Oni Kamen (Demon Mask) A Ranma ½ fan fiction by Phantom Crossing

Disclaimer: I don't own Ranma ½ and all related Rumiko Takahashi characters. They are owned by Rumiko Takahashi. However I do own a Demon Mask, or Oni Kamen, so don't fuck with me, okay. No really, it's sitting here on the desk right next to my keyboard. If I put it own then the world will be surely doomed.

Anyway, I thought this would be a fun idea for a fic, so once you are all done flaming me, tell me what you think.

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In an alternate timeline where everything remains the same up until a year before Genma and Ranma return to Japan. . .

Oni Kamen

Interlude

"Oh beauteous Akane Tendo, please accept my humble token that I might date with you," the kneeling young man clad in a traditional blue hakama raised his bouquet of roses before the young girl with long and luxuriant black hair.
The raven haired girl was unimpressed with this offering, beyond that it could be said that she was down right annoyed by this as well.
"Arigato Kuno-senpai," she gritted her teeth as she responded.
Akane Tendo, age fifteen, was having a shitty day. First she was late for school, then she had to stand in the hall holding buckets, she found out she had left her bento box lunch at home, and now she had to put up with the advances of that arrogant jerk Tatewaki Kuno. She was too exhausted after this strenuous day to simply tell him off as she normally did. She still three the roses out on her way home though.
"Where can I dump these?" she casually thought aloud while wandering the streets of Nerima on her way home.
Soon, she found an empty lot.
"Perfect!" she exclaimed tossing the pile of roses haphazardly into the lot. She raised her arms and stretched having gotten rid of her excess articles, however something caught her attention.
Something, what looked to be a black cloth headband hand been intercepted by, and was now fluttering from her extended arm. Plucking the cloth from her arm she examined it. She found it had two eye holes cut in it and had the kanji "Oni" which means demon embroidered on it. Looking at it a moment more she brought the ends of the cloth behind her head and tied them, effectively putting on the mask; she didn't know why she did this, it was on an impulse she couldn't quite understand.
"The gift is accepted" called out an eerie voice from no where?
"Huh?" Akane responded.
Suddenly, the young martial artist felt immense pain coursing through her form, before she could scream everything went black.

Darkness, everywhere she looked it was darkness. Not in vision alone, there was no sound, no feeling, not even the echoes of her own thoughts. Void and shadows all around her. No want, no need, no thought. She couldn't feel. She couldn't breath. Was she dead? When her eyes finally opened she felt quite sick. She saw a rose petal pressed up against her nose. From the bouquet she had earlier thrown she supposed.
She felt off somehow. Pushing off the ground with her hands she looked around to try and see where she was. Realizing she was in the vacant lot she shivered in the cold of night. Bringing her hand to their opposing forearms to try and warm her cold form she made a discovery. Her nails were shiny and sharp. Her hands, and the rest of her skin for that matter, were a dark greenish gray.
Suddenly very uneasy with the situation, she placed her hands on her head, only to find two small horns jutting out of her forehead. Needless to say, she screamed, but it came out in a different way.
"ROAR!" she quickly covered her mouth with on of her now clawed hands.
Something told her that her day had gotten worse.

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