Angel of the Night

Angel of the Night

Author's Note: This idea is not mine. I repeat: this idea is not mine. I could have never thought of this. And I'm sort of an amateur writer, heh heh…

Disclaimer: You are a poor deprived child if you haven't figured out that I plain just don't own anything here. Ranma 1/2 belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. The idea belongs to Phil-san at www.studio-aesir.com (I think that's the address). Anything else probably belongs to someone else.

A usual sight to behold at Nerima, and bets were just closing. Two combatants in the mist of battle, ruthlessly attacking each other. Yep, it was another fight of Ranma vs. Ryouga. Legendary, but always predictable, a major constant in the life of Nerima. Always count on someone ruining the peace and quiet here, if there were ever any. Ranma continued to dodge Ryouga's mighty blow. An opening! A solid punch toe Ryouga's jaw sent him stumbling over Kuno's unconscious body and grazing his arm on Kuno's sword, which was steel, after all, he had to banish the vile sorcerer Saotome.

Seeing the blood, from Ryouga's arm effected Ranma in a far different way than expected. Perhaps, it was the conditions, the stress of the past days, who knew, but now something unknown, mysterious was awakening form Ranma. The blood intrigued him, and his throat became parched. What had happened? Strangely, Ranma's eyes were turning into some goldish color, and it appeared as if fangs were beginning to protrude from his mouth, but it was certain he was licking his lips and looking at the blood as if it were dinner.

Ryouga had no idea what was happening, but it sure didn't look like it was in his favor. Actually, it seemed that Ranma's aura was turning a bit blackish, while his eyes carefully watched the blood with a certain gleam. This was certainly not good.

Fortunately, something seemed to bring Ranma back into full control, after the fifth step he took, while closing in for the crimson blood. Shaking his head, Ranma wondered what happened to get the sudden urge to drink the sweet blood that flowed in the human's body. No. Bad idea. Drinking blood is a bad idea. Although it may taste a little sweet… Ranma merely left with a puzzled look on his face, as it seemed to start raining.

Later that evening…

It was perhaps the best for all that he left, until he could find out what was happening to him. Yes, it would prove quiet interesting.

He was hefting his backpack when; his father burst in, mumbling about some training trip.

"Where do you think you're going, boy?" now noticing the backpack.

"Er…I'm going on a training trip," Ranma was trying to recover quickly.

"Perhaps, I should come with you. There's still more you could learn from me," said Genma, while looking around the room for his own backpack.

"Nah. I got it all planned out."

"How about taking Akane with you?" thinking for the better of the future of Anything Goes, and his retirement.

He couldn't let anyone around him, they might find out. Thinkofsomething. Thinkofsomething… "What am I goin' ta learn if she's around?"

"Um, yeah, you have a point," replied Genma with a confused look on his face, unsure of any convincing arguments. Ranma left via window. Genma never even caught sight of which direction he went in.

A vampire. He was an evil creature, no; he is an evil creature from myths and legends. A wolf sat by his side and a hawk was perched on his shoulder. These are what are left of his friends, his only friends now, because no one else understood. Yes, he was alone, with more questions than answers. A new adventure is about to begin, perhaps he'll have a new life. His hand fell to the wolf's head, which had been nudging Ranma's arm. Ranma's new found powers were created from reading the myths and legends and sheer determination that would be found.

"Tomorrow, we'll be leaving for Tokyo, maybe, I can find my answers there."