While I'm called inuficcrzy for reason, I love the vast majority of
Takahashi's works, and Ranma is defiantly one of them. This is part of the
Herb series in the comic, something you don't see a lot in fanfiction, and
I hope I can keep them all in character. (Personally, I think Sesshomaru
was born from this guy, I mean, they act so much alike!)
On with the show, and please let me know what you think of it! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Chap 1: the first lady
A cold wind blew through the lonely mountain range. It was a barren road, no trees, no plants, just rocks and rubble thrown about. A cloaked figure made its way slowly down the path. The hooded cape was deep burgundy red, and the traveler was thankful for it. Even for early spring, it sure was cold. Red boots tapped on the earth in a constant rhythm as it just kept on walking. Light chest and shoulder armor jingled, making a melody that helped ease the walker's nerves.
'This won't be so bad. Maybe I can be done soon, and go home in a few weeks.' The traveler sighed. 'Who am I kidding? It never works that way. The best assignment I ever had was three whole months long! What is it with nobles and royals being so stubborn?'
The silence was broken completely as the loner softly began to whistle a child's lullaby. It brought a smile to the face's lips, and lighter step to its stride. 'But I like a challenge. This won't be so bad.'
A sound began to grow in intensity around the area it was approaching. It sounded like 'hyai's', punching, kicking, wood breaking, instructors shouting.
At last!
Cinnamon smiled as she started walking toward the sound. She had finally reached the Musk Dynasty training grounds, the home of the current heir to the throne, Prince Herb. Her steps hesitated as she remembered the only real law of the grounds.
Women were forbidden to enter.
And here she was, about to waltz right into 'No-Woman's-Land' extraordinaire.
Oh boy. Let the fun begin.
~*~*~*~*~*~* Two guards had spotted the red cloaked figure walking down the pathway and immediately hailed it. "Stop you! Who are you, and what are you doing in Musk territory?!"
"My name is Cinnamon, and I've come to see His Highness, Prince Herb."
"What business do you have with the Master?"
"I've come to help prepare him for his courtship, and I bear messages to Lord Sage from His Majesty, Emperor Thyme." The figure smiled from under its hood. "May I please do my job?" The tone was touched with humor, and the guards smiled wryly.
"Yeah, we understand, we'll take ya to 'im." They both smiled back at the messenger and flanked him as they proceeded to escort him through the valley to the palace.
As they entered the throne room, Cinnamon took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. Damn, but this place was Spartan. Very much a man's place: every inch a prince's home. The furniture was simple, no cushions or wall hangings, no tapestries. No vases, no other forms of artwork at all. The walls did have murals of battles, bloody and violent, but meticulously done. They were real works of art and craftsmanship, each one over a hundred feet long and fifty feet high, made in a mosaic style, just very, very gory.
She shuddered at the sight of one image of a man having something indescribable done to his spine by someone trained in the form art of the dragon. 'Probably an ancestor of Prince Herb. I hope he doesn't that move.'
She looked back down to eye-level as she was escorted to the base of the throne platform. Going on one knee, she kept her head down until she heard a deep voice say, "Rise."
She stood slowly up and faced the prince of the Musk kingdom. Master Herb. He was just as he'd been described to her, tall, with red glowing eyes, pointed ears, and hair of three different amazing colors. His bangs were white, the top of his head and forelocks were a black so deep it was blue, and the rest of his long pink hair was pulled back in a ponytail. Gold scaled armor with white trim graced his forearms, shoulders and knees, his tunic and pants white. The collar was red and the sash at his waist matched perfectly.
"Are you quite finished inspecting me?" The prince's voice was cool, and the tone was amused, but slightly annoyed. Uh-oh. This guy didn't like being stared at. But with such unusual and spectacular looks, (gods, he was handsome), women were bound to want to. She averted her gaze, happy now that her cape had such a deep hood to hide her face, which was blushing. Where the hell had her manners gone? "Forgive me my rudeness, Your Highness, but I've never seen such unusual hair before. Not many could wear such bold colors as well as you." She raised her eyes back to his and smiled. "It looks quite attractive." ~*~*~*~*~* please review!
On with the show, and please let me know what you think of it! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Chap 1: the first lady
A cold wind blew through the lonely mountain range. It was a barren road, no trees, no plants, just rocks and rubble thrown about. A cloaked figure made its way slowly down the path. The hooded cape was deep burgundy red, and the traveler was thankful for it. Even for early spring, it sure was cold. Red boots tapped on the earth in a constant rhythm as it just kept on walking. Light chest and shoulder armor jingled, making a melody that helped ease the walker's nerves.
'This won't be so bad. Maybe I can be done soon, and go home in a few weeks.' The traveler sighed. 'Who am I kidding? It never works that way. The best assignment I ever had was three whole months long! What is it with nobles and royals being so stubborn?'
The silence was broken completely as the loner softly began to whistle a child's lullaby. It brought a smile to the face's lips, and lighter step to its stride. 'But I like a challenge. This won't be so bad.'
A sound began to grow in intensity around the area it was approaching. It sounded like 'hyai's', punching, kicking, wood breaking, instructors shouting.
At last!
Cinnamon smiled as she started walking toward the sound. She had finally reached the Musk Dynasty training grounds, the home of the current heir to the throne, Prince Herb. Her steps hesitated as she remembered the only real law of the grounds.
Women were forbidden to enter.
And here she was, about to waltz right into 'No-Woman's-Land' extraordinaire.
Oh boy. Let the fun begin.
~*~*~*~*~*~* Two guards had spotted the red cloaked figure walking down the pathway and immediately hailed it. "Stop you! Who are you, and what are you doing in Musk territory?!"
"My name is Cinnamon, and I've come to see His Highness, Prince Herb."
"What business do you have with the Master?"
"I've come to help prepare him for his courtship, and I bear messages to Lord Sage from His Majesty, Emperor Thyme." The figure smiled from under its hood. "May I please do my job?" The tone was touched with humor, and the guards smiled wryly.
"Yeah, we understand, we'll take ya to 'im." They both smiled back at the messenger and flanked him as they proceeded to escort him through the valley to the palace.
As they entered the throne room, Cinnamon took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. Damn, but this place was Spartan. Very much a man's place: every inch a prince's home. The furniture was simple, no cushions or wall hangings, no tapestries. No vases, no other forms of artwork at all. The walls did have murals of battles, bloody and violent, but meticulously done. They were real works of art and craftsmanship, each one over a hundred feet long and fifty feet high, made in a mosaic style, just very, very gory.
She shuddered at the sight of one image of a man having something indescribable done to his spine by someone trained in the form art of the dragon. 'Probably an ancestor of Prince Herb. I hope he doesn't that move.'
She looked back down to eye-level as she was escorted to the base of the throne platform. Going on one knee, she kept her head down until she heard a deep voice say, "Rise."
She stood slowly up and faced the prince of the Musk kingdom. Master Herb. He was just as he'd been described to her, tall, with red glowing eyes, pointed ears, and hair of three different amazing colors. His bangs were white, the top of his head and forelocks were a black so deep it was blue, and the rest of his long pink hair was pulled back in a ponytail. Gold scaled armor with white trim graced his forearms, shoulders and knees, his tunic and pants white. The collar was red and the sash at his waist matched perfectly.
"Are you quite finished inspecting me?" The prince's voice was cool, and the tone was amused, but slightly annoyed. Uh-oh. This guy didn't like being stared at. But with such unusual and spectacular looks, (gods, he was handsome), women were bound to want to. She averted her gaze, happy now that her cape had such a deep hood to hide her face, which was blushing. Where the hell had her manners gone? "Forgive me my rudeness, Your Highness, but I've never seen such unusual hair before. Not many could wear such bold colors as well as you." She raised her eyes back to his and smiled. "It looks quite attractive." ~*~*~*~*~* please review!