Disclaimer: I don't own Ranma ½ nor do I own Sailor Moon.

Author's note: This fic isn't for the light of heart. It's dark and downright demented, even in just the prologue. It's in the M section for a reason. I have a happy ending in mind for it somewhere down the line, but this prologue alone scared the shit outta me when I reread it. Trust me. It. Will. Scare. You.

Close my Eyes and Dream

Prologue

Ranma shrugged as she put away the old photograph. It had been almost three hundred years since she had seen it. Looking at it always gave her bad memories anyway. She remembered them all well. A mad grin swept across her face as she almost managed to place it back into the drawer.

"My lady," Came an impatient voice suddenly. "There is an urgent call from Saturn! Something is happe—!"

"Who allowed you to enter my chambers, Tayna?" Ranma interrupted with her low and devilish voice of cold anger.

"N-no one… my lady… please forgive me!" cried Tayna as she instantly prostrated herself before the red-headed lady.

Ranma sighed, and suddenly completely changed her voice. "You will leave, now. Is that understood?"

Her tone rose in nature with this comment making her sound almost like a young schoolgirl. Tayna knew better though. The lady was in a 'killing' mood. That was literal.

"Yes! Yes, immediately!" In a flash, Tayna was gone.

The room was sparsely lit with small candlesticks lighting the stone block castle walls. Another candle lay on the table in front of Ranma and a piece of parchment with a feather and ink. A red sofa rested in the middle of the room, and towards the back of it lay an immaculate bed, made specifically for two.

Ranma sighed as she glanced at the oak door Tayna had not quite completely closed in her haste.

Ranma was fond of the door. She found it quite to her liking due to its dark shade, not to mention its uncanny ability to block out sound, unlike the doors she had grown up with all those years ago.

She stood from the chair, at the desk on the right end of the room farthest from the bed, and moved to open the small drawer once more. The photo was in pristine condition as if it had been in a red room only yesterday.

It was a portrait of a large number of people. The first on the left was Akane Tendo. Second from the left held the image of Kasumi and third was her other sister Nabiki.

Ranma smiled. She held fond memories of all three of the sisters. Their deaths had all been very pleasant to witness. Oh and the feel as they screamed her name…! Pure bliss!

It was the truth. They, Kasumi and Nabiki, had both died for her… because they had loved her so much. They had proven it by dying for her. But Akane-chan lived on to this day! Such a treasure that girl! Oh how Ranma wished she could find Akane again! As far as she knew though, Akane had dissappeared. No matter though. She had plenty of other places to find her needed love.

Behind Kasumi and Nabiki stood a purpled haired girl who held more beauty than anyone Ranma had ever known. Shampoo. Ranma had never loved the girl like she wanted but still, she also had died for him. In the picture, both her arms were protectively wrapped around her own best friends: Kasumi and Nabiki. A wide grin stretched across the girl's youthful face.

Next stood a man Ranma would rather forget. Tatewaki Kuno. Dead too, finally, but not for her. Against her rather, he was when he had found out her true identity. He had sided with them in the hopes of killing her!

She grinned again as she remembered the manner of Kuno's death. A wooden boken was not supposed to go that far down someone's throat. Oh how good it had felt to finally shut him up! Make him pay for all his treachery!

Next stood the man Ranma hated more than anything. Mousse. It had started with him in the first place. All of it started with Mousse.

She looked over the image quickly, controlling the anger welling deep within her. It wouldn't do to destroy the picture. Of course, she wouldn't. Thirteen hundred years of living had given her control such that others only dreamed of. Restraining herself from destroying Mousse's very image was no great difficulty. He was long since dead as well, anyway. Turned out he wasn't able to take having a ball and chain slam him into a wall.

"Oh his blood had tasted so sweet! The blood of that evil man who made me this way!" Ranma murmured. Then she began to chuckle madly.

To the right of Mousse stood Shampoo's great grandmother Cologne. Poor old woman. She still lived on the dungeons there, if Ranma remembered correctly.

It was barely noticeable but within the picture, a small hand held Cologne's side. Happosai, jiji, as others called him, stood there beside the old bat, his arms casually resting around her elderly back.

Ranma grinned maliciously as she remembered her last visit to the two old crones. No more than two hundred years ago, she was sure. They loved it when she restored they're youth once more. They loved her so much! They always screamed so loudly for her! They were both such cute girls! Well, when they were young anyway. Happosai wasn't really a girl, either. But Happi had loved her so much that he had let her use nyanichiuan on him! Both of them gave strong kids too.

Behind them both stood Ranma's parents. Genma and Nodoka. Ranma never knew what to think of them. They'd died quickly, in the first confrontation. Ranma remembered little of them now. Back then though, she'd have given anything for another minute with Nodoka. Now she could only ponder why she would wish to simply "spend time" with someone like her. She hadn't loved her…

Next stood Ukyo Kuonji. Evil bitch that she was. She smiled in the picture serenely but in truth, she was only a fraction of an inch behind Mousse in Ranma's opinion of her. She seethed, though her outer appearance showed no change. Ranma was above emotion. She was long dead. Ranma wished it had been her hand that had destroyed the spatula girl but… ah well. She was dead and that was all that mattered.

Further another person to the right, stood a man with black hair and a pigtail. The man was Ranma Saotome.

Ranma cringed at the memory. To think she was… friends with some of those people. Only a precious few loved her now and those who didn't were dead. From that photo anyways.

Next on the picture, stood Usagi. Her face was a joyous light that revolved around her, infecting her, even all these years later, with a smile. Her affection had been the greatest of all… no… second greatest. The poor girl still wimpered to this day about her "trapped love." Rubbish! Ranma was her love in either form! Especially male… yes… the little blonde loved her dearly!

"Heh heh." Ranma murmured. "I bet Tayna would never guess she's descended from the White Queen."

Ranma thought for a moment and then delightfully placed the photo down. "After this I'll go see Usagi-chan again! After all it has been several days! I wouldn't want the White Queen to miss her Ranma!"

"Leave… 'lone… please..."

It was so faint Ranma almost didn't hear it. "What was that? Who are you? She asked, confused. It was odd that someone would speak to her hear without showing themselves. She felt no presence though.

After a moment or two of waiting, and scanning the room to be sure, Ranma still felt nothing. She smiled again, happily and returned to look at her photo, as no one seemed to be speaking again.

A few other people stood in the photo as well. None of them were overly important. They'd all died quickly, some to show their love for her and some, not so. They'd been friends of Usagi if she remembered right. But that didn't matter of course.

Then Ranma reached the last person in the image.

"Mmmm…" Ranma moaned in ecstasy at the thought of him. "Oooh… Ryoga-kun. You are the best of them all, love."

" Stop… stop, sto… don' hurt him again… can't take… screams…"

She read a tone from it finally. Begging. Someone was begging her. Nothing new there… She was Empress Ranma after all. Everyone served her. Everyone begged her for what they wanted. It was so soft though. Where could the voice be coming from? No one was with her, she was sure.

"Could it be?" She thought idle and turned her eyes to glance upward. "Are you still in there?"

Ranma promptly forgot about the voice. It wasn't worth it to remember anyways. Begging was always such a cowardly thing to do. She turned her thoughts to other things. So bothersome… Saturn again. She recalled Tayna speaking of Saturn. Another rebellion.

"Hmph… perhaps I should just blow up the damn planet. Waste of time to Terraform it. Doesn't even have any good crops… well… sickleberry is alright when made into wine…" Ranma mused to herself.

The sickleberry was almost the only reason she kept the damn ringed planet around. The people kept acting up and rebelling every hundred years or so, trying to throw down her empire.

"They get bigger every time… perhaps I'll send them to the mines on Neptune… Yes… the Saturnites would make great miners… And Neptune would love more slaves…"

Ranma giggled insanely. A perfect idea! She'd been far too lenient on them last time. Killing all their men had been such fun but… obviously it wasn't a fitting punishment. This would do much better. She didn't want to destroy another celestial body. She'd lost much when she destroyed the moon five hundred years ago. The moon people had been so insubordinate though! They'd given her no choice! So yes. This was a much better plan.

"This way I can send Earthlings in to farm the sickleberry! Earthlings never disobey!"

A perfect plan!

"Kill you… some day… kill you…!"

Strained words but they were no longer begging. It was this room. Ranma remembered now. The little voice inside her head was still there. Only able to speak when she was in the room where all this had begun.

"Ah memories… aren't they wonderful things? Eh? Ranko-chan?" Ranma exclaimed gaily. Her high pitched giggle was murderous. And then Ranma began.

The scream that echoed throughout Ranma's mind sent a chill of pleasure down her bones. It had been centuries since she'd heard that scream.

"Mmm! Your screams are almost as delicious as Usagi-chan's! Maybe even Ryoga's! How does that make you feel love? Warm? Ooooh… that's what I feel…"

Ranma let go and the screams ceased suddenly; all Ranma heard then was small whimpering.

"You love it! Come on! Give me another scream!" Ranma said delightedly with a twisted simper.

More screams erupted in Ranma's head. She reveled in the delight she could feel flowing from the person who's screams sang to her.

"Tell me how you love it! Tell me! Oh it's marvelous! Oh I won't know if you had enough until you tell me!"

The screams died again. Sharp breaths were all Ranma could hear now. And crying… weeping.

"… love it… Ranma… love… you…"

The voice shuddered, pain lacing through the words and small snivels draining them of strength and confidence.

"Is that all?" Ranma smiled her twisted grin. "That's all you feel for me…? Come on Ranko... Don't you just want to yell it out?"

The small voice in her head let out a howl of dying. Of hopelessness. Sorrow and regret. The only thing not laced with terror and pain were the words themselves. The words screaming in a shrill voice of hatred, that she loved the torture and pain.

Ranma's maniacal grin became one of pure delight and the screams were cut off yet again. Ragged breathing, sharp quick breaths, and sobbing greeted her ears.

"So sweet…" Ranma murmured deliriously.

The sobbing continued and Ranma felt nothing but pleasure at the heaves coming from the voice in her mind. Slowly Ranma brought her self back down from the elation of the screams and whimpers and cries.

"Now… you wouldn't ever try to kill me? Would you Ranko?" Ranma murmured with the same sadistic simper.

"Never! Won't hurt you!... Love you! Never! Please! No! Not again!"

Screams once more. Ranma couldn't hold it in. She poured a cup of hot water over herself and let out a maddening roar of laughter as the screams in her, now his, mind doubled in intensity. She was always so much more intimidating in her male form. Loved so much more as well…

End Prologue

I just freaked myself out. This is gonna be one heck of a twisted ride… Wish me luck. Don't worry. Won't be an uber long fic. Five chapters at most. I wanted to see how twisted of a fic I could make. I think I succeeded. Freaked myself out too. Don't worry. Happy ending for this one. I can't tell why Ranma's so twisted or why Ranko is in his mind but all will be revealed in time.

Sorry about the freakiness. Would you believe I wrote this because my RL has been going so well lately? Ha hah!

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