasn't too offensive. It matched well enough in her own opinion, and was probably the least girly thing she'd be able to find in this particular store. It fit her rather snugly however, and would probably rip to pieces if she got switched to her male form while wearing it. Ranma wasn't too worried about that happening, as experience had taught her that she was much more likely to be splashed by cold liquids then hot. She'd rather be caught male and naked then have to run around in the bra and panties she had to wear under this getup anyway.
Ranma paid for her purchases, and went into a nearby bath house to change. Twenty minutes later, she was freshly scrubbed and dressed in her new clothes. Walking out, Ranma tossed the shopping bag into the nearby trashcan.
"No turning back now" Ranma muttered as she walked away. The shopping bag contained the last of Ranma's old clothes. She had left last night with only the clothes on her back and a few supplies, seeking to make as clean a break as possible. Ranma ran her fingers through her hair. "I should probably do something about that as well." Ranma sighed and went looking for a hairstylist.
Fifty minutes later, Ranma was frustrated but satisfied. It had taken her quite a bit of time to convince the lady to give her a unisex cut, but Ranma had won in the end.
Ranma grumbled to herself, and pulled out her wallet. "Time to buy some guy clothes." Shopping for her guy form was much simpler, so she had saved it for last. Checking her wallet, Ranma realized she was nearly broke, her morning purchases having cost her more then she expected. She didn't even have enough left to buy a decent pair of pants.
Ranma said something very un-ladylike.
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End Prologue
A/N: None Yet.