"A Drunken Horse."
By DeepQuote
Disclaimer: Company and Ranma belong to Takahashi-sensei, and I do not own them. hiccup
I'm.... I'm....not as think as you drunk I am....
Author's Note: Key point!!! This story is tale of a divergence, It takes place during Gosunkugi's search for Ranma's weakness. It ain't cats!!!!
"GYAAAAAHH!"
Furikan Gym
"eh?"
"That...That...was Ranma!"
With this realization, Tatewaki Kuno ran as fast as he could towards the sound of the blood-curdling scream. What he found, however was not at all what he expected. Several warehouse workers, were sprawled unconscious around a nondescript delivery truck. Several of the workers, were mumbling incoherently.
"What the hell was that?"
"Somebody get the number of the alcoholic that just hit us?"
"Ugh." Cries of pain, were the most prevalent among the sounds uttered by the downed workers. Curious to see what the assailant was after, Kuno looked into the back of the truck. Inside, several smashed cases of small ceramic bottles littered the inside of the truck. The smell of sake was unmistakably in the air.
*Saotome is a martial artist, this wouldn't be his work. I must look into the wells of wisdom for that foul sorcerer's weak spot.*
Later at the Tendo Dojo.......
"Has anyone seen Ranma?"
"No, but I think he is in his room, I heard him snoring a while ago."
Later than evening....
"Heyyyyyy.. Kuno...I got a new techn...Tech..hiccup Technique I wannna show ya!...
The Tendo Nabiki Ten Yen Fist! "
Reaching into his pockets, Ranma removes 2 ten-yen pieces ,and sticks them to his knuckles.
He stands feet apart, then slowly raised one leg, till his right ankle rests upon his left knee. Each arm is raised crookedly, seeming to mock the crane stance. Ranma begins hopping around on his one foot, shouting...
"Come on Kuno... I am I scarring.. you? hiccup!?"
END
Children of the Night, Child of Day.
By DeepQuote
Disclaimer: Ranma and Co, Dracula and friends don't belong to me. This story was inspired by old horror movies, too many vampire books, including the masterpiece by Bram Stroker.
Chapter 1
"Vampire."
"Women are my weakness, or to be more accurate, I should say they are my greatest weakness, for I have many." - Michael Romkey "I, Vampire"
January, 23 1995
To: R. Takahashi
From: S. Silverbreeze
Subject: New Addition to Illuminati Archives
The enclosed diary was recently collected for the Illuminati Archives
It is my opinion that you will find the story of this initiate most interesting. I have reviewed it myself this weekend, and I found myself pleasantly surprised. However, I was struck by the similarity to the Sun Tzu document.
This contemporary account of the education of a vampire under our current systems clearly illustrates why I think our current system demands too much of the initiate. I realize you with your theories on the chaotic natures of vampirism, will disagree.
Please have your staff cross index the information in the computer system before filing, and flagging the journal to Ranma Saotome's personal file. I expect will continue to update his files in the near future.
Tokyo, Japan June 2, 1990
Girls are kinda a weakness of mine, well I should say they are one of my weaknesses. I got a couple. It's funny, not 3 months ago, I never would had admitted it. I was always the great Ranma Saotome, and nothing could beat me. Well, I learned... I learned the hard way. Ya see, I used to live in Nerima, Japan. I was just Ranma then....I was a boy... a boy trying to be a man. Now I am no longer either. I am not a man, I am not a boy... I am a vampire.
It's been a while, since my life completely changed. Now that I think on it, So much has happened in so little time. I remember back when things were simpler. I had three fiancées chasing me, along with three psychopaths out for my blood. The days were filled with strange challenges, and even strange foes, but beyond all of the craziness, I still had my innocence, I still was a human being.
Tokyo, Japan 2001
A cool breeze swept gently through the streets of Tokyo, tonight was rather quiet as far as nights go in Tokyo. Only a handful of accidents and no major police incidents were reported on the local news. All in all, the capital of Japan seemed in for a somewhat peaceful night. The moon was crystal clear as it shone in the night sky, the only clouds present seem to lightly accident the dark sky with occasional spots of lighter gray.
Tokyo General Emergency rooms was also quiet that night, only a handful of patients had entered the ER through the Automatic doors on this night. An elderly woman had her hip give out on her, a young woman fell of her bike, and a young student had a little too much to drink after passing his exams. The resident ER Physician that night was Ranma Saotome. Dr. Saotome had gone through his handful of patients with a practiced ease not often seen of just graduated Med. School students. The hospital staff were quite impressed with the confident med. student. This is not to mention, several of the nurse were quite enamored with the handsome young doctor.
From the sky, to the road, to the ER peace seemed to be the operative word for this particular night. However, all of that was about to change. Across town, four men silently entered a downtown warehouse, armed to the teeth with automatic weapons, and the latest in stealth gear, they made their way to their goal. However, as soon as they were in arms reach all hell broke loose.
"Freeze! Police! Drop your weapons and come out with your hands up!"
Normally these words would give hesitation to even the most hardened criminal, but there men were anything but ordinary. Spreading out in a V shaped formation, and using short time bursts of automatic weapons fire, the Tokyo police department was hit hard as they were
unprepared for these militant tactics preformed by men with a cool head, and seemingly no fear.
While still in the V formation, the black clad men entrenched themselves within the
natural cover of the warehouse, committed to continuing the firefight they had started. themselves to. Lobbing military grade stun grenades the men slowly worked their way closer and
closer to the police barricade. Intent of hitting them right in the center and punching their way out of the warehouse.
While this vicious and brave strategy seemed to be work, the unknown variable was the brown clad female figure approaching silently from the rear. Unknown to terrorists their own tactic was about to used against them.
"Drop em you jackasses!" With those words one small throwing knife sunk deep into the crates next to the startled gunman.
Standing there clad in brown skintight body armor was one Lt. Ukyou Kuonji of the Tokyo special crimes unit. Beside and behind her were the 6 other members of her squad.
"Your choice boys! The hard way." Her eyes drifted to the automatic pistol in her right hand.
"The easy way."
Once again her eyes drifted, but this time to a pair of handcuffs in her left hand.
The three men closest to her took one look in the lieutenant's eyes and wisely dropped their guns. The one farthest decided he would rather die than be caught as he took aim at the young lieutenant. The shot rang out amongst the now silent warehouse, dodging to one side, the bullet merely grazed Ukyou as she cart wheeled to the side, her pistol roaring as the bullets raced from it.
Unlike the lucky gunman, Ukyou aims was precise and deadly, the thug ended up taking three bullets one to his kneecap and one to his shoulder and the third to his thigh. His howl of agony mad officers and thugs alike flinch. Standing, but slightly shaken Ukyou barked her orders. Get these assholes out a my sight, and get this idiot to a hospital. Soon two paramedic were in the process of packaging the unfortunate criminal.
A slightly smaller member of Ukyou's squad approached her. " Ukyou-san, He got you, not bad, but good enough. You need to go to a hospital. Turning back to look at the young officer who had spoken, Her eyes met with a decision of steel. She knew that she was not going to argue out of this one. "Alright, Kenzan. I'll go."
With that Ukyou herself was loaded into a second ambulance and taken to Tokyo General
Emergency Room.
"Tokyo General. Medic 4"
"Medic 4, go ahead."
"Be advised, We are currently en-route to your facility ETA 10 minutes. 25 year old male, Patient has 3 gunshot wounds. 1 to the lower extremities and 1 to the shoulder, and 1 to the thigh. over."
"Patients vitals BP 120 over 70 pulse is at 77, and respirations are at 10." Bleeding seems to
be controlled at this point."
Ranma Saotome, Martial Artist Extraordinaire, Doctor, and sometime hero stood
gaping at the medical chart in front of him. Gunshot wound to the left arm. Appears to be not penetrating trauma, Bullet grazed patients arm. This was nothing new to Ranma, it was the patient's name and occupation, which struck cold fear into the young doctor's heart. Patient name: Ukyou Kuonji.
The other physicians were all busy or currently catching up on some shut eye. There was nothing he could do, but confront the inevitable. Taking one nervous tug at his pigtailed, he stepped into the examination room. "Mrs. Kuonji, How are you feeling?"
Shock, and total disbelief would have been inadequate to describe the incredulous look
on the young officers face as she recognized her childhood friend behind the white doctor's
coat, and glasses.
"Ranchan????"
She promptly fainted.
Allowing himself a small grin, Ranma stepped forward to assure, it was his appearance that caused her to faint and not something else. Stepping into a familiar routine, almost help Ranma forget that beneath that oh so tight body armor was his childhood friend.
Idly Ranma thought, *if it weren't for my training, that armor would probably have given me a nosebleed!*
A few minutes later, Ukyou slowly regained consciousness.
**************Unknown Region of China***************
~Aiyah!~
Xian-pu stood in the middle of a small wooded clearing, her Great-Grandmother Khu lon, stood opposite of her. Small cuts bled allow over Xian pu's bare arms a legs, he clothes were not in any better shape.
~You weak fool! Feel your anger...Let your hate come the surface...~
~Spatula girl and Violent girl Weak! I am not weak!!!!!! KIYAH!!!!!!!!!!~
A Ranma What if.....
Timelines have been altered, whole universes combined and the results of such actions have been utterly fantastic. However, it is said that even the smallest amount of force can make a gigantic change. A famous martial artist master once urged, "Be like water my friend." Water can flow, water can crash and water can adapt. Such deep sentiments are often the thoughts of ancient martial arts masters and philosophers. Such men possess a wisdom beyond anything the world has ever seen. Such wisdom often comes at a price, the loss of sight, the pain of a hard life, and even your own life.
Ranma Saotome was forced to live a hard life, one in which his ability to adapt helped him survive. Survival however, is very different from living. Surviving is doing what you have to stay alive, not enjoying everything that is life. In a million universes and a million fanfics Ranma has done more than survived, he has lived. I on the other hand think there is more to life than surviving and living. There is understanding. So my friends I present to you a tiny change. A ripple if you will. Not a change in Ranma, but a change in his mother, Nodoka Saotome.
What if Nodoka Saotome was sent to a Bene Gesserit School to learn to become a woman...