A Ranma ½ King of Fighters x-over fanfiction
Disclaimer: I do not own Ranma ½ or King of Fighters… (deeeeep sigh)
Just A Little Update:
Revised Chapter 1, corrected some mistakes in Chapter 2.
Chizuru is still leading but only by a slim margin over Shermie. (I guess a lot of people like her 'assets' huh? ^^)
Working on Chapter 4 now… kinda hit a snag at a few scenes but I hope that I can finish it by the end of the week.
DoWNEr *Blink* Huh? What makes you think that this fic is a SI? I added Chris because like it or not, he is one of the main characters in KOF '97. If I didn't include Chris in the fic and just replace him with Ranma then that would've been nothing more than a cheap retelling of the KOF saga with Ranma in Chris' place.
Xeo Arigato. Nope, Shermie is not too far behind Chizzy Baby ^_^; I'll post the second counting next chapter.
Flames of Destiny
By Luc
Interlude I: Loneliness
Note: You should try listening to KOF '97/98 'Mad Fantasy' while reading this.
Alone… always alone…
Ever since I was little, I was always alone.
No parents since I could remember, adopted by numerous families, only to be brought back to the orphanage.
I felt no love for those families that took me in, I felt more alone with them rather than without them.
Was it Jealousy? Envy? Longing?
I already knew that I will not receive the same kind of love that their real children get from them.
There have been times that made me think that I'll have the love I so desire in the afterlife but… I can't.
I feel as if I still have something left to do in this world, something that will change my life completely.
That's when I decided that the only one I will truly believe in is myself.
So I tried to do everything by myself, I learned to cook, clean and do things by myself. I even managed to get a job at my young age.
I wanted everyone to see what I can do! I wanted to show them all!
Then, sleepless nights came to me… I wanted to know who my real parents are… I wanted to know if they loved me…
So I left the orphanage. And with the money that I have earned in those years of work, I began searching for my past.
I traveled around the world, almost always getting no clue whatsoever, until I arrived in Japan.
I feel as if someone is calling me in that land, telling me things that I have yet to understand.
And wouldn't you know it? I found my parents at last… buried in a small cemetery.
The love I longed for… only to have the chance of having it taken away from me in a cruel twist of fate.
I inherited their money, but I feel hollow inside…
I decided to go back to Sweden, but that's when I saw him…
His eyes are the same as mine.
The feeling of loneliness surrounding him just as it was enveloping myself.
The man's name is Ranma Saotome.
I had introduced myself to him and asked him if he could teach me how to fight, to protect myself and have fun doing it in the process.
We spent a couple of days basked in nature's glory.
In that short time I feel as if I have an older brother, a big brother to look up to… a brother whom I can trust with my life. But that doesn't mean that I can't joke around his cursed form once in a while.
I don't know what it is but when I am with him, I feel… complete. The emptiness inside me is being filled by him. I feel more alive than ever before! It's almost as if that we've known each other for a very long time no matter how crazy that could be.
I think he noticed it too… and I think I'm having the same effect on him as well.
I thought for sure that I have found what I was looking for but… the dreams returned.
That's when I was forced to leave the only one that I ever considered as family.
I wanted to find my purpose in life once and for all; I can only hope that I'll meet him again…
Next time, dreams or no, I will choose to stay by his side…
Alone… always alone…
I was never like this… monster that some people think that I have become.
I remember growing up like a normal child, basking in the love given to me by my mother and father.
I cried tears of sorrow when I was forced to leave my mother and our home.
Each time my 'father' beats me within an inch of my life, I silently wept at night and wished for the nightmare to end.
I was forced to fear those which I love when my father threw me into that damned pit.
I wanted it to stop! I wanted it to end!
I contemplated on committing suicide so the pain of betrayal that I felt in my heart would finally end.
But I keep on remembering her… my mother. Thinking of her grief upon my death made me think twice.
I… I have to go on… I have to… in order to be in my mother's arms once more.
So I lived, to feel more pain, more betrayals, more suffering…
Until she came into my life once again… but it was never meant to be.
My memories of the sweet, caring mother I remembered since I was a child was suddenly snuffed out.
The one I saw was a woman willing to kill her own child if he did not meet her demented expectations.
Betrayed once again… by the one that I think I loved more than life itself.
My hope died along with the memories of the loving mother I once knew…
Ever since that day, I started distancing myself from others, unnoticeably rejecting everyone around me.
Then that incident came to pass…
A voice called out to me, asking me if I wanted others to feel pain and suffering like I did. My answer…
Yes…
That was it. I have given in to my darkest thoughts and desires, and it gave me powers beyond my wildest dreams… but with that power comes a horrible price…
It forces me to recall everything that I have suffered since I was a child thus it brings out the worse in me. When the pain becomes too much to bear… I will become a monster.
Even when I decided to return, I was forced to leave my life and start a new one. A new life with a new curse…
I didn't want to do it but I figured I might as well face the music.
Dr. Tofu wanted me to meet my mother again…
I had no qualms committing seppuku if need be… what I don't want to see is the look of disgust and rejection on my mother's face when I tell her what really happened in China.
To my surprise, she just held me tight in her arms. I was lost in her gentle embrace… this is the mother that I knew, the mother that I love…
Even if I did get my mother back, she was still hiding things from me… and I think it has got to do with this curse of Orochi.
I left the place soon after, hoping that when I come back, she will be ready to tell me the truth.
I began searching for clues about Orochi and this 'magatama' flame.
One day I was attacked by a group of men claiming to be part of 'Yamazaki's gang'. Whoever this Yamazaki is, I'll make sure he gets what's coming to him.
After that lame assault, I was confronted by a young boy… a boy that reminded me so much of myself.
It surprised me how easily I agreed to train him. I decided to teach him the basics of Anything Goes… meaning insulting your opponents while fighting them.
It shocked me even more to find out that he was already doing those things before he came to me. He really is a natural in the style.
His speed is as fast if not faster than my female form, so dodging attacks is pretty easy for him. In just a few days he has already mastered the basics and was already trying to improve the techniques taught to him… heh, just like myself.
In that short time I have come to think of him as the brother I never had.
Though he denies it as much as I do, we feel a sense of belonging when we are together… we know each other's pain… each other's loneliness.
The burden that I hold in my heart was slowly being lifted by his carefree attitude.
When he left abruptly, I finally noticed that the loneliness that I felt before meeting him has been reduced because now I know that there is someone that understands what I am going through.
The one whom I love as a younger brother, the one whom I think I care for more than my parents.
I hope he finds what he is looking for and if by some chance we meet again…
I would be honored to have him as a part of the family…
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AN: Just a little insight on Chris and Ranma. It will also help the readers understand Chris a little better than with what they saw in Chapter 3 and in the game itself and I do hope this explains the 'brotherly' attitude of Ranma in Chapter 3.
Ranma uses the soul of ice when he fights and when he feels that he is losing control of himself to maintain his composure and to resist the urges he feels inside (Riot of Blood). Other than that, he reverts back to his original self (Just a little more 'mature' *Yes, pun intended… next chapter anyway ^^* in some aspects) when he is not fighting the urges. (Those that played KOF '96-'97 will know why the manic urges of Orochi happen the most during fights)
Ite… sorry, just having a bit of a migraine right now. So I'll just rest for a day or two first, Ja ne!
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