Hedera ½
In this story all things concerning Nodoka never happend. Genma only told Ranma his mother was dead.
Prolog
11Years before the fall of Saffron
It was foggy in the outskirts of Gotham even though the sun was shinning.
Near an old seemingly abandoned greenhouse a boy who seemed to be around 6 years old
was searching the garbage cans for food. Making quite a racket while at it.
The boy was skinny and pale, but his black hair had an unnatural shine to it
like it was drinking in the few rays of sunshine that entered the alley and his blue eyes seemed to reflect the clear blue sky hidden by the fog.
Nearby a man was roused by the sounds of dropping garbage can lids. Angrily he grumbeled to himself.
"Well done, Genma. You just had to promise Soun that the schools will be joined when you don't even have a heir."
He had been travelling for quite some time now and by accident found himself on ship to America.
In hope of maybe finding a suitable heir to the Saotome Style he started looking around Gotham after making sure to know when the next ship would leave back home.
After walking around the town for a while he found out that the city was protected by a hero which he deemed a very good reason not to steal anything or trick anyone, which also was why he had slept in the outskirts in his tent to stay as far away from any heroes as possible.
Irritated because of the noise he packed the few belongings he owned. He made is way over to the noisy alley to give whoever was responsible a piece of his mind.
But he stopped short when he saw the kid sort trough the garbage with high speed an a strenght not normally found in children of this age.
That was when he remembered that Souns daughters were around the childs age and smirked. The boy had talent and had the right age that was all Genma needed.
Only to make sure nobody would miss the kid he tried talking to the boy with the broken english he knew.
"Boy, do you have a name?"
The kid looked at him with fearful eyes but shook his head.
Genma grined this was even better then he thought.
"Your parents around here somewhere?"
Another light headshake and the whispered words:
"Mother was taken by the shadowman."
Which Genma translated for his own interest into his mother died and the boy didn't understand it.
"How about I protect you from this shadowman and get you fed and you become my student in material arts?"
The boy looked still fearful, but at the prospect of food he noded slowly.
"Let's go then my boy we have got a lot to do to get you up to masterlevel"
With these words Genma dragged the boy with him in directon of the docks to get back to Japan.
A few weeks later...
Genma was sitting on the porch of an old house, heavily bandaged from the failed Nekoken training
but he was grinning like a madman.
The boy now named Ranma had completly forgotten about everything that had happend before the Nekoken which also erased his shy behavior and his dislike for hurting plants in anyway, not even for firewood which had annoyed Genma to no end.
Genma had been able to convince him that he was his son which resulted in Ranma being a lot more obedient than before the Nekoken.
Genma could already see the great life he would have after Ranma married one of Souns daughters.
Two years before the defeat of Saffron
In one of the cells in Arkham Asylum a woman woke up to the feeling of a connection reestablishing to one of her "Children" which she had created years ago but had thought dead after the greenhouse had been destroyed.
She was crying tears of happiness, while at the same time wondering why it had taken so long for one of her seedlings to bloom and why the connection seemed incomplete.
But she would find out the next time she broke out of the Asylum what had happend to the seemingly only seedling that survived even though she couldn't pinpoint it's location.