Survival Instincts
A Ranma 1/2 & Sailor Moon Crossover
By Seraphilim
Author's Notes: Well, it came to me one day. What if there had been survivors from the Dark Kingdom after Beryl and Metallia had been quashed by the Senshi? What if those survivors found that they now had to concentrate on survival instead of conquest?
(Chances are that this fanfic will have inaccuracies, mostly concerning that of the Sailor Moon continuity, which I am somewhat less familiar with than that of Ranma. Please do not hesitate to point out any massive inaccuracies in reviews.)
2004.17.02 - Erk. First inaccuracy discovered by a reviewer. I got D Point's location on the completely wrong side of the world! That's a slip… And is now changed.
Prologue – Day by Day
"Well, I'll be damned. They killed Queen Beryl and Metallia. Impressive little girls, aren't they, Master?"
"Quite so. It is a pity Beryl underestimated them. Come, we can no longer stay in this underground stronghold. Without Metallia's power sustaining it, the structure is likely to collapse. We must gather those of your brothers and sisters who may still live, and we must flee."
The room was quite dark, only lit by two small flames that hung high up towards the stone ceiling, and the two figures within were difficult to distinguish in the lack of decent light. One sat upon a small and simple, yet still ornate, throne. He was the one being referred to as "Master." He wore a gray general's uniform identical to the four who existed before him, yet it was different. It was simpler, and held almost none of the designs or patterns the other Generals had on theirs. The uniform's only distinction was a lining of silver along the collar and cuffs, along with a small design woven into the fabric above the man's left breast. The design was of twelve small circles surrounding a twelve-pointed star – each orb nestled at a point of the star. The man himself was of slightly above-average height, and his face was somewhat long and sharp, yet not overly so. His facial features were hidden within the darkness, yet his oddly dark green hair was easily discernable as it played lightly over his temple.
The second being in the room was easier to make out, as she was standing prone near the screen through which the two witnessed the events going on deeper within the Dark Kingdom's Antarctic stronghold. The female was obviously not human, as she had red skin covered by a intricate assembly of lavender cloth carefully woven as to be both teasing to the lustful eye, yet kept enough hidden to leave the rest of her lithe body to the imagination. The nails on her bare hands and feet were colored a light lavender that matched both her dress and her long, wild hair. Unlike the man, her eyes were visible; they glowed slightly with a golden yellow light as her violet lips moved again.
"Master, where will we go from here?"
The man stood up slowly, his black shoes making an echo as they clicked on the hard floor. He stepped forward as he smiled.
"Japan."
The woman raised her brows in question. "Japan? But that is where the Sailor Soldiers presumably live."
The Dark Kingdom general nodded. "Yes, that is true. But, as I have noticed, Kunzite and the others only seemed to attack areas near the place known as Azabu Juuban. For us to avoid the Senshi, we simply stay away from that location, and keep ourselves veiled as humans and not used our powers. The blue haired soldier, she seems to have a computer of sorts that detects the usage of our darkness-fueled energy."
As the two began to walk out of the room, the woman asked another question.
"And what will we do in Japan?"
"Well, it is nearly impossible for our depleted forces to wage more battles with the Sailor Senshi. It is sad to say, but I do not believe we can win. Our only hope now is to survive, and that most likely means we will have to mingle in with the humans themselves. I had done it once before, back in the Silver Millennium, and it is possible. Come, I feel that the structure is already losing integrity. I shall send a signal to those who still live to meet us at the exit."
The two exited the room as the general held a hand up, palm-outward, and his lips moved silently as they began walking at a brisk pace towards the other end, where an exit to the outside existed. The female youma couldn't help but ask another question as her liege dropped his hand and seemed satisfied.
"Master, isn't it possible that the Senshi can still find us?"
The last of the generals slowed as they neared the exit, and looked down at the design on his breast. He tapped an index finger within the star, and the twelve orbs glowed briefly.
"If I must, I will unleash these. I was entrusted with continuing the legacy of the Dark Kingdom by Metallia should Beryl fail, and I will not follow in my predecessors' footsteps. But, I cannot do it alone. I ask you for your strength, Gira Sol."
The youma known as Gira Sol moved up next to him as they exited the stronghold out into the ices of D Point (within the Arctic Circle) - where a tiny handful of youma in various states of health waited for the last leader of the Dark Kingdom - and took his hand lightly.
"I will, General Kyanite. It seems we have survivors after all."
"Yes, thankfully. Come, I will transport us to Japan. I know of a place where we can hide."
"Where?"
"It is a place near Juuban, but far enough away to be safe. I have observed that there are activities in this location that match those of Juuban in extremity, yet are considered normal occurrences. Those activities can mask us well. The place is called Nerima."
End Prologue
A Ranma 1/2 & Sailor Moon Crossover
By Seraphilim
Author's Notes: Well, it came to me one day. What if there had been survivors from the Dark Kingdom after Beryl and Metallia had been quashed by the Senshi? What if those survivors found that they now had to concentrate on survival instead of conquest?
(Chances are that this fanfic will have inaccuracies, mostly concerning that of the Sailor Moon continuity, which I am somewhat less familiar with than that of Ranma. Please do not hesitate to point out any massive inaccuracies in reviews.)
2004.17.02 - Erk. First inaccuracy discovered by a reviewer. I got D Point's location on the completely wrong side of the world! That's a slip… And is now changed.
Prologue – Day by Day
"Well, I'll be damned. They killed Queen Beryl and Metallia. Impressive little girls, aren't they, Master?"
"Quite so. It is a pity Beryl underestimated them. Come, we can no longer stay in this underground stronghold. Without Metallia's power sustaining it, the structure is likely to collapse. We must gather those of your brothers and sisters who may still live, and we must flee."
The room was quite dark, only lit by two small flames that hung high up towards the stone ceiling, and the two figures within were difficult to distinguish in the lack of decent light. One sat upon a small and simple, yet still ornate, throne. He was the one being referred to as "Master." He wore a gray general's uniform identical to the four who existed before him, yet it was different. It was simpler, and held almost none of the designs or patterns the other Generals had on theirs. The uniform's only distinction was a lining of silver along the collar and cuffs, along with a small design woven into the fabric above the man's left breast. The design was of twelve small circles surrounding a twelve-pointed star – each orb nestled at a point of the star. The man himself was of slightly above-average height, and his face was somewhat long and sharp, yet not overly so. His facial features were hidden within the darkness, yet his oddly dark green hair was easily discernable as it played lightly over his temple.
The second being in the room was easier to make out, as she was standing prone near the screen through which the two witnessed the events going on deeper within the Dark Kingdom's Antarctic stronghold. The female was obviously not human, as she had red skin covered by a intricate assembly of lavender cloth carefully woven as to be both teasing to the lustful eye, yet kept enough hidden to leave the rest of her lithe body to the imagination. The nails on her bare hands and feet were colored a light lavender that matched both her dress and her long, wild hair. Unlike the man, her eyes were visible; they glowed slightly with a golden yellow light as her violet lips moved again.
"Master, where will we go from here?"
The man stood up slowly, his black shoes making an echo as they clicked on the hard floor. He stepped forward as he smiled.
"Japan."
The woman raised her brows in question. "Japan? But that is where the Sailor Soldiers presumably live."
The Dark Kingdom general nodded. "Yes, that is true. But, as I have noticed, Kunzite and the others only seemed to attack areas near the place known as Azabu Juuban. For us to avoid the Senshi, we simply stay away from that location, and keep ourselves veiled as humans and not used our powers. The blue haired soldier, she seems to have a computer of sorts that detects the usage of our darkness-fueled energy."
As the two began to walk out of the room, the woman asked another question.
"And what will we do in Japan?"
"Well, it is nearly impossible for our depleted forces to wage more battles with the Sailor Senshi. It is sad to say, but I do not believe we can win. Our only hope now is to survive, and that most likely means we will have to mingle in with the humans themselves. I had done it once before, back in the Silver Millennium, and it is possible. Come, I feel that the structure is already losing integrity. I shall send a signal to those who still live to meet us at the exit."
The two exited the room as the general held a hand up, palm-outward, and his lips moved silently as they began walking at a brisk pace towards the other end, where an exit to the outside existed. The female youma couldn't help but ask another question as her liege dropped his hand and seemed satisfied.
"Master, isn't it possible that the Senshi can still find us?"
The last of the generals slowed as they neared the exit, and looked down at the design on his breast. He tapped an index finger within the star, and the twelve orbs glowed briefly.
"If I must, I will unleash these. I was entrusted with continuing the legacy of the Dark Kingdom by Metallia should Beryl fail, and I will not follow in my predecessors' footsteps. But, I cannot do it alone. I ask you for your strength, Gira Sol."
The youma known as Gira Sol moved up next to him as they exited the stronghold out into the ices of D Point (within the Arctic Circle) - where a tiny handful of youma in various states of health waited for the last leader of the Dark Kingdom - and took his hand lightly.
"I will, General Kyanite. It seems we have survivors after all."
"Yes, thankfully. Come, I will transport us to Japan. I know of a place where we can hide."
"Where?"
"It is a place near Juuban, but far enough away to be safe. I have observed that there are activities in this location that match those of Juuban in extremity, yet are considered normal occurrences. Those activities can mask us well. The place is called Nerima."
End Prologue
