THE ACCIDENTAL MAGICAL GIRL
Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story.
Notes: This story is inspired from "Desperately seeking Ranma" by Pixelwriter1.
This is a crossover with "Sailor Moon".
This not a Self-Insert. Despite using the CYOA "Accidental Magical Girl", the character has no name at the beginning. His background, identity and origins are irrelevant to the story except by their absence.
I am only using the CYOA as inspiration and background. I will also use the excellent "D&D Magical Girl" by the team "Tome of Radiance". Thank you for your work.
Prologue
It was late at night and the driver was tired after a workday. His eyes blinked with weariness and he thought he probably should not have gone out that late after all.
Suddenly a weird pink mass darted out in front of the car. Too preoccupied with his thoughts and too tired this late, the driver was not able to avoid it in time.
The car hit the mystery thing with a very casual thud and the driver felt it tumbling as the wheels ran over it. He hit the brakes and rushed out of the car to assess the situation.
A sickly feeling crept in his stomach as the driver suddenly realized it was a little girl in an outlandish frilly pink outfit that he hit.
The driver fell on his knees, his hands reaching her to do something, anything. He barely noted that she was carrying some sort of sword as he focused on frightened red eyes. As red as the blood staining her pink hair.
She tried to speak and twitched once or twice as their hands joined and squeezed and then she expired.
The driver shook his head in denial, but could only acknowledge that was one dead little girl right there.
"Puchuuu..." Something crooned in the dark nearby.
The driver turned around in fright to see a sickeningly cute creature standing near the scene. It looked like a cross between a cat from outer space and a pokemon.
"Not again." The creature complained. Despite its cute appearance, something somehow sent chills down the spine of the driver.
"Puchuu, you killed her, now you will take her place!" It smirked. The driver was now terrified by the creature. "Man I'm tired of doing this again, these things die too easily. I think I will try THAT on you, puchuu..."
The driver screamed while still holding the hand of the dead little girl as Cosmic Powers were unleashed on him.
As consciousness dissolved into a bright white light, the driver somehow knew that he was under the attention of a "Puchuu", a disgustingly cute animal hybrid with phenomenal cosmic powers in itty bitty space. Despite that he was a bit past date and with the wrong dangly bits, it thought he'll do for being a candidate for transformation into a Magical Girl.
And now that he had drew their eye, they were loathe to let him just walk away. Beside, the projected magical girl for THAT particular world was dead and it was all his goddamn fault. It was his responsibility to take over and even if he wasn't an ideal candidate by its standards, the Puchuu needed someone right now and it wasn't taking "no" for an answer.
A Cosmic dice was thrown as the driver floated in an unknown abyss between the worlds, void of any form of light, for an unknown destination.
But in the soul of the driver, Light was everywhere.
Light sprung from the candle at a child's bedside, warding off the monsters in the dark. Light shone from the sun, high in the sky, bringing life and warmth to all the lands of the world. Light hung in the endless void between stars, bearing witness to the awesome splendour of the universe. Light lingered in the Astral expanses between worlds.
But more than anywhere else, more than in the brightest lamp, or fiercest fire, Light shone in the hearts and souls of mortals.
Not all of them could feel it. Most truly experienced the surging of light a handful of times in their life. But for some, even if it was accidentally, the light was a calling. It was a purpose, ingrained into their very nature: To live and breathe as the beacons to hold fast to the light in an often dark and terrible world.
Those people could be named "The Children of Light" and they fought for a bright new day. A morning that shone in innocence, where love and laughter drew out the wicked dark. Their hope burnt strong and swift, though older and wiser heads would gently rebuke such fanciful dreams. For even the sternest admonition shall falter before wide and innocent eyes.
After all... what wonders might be wrought if they are right?
Forces of Light and Cosmic powers swirled inside the driver. Despite being unconscious, he knew he was now transformed into a young girl. Thanks to the experimental procedure used by the Puchuu on him, not only he should never age but he shall never truly die. Merely he would become a disembodied spirit that could, with enough willpower and time, regenerate his body anew and lived again. The creature REALLY did not feel like doing this again. Wanting to have a somewhat more "durable" magical girl, it threw in the transformation process a gold coin and three silver coins originating from the Overcity to boost the overall power level.
The years of the trans-gendered body melt away until a 14 years old girl seemed to appear from the puddle of manipulated flesh.
Ethnicity was a blend of Asian and Caucasian, eyes of the purest emerald, flowing long hair red as a fire-engine and the overall shape was on the average scale for her age with a swimmer build.
The very metaphysical aspect of Light suffused her entire body and blend with her soul and heart. Not only would she be able to call on this power, but no one could lie to her without her knowledge ever again. The same power carved out an extra-dimensional storage space of infinite capacity within her very being. Under her eyelids, a bright light erupted, granting her the Sight: The permanent ability to see the flows and after-effects of Magic.
A polearm materialized from the sparkles of Light. Indestructible and always at a call from her side, it was a part of her and she will always know how to use it properly. Embedded in its blade, a blood-red round jewel begun to beat with the same rhythm as her heart.
The rest of the sparkles condensed around her nude body forming some sort of cross between a medieval-fantasy cheese armour with a school uniform. The armour was gold-trimmed silver pauldrons, breastplate, greaves, bracers and fingerless gloves. The uniform was a dark blue skirt and blouse. Ribbons and jewels completed the outfit having the overall protection of solid steel and the lightness of clothes.
The Puchuu was perplexed: Something had taken control of the transformation, but contrary to all the other cases didn't gain the loyalty of the new magical girl. It couldn't even detect if new powers had been granted. It shrugged and concluded that whatever intervened failed in its goal.
Besides it had enough problems: He was going into a world where it wasn't sure there was any other Puchuu although there was an abundance of magical girls. It had to investigate why and it would take time as its intelligence resources were limited.
While like most of the Puchuu, it didn't give away the true goals of its peers, he always genuinely cared about those it empowered. It never did saw them as expendable and preferred cultivate their loyalty by giving them premium info and arranging for contacts outside the magical girls community.
Beside, most of the girls WANTED to fight for Justice and Order against monsters and the unnatural.
Still, the new girl needed a few advantages at their destination. Using the last dregs of the Cosmic charge attributed to the magical girl, it ensured that she would have closure by erasing "him" from existence and bending Fate to protect "his" lost loved ones. Since it couldn't stay always with her, it set a contingency that would empower an animal to act as a familiar and mentor. It also generated a particular energy wave that would create a set of Fake Parents adapted to her and finally it touched lightly her being in order to widen her natural connection to the Overcity. Without local resources and available reinforcements from other Puchuu-sponsored teams, its girl would have to count on outside help and the money and services from the Overcity will be invaluable.
Notes: My muse is rather fickle.
I have some difficulties to finish a story before beginning another.
Too much ideas, too much dispersion.
Still, it's just a story on the side.