Cross Breed
Disclaimer: Don't own Ranma ½ or Gold Digger.
A mother ran with all her might. The baby tucked under the mother's arm was what they were after. They were a mob of closed minded were-tigers. The father was dead for protecting the family from their pursuers. A brave were-lion by the name of Demore.
Nodoka, the mothers name, was a were-tiger. She was running from her people because of her marriage to Demore. So she ran with all her might from her people looking for a place to hide from them. The young were-liger slept soundly through it all. When Nodoka reached a a clearing she stopped to listen. Hearing nothing she became worried. That was when a twig snapped. She tried to run but was too late. A net came at her and she used her body to protect the child.
The were-lions had thought it was stupid for a were-tiger to come close to their territory but captured her all the same. They threw her and the child into a holding cell. The baby finally awoke to the joisting around and began to cry. As the mother tried to calm the new born down, their captors noticed the child was not a were-tiger.
"Whose child is that, woman?" the were-lion asked forcefully.
"He is mine and another of this clan's," Nodoka spat at the were-lion.
"Oh, and does this man have a name?" asked the amused were-lion, thinking that were no were-lions that would touch a were-tiger. Except maybe to kill them.
"His name was Demore of the Fang clan," Nodoka said much more calmly thinking of her husband.
The were-lion's eyes widen in shock. 'If what she's saying is true then then child is...' His thoughts were cut off as something clicked in his head.
"Wait what do you mean 'was'?" he asked hoping it wasn't what he thought it meant.
"When I was in labor we went to a small cave next to the mountains. It was there that this child was brought into this world," she smiled a bit at that but had tears in her eyes for what came next. "We decided to show my clan and family first thinking that they'd be thrilled. As we neared the village, they spotted Demore. I tried to calm them down by showing them the child but it increased them blood lust. They said kill them all. Demore heard this and told me to run. All I heard sounds of battle and then sounds of pursuit. Then you found me."
"So Demore of the Fang clan is dead?" asked the subdued were-lion. The story was incredible. To have a child then having to run from your own friends and family.
He caught a barely audible "Yes," before she broke down into choking sobs clutching the child to her chest. She heard the door being unlocked and looked up to find the were-lion coming in. thinking he was going to try to kill them she prepared for the worst.
"Come," he said. "We need to see the Elders about this."
Still not trusting the were-lion she followed as far back as she dared. They walked through the village she met with only hostile glares every where. Finally they approached the middle of the where the Elders of the were-lion clan preside. The male were-lion told her to wait here for a minute while he announces what is going on. After about two or three minutes he returns.
"The Elders will see you now." he tells Nodoka.
She nods to the were-lion as she enters. The child in her arms begins to stir. She uncovers him to look at him. The first thing noticed is a pair of bright blue eyes flecked with gray. The child, or cub as it is now, is lightly covered in dark brown hair with black stripes though one needed to look closely to see the stripes.
The child yawns so wide that it is no question what blood runs through his veins. Nodoka smiles at this. It was one of the many quirks she loved about her husband. She then frowned thinking of what was coming.
'If they dare try to hurt my son then I will take down as many as I can.' She thought fiercely. When she finally came to the chamber, she stood in front of five very regal looking were-lions. The first to the far left was average looking were-lion, seven foot nine inches tall, bulging muscles. The only notable thing is the scar on his right fore arm.
The second one next to the first had darker fur, bigger muscles, more scars than the first, and stood at eight foot even. The one to the far right was the only female. She had scars here and there but not as bad as the second. Her fur was the a dark brown almost looking red and stood at seven foot three inches. This were-lioness didn't have the bulging muscles but they were still there.
The one sitting to the right of the were-lioness was the only one glaring. He had dark almost black fur. His muscles were only a little bigger than the seconds. He was the tallest member there at eight foot seven inches. When she looked at him she could tell that if it were up to him she and the baby would be dead in an instant. The final one sitting in the middle of them all as also the oldest and most respected were-lion in the village. Old age didn't look like it slowed him down at all. He was the biggest one in muscle mass and stood at a good eight foot five inches. When Nodoka looked up at him she felt as if she were looking at her long dead grandfather.
"Well now," started the were-lioness. "The guard said a were-tiger needed to see us about the Fang clan." She said all this gently to ease the mothers worries.
"Y-yes," Nodoka cursed mental for showing fear. "Almost two years a go I met and fell in love with Demore of the Fang clan. I was injured and he saw this. Demore picked me up and ran to the nearest cave for protection against the rain." Her eyes become filled with tears at this point. "He tended to my wounds and gave me nourishment. In that time we fell in love and and slept with each other." She bows her head to let the tears fall.
"Nonsense!" roars(ironic, no?) the darker furred were-lion. "My brother would never have fallen in love with a were-tiger! I demand she be executed at once along with the abomination of a child."
"Calm yourself Shishikiba," announced the eldest of the Elders. "This woman is losing her husband just as much you are losing your brother. Oh," he said as though remembering something, "We must introduce ourselves first before hand." He chuckled as did several others. "My name is Kedakaineko, the one to my left as you have heard is Shishikiba," he continued to glare at her, "the one to my right is Tsurugi," he nodded to her but nothing else could be made out of his facial features, "the female of the group is Koibito," she smiled at Nodoka sincerely, " and last but certainly not least Shuryoku, my son." The last were-lion nodded to her but she could see he was uniquely curious about her or her child.
"My name is Nodoka and I am a were-tiger with no place or family to call my own," that's when the child awoke once again with a loud, wide yawn. "And this is..." she thought for a minute about a name and chose one to the child away from her clan. "Ranma, my and Demore's son."
AN: Well there's the first of who knows how many. This is my first fic so please be nice. Flames welcome.
