A Ranma 1/2/Final Fantasy VII Crossover (With mentions of Sailor Moon)
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The End of the BeginningSpace.
It's so...
Vast.
Filled with millions of stars, shining in their beauty, yet so empty, so dark. So beautiful, and so terrifying.
Ranma sighed and looked away. It was different from what he imagined. What he expected. Which really wasn't anything at all in the first place.
It felt strange to him, after months of debate, hours of careful consideration, to finally leave Earth, his home planet, the world he had been born in, the world that nurtured him, and made him what he is now.
"A penny for your thoughts." A light, harmonious voice.
He turned around and looked into deep violet eyes.
"Just thinking about the journey." And reminiscing about the past.
The two stood, side by side, on the command deck of the dominion star fleet, along with three hundred galaxy cruisers, containing a totally of fifty thousand Saturnians, under orders of Neo-Queen Serenity, to venture into the universe, and to find a new home.
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The spirits of this world...
It was beautiful.
Harmony.
Peace.
Tranquillity.
Yet it wasn't theirs to take.
"We are a peaceful people. We love the planet, we nurture her, and in return, she cares for us. Your people do not, would not, understand her as we do. You will destroy her. You realize this, don't you? You who among all your people, are the only one who feel her presence. Please, leave us."
Ranma nodded. "We will. But we need to rest and refresh ourselves, it has been a very long journey."
The High Priestess watched him. And nodded.
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Pain.
Anger.
And hatred.
Always the hatred.
Once, she was beautiful.
She was powerful.
She was feared.
She would have had more.
Much, much more.
The Earth, the Moon, the Solar System, the Galaxy, the Universe.
And... Endymion.
But now, only the hatred remained.
So much of it, consuming, driving her. A fragment of her former self.
Sometimes, during her travels from planets to planets, finding new sources of power to devour, she would glimpse the image of a girl with long blond hair and pretty blue eyes, and with it, always comes the hate; a flash of memory, perhaps? But the images slowly faded in time. Until all she had left was the hate.
Nothing else mattered. Only the hate, and the need to destroy.
Who? She sometimes 'wondered'.
And now she knew.
She felt, she followed, she found.
And she would infest, conquer, and destroy.
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" ...took us by surprise. Fifty thousand people. Down to a mere two thousand. Our fleet all but destroyed, all means of communication completely knocked out. No way to escape. No way to send for help, or even to alarm the Queen of our situation." He spoke softly. Tired. So very tired.
"Help us, please." A plea.
"You need not have asked. The monstrosity deceived us, infected us, changed our brothers and sisters into the creatures that killed your people. It lies in the crater, feeding on the energy of the planet, preventing her to heal. We were fools to have welcomed it." She nodded. "We will fight alongside you, if you will have us."
A smile, and a glimmer of hope.
"Thank you."
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The glaive felt heavy in her hand.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
She moved silently. Indigo eyes scanning the vicinity around her. She was born with a destiny, her path set out to her before her being. Power, vast power, has been give to her since the dawn of her existence. The power to destroy the world. Even though the need for her to do so never arrived, nevertheless, hatred and fear shadowed her because of the power she wields.
Alone, she has always been alone.
Until he came.
She smiled briefly.
For you. For me. For us. For our future.
She jumped passed a group of pinkish, needle-like creatures and made a sharp turn, intending to take her business with the leader, she came to a stop.
"Papa?"
The white-haired man nodded and smiled. Warm and friendly. "My daughter, my precious child, how you've grown." He held out his arms. "Come, give your father a hug."
Tears burned in her eyes. Her mind a maelstrom of emotions. There was a lump in her throat, choking her.
"Papa!"
She ran towards the man.
The sound of her footsteps.
The sound of one body hitting another, a little 'oomph' sound, a hug.
The sound of her laughter.
The sound of her surprise.
"Papa?"
The sound of the glaive felling on the ground.
The sound of flesh torn apart, of bones breaking, tendons snapping, blood splattering.
And all was silence.
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He wept for her until he had no more tears to shed. She was his friend, sister, teacher, student, advisor, companion, lover.
He was adequate in the art of healing, but he was not the Queen, he could not bring back the dead.
She was gone. Forever.
"Will you be able to do this?" The priestess asked. "The creature needs to stay within the crater for our plan to work."
He nodded.
"Yes. But will the price be worth it?"
"It matters not. At least this way, the planet has a chance to survive."
"For the planet..."
And for you. For me. For us.
He cast one last glance at the sleeping child.
"I am ready."
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Pain.
It's all he felt. Every inch of his body, screaming at him.
Pain.
Breathe, just breathe.
He did. And he stood.
Cocky smile, don't forget the cocky smile.
Time for round number fifty-eight, or is it fifty-nine?
"Is that all you've got?"
"Perhaps. But can you kill me, when I look like this?"
Akane's face looked back. Full of mockery.
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"Perfect..."
Breathe in.
"Shi..."
Breathe out.
"Shi..."
Breathe in.
"Hoko..."
Breathe out.
"Dan!"
Breathe...
And the world was green.
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Green was a nice color. It's better than red. Because red symbolizes blood, and red was all he could see a while ago. After admiring the green around him, he decides that he definitely prefers it over red. Strange… so much green…
Green was everywhere, burying him within its veiled embrace.
The Cetra have struck.
Escape. Get out before their full power blows him to kingdom come. But… so tired, so weary.
Green was everywhere.
Why is it so cold here? Where did the ice come from? What happened to the grass?
Green.
Tired.
Green.
Weary.
Green.
So cold.
Green was calling to him. Murmuring his name. He heard her voice. Musical. Like the sound of those silver bells in the palace, tinkering in the wind. She was telling him to go, to get away. But he was so tired, so weary, so cold...
And everything was green. Until it finally disappeared into the void.
A.N. Feeling confused? Bewildered? Completely puzzled and stumped on the plot? Don't worry, you're suppose to feel this way. That's why it's the prologue. ^_^ One thing: The Cetra were the native inhabitants of The Planet, instead of explorers who stumbled upon it.
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