Fan Fiction Title: Yosho's Legacy. (Tentative Title)

A Ranma½ - Tenchi Muyo! cross-over.

by juandelacruz

Revision 1.5

02 May 2005

Disclaimer: Ranma½ and Tenchi Muyo! are owned by their respective copyright owners. No profit is being made from this work of fan fiction.

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Prologue: Yosho and Happosai Don't Mix

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Time: 1800 A.D. Or, more precisely, two hundred years in the past. Or when Happosai was a spritely hundred year old pervert. Or... well, you get the idea.

Place: At a small village near present day Okayama.

"What a haul! what a haul!"

The cry, which would become infamous in all of Japan, rang out in the early, but not too early, morning. This was soon followed by the outraged shouts of women who had been groped and then relieved of certain artifacts of clothing.

The commotion had the effect of drawing a certain shrine priest's attention away from inspecting some merchandise being hawked by a merchant. The priest sighed and shook his head.

"The old goat's at it again, I see." The merchant commented with some resignation in his voice.

"Yes." The shrine caretaker rubbed his temples. He felt a headache coming on.

"Why don't you punish him more so he learns his lesson? You're the only one who has been able to stop him regularly." The seller added with some anger. His wife and daughters had been victimized several times already.

The seemingly-old priest tiredly sighed again. The villagers had been pestering him for months now to do something about the nuisance. It wouldn't do to alienate his neighbors further by not doing anything. Reluctantly he nodded and stepped out into the middle of the main street of the little village.

The priest stood patiently, waiting for the little old man to pass by. When he saw Happosai turn the corner around one of the houses he flicked his right wrist and threw the fan he was hiding within his robes.

It hit the lecher square in the noggin causing the smaller man to drop his sack and crash into the ground face first.

"Who dares..." Happosai sputtered angrily before seeing who had challenged him. "Urk!" He paled. Anyone else and he would have no problem but the priest had consistently thumped him in the past. It was the reason he stuck around. He had to learn how the seemingly harmless priest beat him handily every time they had tussled.

"This ends now, Happosai!" Yosho, or as he was known, Katsuhito Masaki declared as the two faced off in the middle of the road, surrounded by the villagers. "Your lecherous ways has brought nothing but grief to this peaceful village."

Happosai tried to stall. "Now, now, Masaki-san. Is that any way for a priest to talk to an old man?" He asked as he began to edge away. He knew when he couldn't win a fight. It was one of the reasons he would live a very long life.

"Oh, no, you don't!" Katsuhito moved swiftly to cut off the escape. "This time I'm going to make sure you learn your lesson."

Happosai put up a good fight but Katsuhito had four-hundred plus years of experience on him. In the end the founder of the Anything-Goes School of Martial Arts was hauled off to jail and possible beheading.

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"That priest has messed with me for the last time!" The bruised and battered form of Happosai vowed as he prepared his revenge in his camp. He had escaped from jail not one hour earlier.

He brooded for a time on what suitable revenge he could inflict on the priest. In the end he decided on a drug he had stolen the recipe for from that Chinese Amazon Village several decades before. If the scroll was correct the drug was the perfect revenge.

When it was finished he raised the bag of powder in triumph and began to laugh maniacally.

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A week later, a completely healed and rejuvenated Happosai was again going about his business. This time, however, it was a ruse. He knew Katsuhito would be shopping today at that shop that sold paper and ink. He wanted to draw the priest out.

"What a haul! What a haul!"

A shopping Katsuhito groaned loudly and hanged his head. He had learned of the pest's escape one day after it happened and knew this day would come. He had really hoped the pervert had learned something from the beating he had inflicted just over a week before but obviously had not.

"I told you you should have killed him. Or at least crippled him." The merchant from last week idly said in conversation.

"Happosai does not deserve to die or be crippled. He is merely a nuisance."

The seller snorted. "I'd like to hear you say that after one of your women friends get molested."

"Perhaps." Katsuhito sighed and stepped out to stop Happosai again.

"Ah! Masaki-san! So good to see you!" Happosai gleefully greeted from the store's roof before flinging the bag of powder right in Katsuhito's face.

"Wha...!" was all the priest could utter before the bag exploded in his face. Katsuhito began coughing as he inhaled some of the powder. He braced himself for the assault that never came. He rubbed his eyes clear of the powder and looked at where the diminutive man stood.

"What did you do, Happosai?" Katsuhito demanded as he began to feel a little light-headed. He didn't think he would like the answer. "Did you poison me?"

"Poison you?" Happosai responded as if insulted. "Now why would I do something like that? I may be a pervert but I'm definitely not a killer."

"Then what did you do?" Katsuhito demanded. His eyes widened as he felt certain... urges. "No. You wouldn't!"

"Wouldn't I?" Happosai gleefully cackled. He was beside himself with glee as he noticed the priest's growing discomfort. "I think this way will be much more fun! Well, I'll be seeing you!" He bounded to the nearest rooftop.

"No! Stop! Give me the anti-dote!" Katsuhito would have pursued except a certain body part was making movement awkward.

"Anti-dote? There's no anti-dote. After all, it's a drug to ensure a happy marriage!"

The priest gasped. "No... no anti-dote?" He barely got that out in a squeek as he struggled to keep himself under control.

"Well, the drug does wear off in a few years, if that'll make you feel any better."

"Years?" It was now a whimper.

"Yep. And don't even try self-help. It doesn't work that way." Happosai smirked at the almost doubled up figure of Katsuhito. "Well, tata, then. It's been fun but I have to go. Other ladies to grope and molest, you see." With that the small man bounded off.

"Wait!" Katsuhito reached out but bent over quickly as his robes scraped roughly against a very sensitive part. He fell over into a fetal position.

"Help me." He begged the villagers. Some moved to help but backed away at the manic look in his eyes. "Please..." He forced himself onto all four and several men finally worked up the courage to help him to his feet. "...shrine..."

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Katsuhito was a great man. He resisted the urges a full month before succumbing. It was then he decided he needed to find an anti-dote before he ruined more women. He left the shrine and the young woman in the care of the village and promised to return once he had cured himself.

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Years later, Katsuhito returned, the effects of the drug finally worn off, finding the shrine worse for wear and the woman gone. He learned bandits had raided the village a couple of years after he left.

He attempted to find the women he had seduced to no avail. He discovered to his horror that the drug not only increased his libido but his virility as well. The women had all been cast out of their clans and wandered off.

Katsuhito had no doubts the women survived along with their child. They were all strong women, after all, which was what attracted him to them in the first place. He prayed every day they would come by the shrine some day so he would be able to take care of them properly. He had told them of his shrine before moving on in hopes of finding a cure.

For whatever reason he could not understand, none came.

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Author's notes:

Well, I thought I'd post this just to say I'm still alive, unfortunately for some people. I actually wrote this around the same time as chapter one for "A Wolf In Sheep's Clothing."

This is just an idea that suddenly popped into my head while I was reading the posts about "Juraians, Geniuses, and Nerimans" (I haven't really read it so no idea what's in it) in the thread "Amusing scenes and quotes from fanfiction continued..." at the AniFics forums and remembered a post in the "Ami PC" thread in Anime Addventures where Genma was the father of Ranma, Akane, Shampoo and Kodachi. Most or all of the Ranma-TM cross-overs I've read only had one of the NWC as Juraian. Heck, why settle for one? I wondered what would it be like if Katsuhito/Yosho was the ancestor of some/most/all of the Ranma teen-agers instead of just one. Besides increased damage levels, of course.

Also some of the ideas I got from reading various fan fictions like some of Metroanime's "The Bet" entries.

Where does it go from here? I don't really know. It's just something that I had to write down before forgetting. One idea is having the NWC and TM cast caught in a galatic power struggle between the various noble houses of Jurai. A group of previously unknown Juraian nobles with a direct line to the Juraian Throne on a backwater planet with no present loyalty to any house. And with no records saying who among the women gave birth first, the line of succession is sufficiently muddled. BTW, this takes place in the Tenchi Muyo! OVA universe.

Thanks to the people at the AniFics forum, especially to Ki Nexus for giving me the idea on a power struggle for the Throne of Jurai, and at the Anime Addventure. Cool people as long as you're not an idiot.

As always, feedback is appreciated.

And if you readers have been paying attention, I've given the reasons why I haven't updated my other fics, specifically "A Mother's Tale" and "A Wolf In Sheep's Clothing". I haven't forgotten them and actually have written around 75 of the next chapter so be patient. And please stop threatening me with letter bombs. It won't work. I live in the Philippines. We eat bombings here for breakfast.

Oh, one last thing. If anyone's interested, I'm looking for pre/beta-readers for my fanfics. Just send me an e-mail with the subject pre-reader and stating what fic you want to pre-read. I'll probably get 4 or 5 per fic.