Ranma 1/2: A Ward of a Goddess

Disclaimer: The following is a fan written parody. Ranma ½ belongs to Rumiko Takahashi, Viz Media, Studio Deen, Shogakukan and Madman Entertainment. Oh My Goddess! belongs to Kōsuke Fujishima, Kodansha, Dark Horse Comics and Madman Entertainment. Other IP used have their respective owners as well, I do not own characters nor events and they are used without permission. Support the official release, and don't sue me.

[Author Note:

The following is an Alternate Universe Ranma ½ fan fic. It crosses a bit with Oh My Goddess!. Characters, time line and events are changed for the purpose of the story created. Dramatis Personae will act out of character when plot calls for them to do so. Both original characters and original stories will be included.]

Prologue

Between the time

when the sands buried the last E.T cartridge,

and the rise of the Itunes,

there was an age undreamed of.

And onto this, Ranma,

cursed to change into girl with every

splash of cold water upon his troubled head.

It is I, his chronicler,

who alone can tell thee of his saga.

Let me tell you of the days of martial arts adventure !

For every story there is a moment, or perhaps a place where it begins. Sometimes it's a space station drifting through the void, abandoned for a long time. Other times it's a submarine, carrying orders that can change the course of war. There are also stories that begin with a wosh-wosh sound, one that brings hope to the oppressed, and fear to the oppressors. All to often it's a dark and stormy night that heralds the beginning.

This story however begins on an warm afternoon in Itabashi, a special ward of Tokyo Metropolis, inside a moderate Japanese house. It's a small one family home, with a little garden behind it. There was something wrong with this building. A house like that should have many occupants, yet it was almost all but empty. There was no commotion inside, no sounds of family getting ready for dinner, the place was almost all but quiet. It didn't feel like a house, more like a shrine, or a temple and it was currently dedicated to sorrow.

There was only a single person inside, a brown haired, attractive woman in her mid twenties. The only sound that pierced the silence was her sob. She cried as only a mother could, she cried for her son, for foolishness of her husband, and finally she cried because she was afraid. It was a kind of fear that is known only to parents, the gut-wrenching horror of being unable to protect ones child anymore.

Afternoon slowly turned into evening, when she cried the last tear, as her eyes ran dry. When one has no sorrow to turn to, he has to give in to other emotions. Since there was little hope in her situation she turned to the next best thing. Slowly anger rose in her.

"Damn you !" She shouted in frustration "Damn you for everything !"

She thought about everything that happened. Her beloved son, and her stupid husband. He was really set on making a great martial artist out of little boy and she allowed him for that. Her husband took him on those training trips, sometimes for two weeks, sometimes for a month. Yet nothing gave her any premonition about the tragedy that the last one was. The idiot that she married tried to train her son in something called Neko-ken and whatever happened left her six years old son scarred for life. Her little boy, he used to rather like cats, but now even mentioning them around send the boy into an attack of fear. Not only that, but it got really ugly if her son were to really meet with the source of his fear. She still shivered with fear on what happened that day. She wanted to comfort her boy, to end this training foolishness, yet somehow her husband managed to charm her, worm his way around. The mother didn't want to loose her child, but the wife was weak and he left on another training trip with their son.

Her gaze was drawn to the table. Among many pieces of junk was one very important thing. A piece of paper. It had her signature, as well as one of her husband. It was a contract, a seppuku pledge. An idea born out of desperation, a way to control the man she married.

"Look, this is his only shield" heard the room as she grabbed the contract "He took him Kami-sama only knows where, or for how long, and only thing I could think of is this!"

She tossed the seppuku contract back on table. It was actually completely worthless and she knew it, for no court in Japan would make anyone hold to vague terms written in it. Luckily her husband was born with incurable, and hopefully non heritable flaw. He was an idiot and he really believed that the could be forced into ceremonial suicide.

The brown haired Japanese woman sat back on the couch. What she required at the moment was someones support. Crying alone like that was certainly not healthy. One thing would make her feel a little better, some shoulder to cry into, someone to share the pain with. Sadly her best friend, Kimiko Tendo was again at the hospital, as doctors were trying to establish why she was so exhausted. Her decision was to go call someone, so she went to the phone and while trying to think of anyone suitable she mindlessly began to dial a number.

„Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, My Dear" She heard a some kind of jingle in phone as someone picked her call „Earth assistance hotline here. We've been absolutely dying for your call, we're sending someone to take care of you on-site." She heard a click.

"Hello?" She tried to talk to the phone "Who's there ? This is some kind of blue line ?"

The house suddenly begun shaking a little bit. A small earthquake like that was a commonplace in Japan. She hang up, and went to the living room to check for damage. There was none, except that one of the cupboards was lying on the floor. A camera that dropped from the shelf suddenly produced a beam of light. It hit the ceiling, forming some kind of strange partly transparent circle. To her surprise she saw that someone went through the circle, first legs, then body. The beam disappeared and in it's place a young, stunningly beautiful young woman arrived . She was dressed in a rather revealing skirt, and was wearing what looked like a orange harness. Her hair had a dark brown color, and while part of it was cut short rest was gathered in a single long tail. On her forehead she had a single, large, Hindu like marking that looked like a diamond. The only way to describe her was unearthly. No woman in existence could have such a perfect proportions and looks. She appeared more like an otherworldly being than a human.

"Hello there" the angelic woman said with a beautiful, melodic voice, that made every word sound as it was a part of a song "So Pleased to meet you. I'm earth assistance hotline... Goddess first class, type two, unlimited... Peorth."

At that very moment the brown haired one gave a great credit to all Japanese woman, as she managed not to faint.

"I heard you cry and Lo! I descend from Heaven" Peorth continued "It is I who shall grant your" heart's desire."

"Heart's de-desire ?" The Japanese woman was having some problems with speaking coherently "I don't think I understand ? This is some kind of Candid Camera, right ?"

"I assure you this is neither a joke nor a dream" The goddess smiled at the woman "The agency that send me here specializes at helping people like you. Since we received a system access request on your behalf you are now entitled to a single wish."

"A wish ? Like in fairy tale ?" She was absolutely amazed at the newcomer. It still felt like a part of a dream.

"Of course, for anything at all !" Said Peorth, as she dealt with customers finding chance of a wish rather strange quite often. She blamed it on the Age of Reason "Whether it's becoming the richest woman in Japan, or total annihilation of everything, you can make anything you heart desires become true."

She started to think, if this was really trur she could change everything, get her son back. Yet that was not going to help, the idiot could either charm her again, or simply steal the boy. What she really wanted is to have her six year old son safe, and protected, whenever he could be.

Some say that destiny is something we are born with. That it's set and we cannot hope to change our fate. Other say that we reap what we sow, and we make our own karma. Right now a mother held her son's destiny in her hand. Her decision would forge the road that her son were to walk.

"Okay, I might as well make my wish." She said turning to the goddess.

"Oh you have already decided on one ?" Asked Peorth. Usually people required more than a single moment to think of what they want.

"I wish that a goddess like you..." Her voice sounded like steel "...to always be my son's guardian spirit !"

Peorth looked at her for second.

"I'm afraid that a wish like..." she started.

But at that very moment her eyes went white, there was a loud humming sound coming from everywhere at once and beam shoot out from goddess forehead right through the roof. She started to float few centimeters over floor as furniture and small items from all around the room started dancing like grabbed by a cyclone. Then the goddess simply disappeared.

Japanese woman stood there for moment looking at the destruction in the room and a hole in the roof. Then the phone rang.

"Yes ?" She asked as she answered the call.

„Earth assistance hotline customer service here." She heard to her surprise „We are happy to inform that system access request status has been changed to: Wish Granted. We hope that you are satisfied with service provided on your behalf."

She was standing in her living room. Sorrow and anger were fading into past. She felt something new, something she had forgotten. For right now, first time in forever, Nodoka Saotome had hope.

XXX

It was getting late. Evening was almost over and the nights chill was starting to get it's hold over the land. The sun was starting it's journey into dusk.

A man, perhaps thirty years old, dressed in a white gi was making his way to the top of the hill. He carried a rather large traveling backpack. He had a large, bushy, jet black hair. Right at the base of the hill a six year old boy was trying to carry his own, much smaller back pack. He was crying, as he was hungry, tired and missing his mom.

"Ranma ! Get a hold of yourself" Shouted the man, as he turned around "We don't have a whole night, we must set up a camp, so stop crying and start marching. You're not a weak girl, so don't go acting like one !"

Genma Saotome walked a few more steps and he started to set up a tent. That would give his son some time to catch up. He was really glad he had managed to snatch him from Nodoka. His wife would turn him weak. Women were no god at raising sons. Ranma had potential, with right teaching he would become the greatest martial artist in his generation. He just needed a good training. Genma almost ruined everything with his stupid Neko-ken idea, so he decided that next special training he would first test on himself, but other than that, he would remove any, and all potential weakness from Ranma.

Down below something happened The air next to young Ranma shimmered for a second as goddess Peorth arrived. Completely invisible to a human eye, with a voice that they could register only as a whisper on a wind she was ready to become a guardian spirit to the boy. She looked at her ward for a while, then a smile arrived on her face.

"What's with all those tears, dear ?" was here question as she knelt right before Ranma "Here, let me wipe them."

Then she hugged him. She knew that from now on she would everything for the boy. That even without works of system there were nothing that could separate the goddess from her ward.

"Don't worry dear" She sung into Ranma's ear "From now and always I'll be by your side. It'll be like having a big sis to take care of you."

Genma finished setting up their tent, and he turned around, to see how far his son had managed to climb. To his surprise not only Ranma was already at top, he was gathering wood for fire.

"Good." he said "I see you've stopped crying and you're starting to act like a man, there is still hope for you, boy."

Genma was not a very perceptive man, so he had no chance to note the change that happened to Ranma. With soft whisper of wind a sense of peace had entered the youngster, and with warm embrace all his fears were chased away. No longer was the boy alone.

On the very next day they continued to walk. They've met some people on the road, yet every passerby saw only a middle-aged man, wearing a white gi walking and a young boy desperately trying to keep up with his father. None of them gave the pair a second look.

Except for a single woman, wearing miko outfit, who kept watching after the three of them for a long while. She was quite surprised as she saw that right next to the boy a goddess was floating, watching his every step with great care. As one of few and rare people with witchsight she knew that it's better not to interfere into matter of gods and spirits. So after she lost her sight of them, she simply continued her way.