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Hitzusen, Chapter 1
A young girl sighed. She was about 16 or 17, dressed in a red silk Chinese shirt, baggy black pants, and slipers. Her red-hair was simply hanging down to the back of of shoulders to the small of her back; it wasn't tied at all. She actually liked the rain; she didn't like her shirt clinging to her chest. That was something she learned to deal with over time though.
She noticed a shop while she was walking down a street in Shibuya; it did interest her slightly though. Not just the face it had a Chinese sign, but the fact it had many strange things she had never seen before. Through the rain, she could make out the writting on the sign, but just barely. The other letters were too worn out to see what they said.
She opened up the doors to a shop called "Rare & Strange Artifacts" and the 'welcome' bell chimmed. An old man slowly walked up to her, he seemed to be very old; his japanese wasn't very good, but she could still understand it.
"Hello young woman. What do seek you here?"
"Do you have any interesting artifacts? Some that are out of the ordinary?"
She spoke in Chinese.
The man nodded to the young girl and lead her through curtains that depicted a dragon soaring through the sky with many gods in the background. She was about to ask him about the curatin, but he shook his head and motioned her into the back room. There was a lone mirror in the middle on a small pedestal.
"This is the Darkness Mirror." He pointed towards the lone mirror in the room. "It is said to grant wishes...only to certain people." He spoke in Chinese this time.
She slowly walked towards the mirror. She only took only one step before a voice sounded in her head.
"Hello young one. What is it you seek?" The mirror spoke in Japanese; it seemed fitting though. It was Japan and she was of Japanese origin.
The girl bowed in respect; this was a great force she was dealing with. She looked up towards the direction of The Darkness Mirror; her eyes were hurting for a problem long ago.
"I see. You wish to remove something that has befallen you." The girl nodded.
"I cannot." The girl frowned, but the mirror spoke once more.
"I can however sense a great pain and hardship in you heart." She then explained the Neko-ken training, how her father was carted off and killed, how she met the Amazons, then how she was cursed in Jusenkyo and to the locking of her curse.
"And may I ask your name?"
"My name...Saotome. Saotome Ranma." The mirror broke, shining a white light through the store; but when the light receeded, only a white, round fluff ball with the feet of a rabbit, short arms and long ears.
"What...the...hell is that?" She pointed at the white marshmallow standing in the broken debries of the Darkness Mirror.
"I am the one called Mokona Modoki. I was made by one called Clow and a fourtune teller by the name of Yuko Ichihara, sent here for this purpose." She wasn't that all that surprised; she had seen alot of strange things in her life time.
"Saotome Ranma, your meeting me here is not a concidence. It is 'Hitsuzen'. You have the abilities to do great things in your time." Mokona barely moved his (1) mouth to say all those words.
"So what is 'Hitsuzen'?" Ranma asked.
"Humans would call it destiny. It is already choosen when you entered the world."
Ranma nodded. Mokona opened his mouth and a vortex appeared, pulling Ranma into a strange place where time didn't stop for anyone or anything.
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During her process of shifting realms, Ranma heard a voice in her head.
So you are Saotome Ranma.
Yes.
Mokona Modoki will now be your guide. Listen to him well.
Before she could reply, she was throw out of her void and into a new world that wasn't Japan, she could tell.
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Her surrounding were mostly consited of lush rainforest like environments, this didn't bother her, but it was quite relaxing to be back around vegitation and out of the industral cities of Japan. This place certainly reminded her of China.
"We are now in the first world, this is a world in the grip of an evil shape shifter."
Mokona said sitting beside Ranma. When Ranma looked at him, he had his gaze transfixed on a darker part of the forest. Mokona now hoped on Ranma's shoulder as she slowly waited.
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A few minutes passed and nothing appeared. Now she started to walk towards the darker end. Maybe it was waiting for Ranma, but when she started walking, a figure appeared.
This figure was clad in a white robe with faded purple lines outlining the split in his robe and his sleeves. He also holstered what looked like a standard Japanese katana, but the white holy aura that eminated from it was anything but normal.
The wandering samurai (or ronin) now came within a few paces of Ranma. The figure looked at Ranma with a cold gaze cast upon her. Before she could ask him anything, he unsheathed his katana and took up a stance; sword raised near eye lenght and blade pointed outwards to the right with the flat reflecting his eyes behind him, his feet spread out.
He disappeared in the moment it took to blink, as did Ranma. After images could be seen if the action slowed down, shockwaves and flashes could be seen and heard. The untrained would put it off as wind or someone doing something in the forest that involved alot of lights. Even the trained had a hard time following them; they were both so well trained.
The samurai would slash at Ranma, she would counter by holding his sword between her middle and pointer finger and punch at him rapidly, but he would block every pucnh. This went on for a good hour neither being able to hit one another, they both were on such a high level. Ranma was starting to tire; this is the toughest opponent she has had to face for real.
He did manage to graze Ranma's arm alittle on the left side; this caught him off guard and Ranma was able to kick him back and catch her breath.
Jack hopped back up and sheathed his katana. He walked slowly over towards Ranma who was catching her breath, but she was surprised by him out streaching his arm.
"I am turly sorry young miss. I thought you were one of the many men after my head." She looked at him strangely, but by the tone of his voice, he sounded honest. She gratefully had accept his help then he spoke agian.
"I should of known one as beautiful as you could never be a bounty hunter." Ranma blushed at this statement. "Know that we are on frendlier terms. He sat down infront of her then started agian, "I am Jack. Samurai Jack."
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Jack had explained to her that he was trained in many different arts. Ranma also explained how she was trained in the Neko-ken, Kenshin Tenshin Amaguri-ken, the Bakusai Tenketsu, the Hiryu Shoten Ha and ki minipulation. Jack nodded through her explaination as she counted the way down on her fingers.
After she was done, Jack then pointed towards Mokona sleeping with a sleep bubble coming out of where his nose was supposed to be.
"What is THAT?" He exclaimed.
Ranma put a finger on her chin and shruged. "Maybe its a marshmallow?" Jack faceplanted and sweatdropped. Ranma started to laugh while Jack was getting up. He coughed sarcasticly and nodded.
"Quite interesting..."
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Author Notes: (1)- Mokona has no definate sex, so I will just define 'him' in the male persona.
How did you like Chapter 1? Most other chapters probably won't be this long. I don't want it to be a story you have to sit down for 1-2 hours to read a chapter (if your a not so fast reader like me), but more of a story that takes 10-15 minutes a chapter. I already have to second chapter written up on paper, now I just need to type it.
Expect and update very soon, one or two days.