Ghost Raised Files 1:

The Engagements.

AN: A person wondered why two monster families' accepted the compromise of letting them all be engaged and Ranma deciding later. This is the answer.

AN2: Did some revisions on previous chapters, nothing major but some things were changed.

The Ibis family, the fiancées of the soul teenaged male in the group, as well as the alchemically created dragon/sword was gathered in the family room for a family event to celebrate the first full day living together, by playing the import game, Clue. Moka was helping to set up the game, when she asked, "Just how did you get to know my father, and how did you two end up engaging Ranma to the both of us Mr. and Mrs. Ibis?" she asked as she picked one of each of the weapon, suspect, and location cards and slipped them into the envelope. She also selected Miss Scarlet as her character.

Mizore added her two cents as she shuffled the remaining cards and started dealing them out to the group, "I'm curious as well, but it never seemed the right time to ask, but since we have both parties responsible here..." she then set Mrs. Peacock, as her token.

Pamela as she chose her character, Mrs. White, noticed Ranma's interested expression as he grabbed Colonel Mustard, and after seeing Roxis nod and grab Professor Plum sighed and, started in on her story as Luminus grabbed the remaining piece, Mr. Green.

-Wavy flashback effect-

Pamela's voice-over: It was thirty years ago when I first met Moka's father, and I rolled a six...

Pamela was travailing around looking for rare ingredients to experiment with, noticed an old fashioned for the current time period, wagon, this wagon had a person who looked like a noble man traveling inside.

The man, who normally doesn't deign to interact with the common people, told his driver to stop near the girl, as he recognized something from an old moldering book. The book was written in a language dead for many millennia, but one picture was still fairly clear, if discolored and faded. It was a picture of a young woman in a fairly intricate school type uniform holding a stuffed bear, and said girl, or a remarkable facsimile appeared to be gathering herbs at the edge of his territory.

Pamela's voice over, "This was my first meeting with the man whom would become Moka's father. I suspect Mustard in the library with the revolver."

A relatively young looking man with white hair, red eyes, and black clothes stepped out of the carriage and approached the girl who was putting plants in a basket. "Hello miss, I was wondering if you could come with me, I have a few questions I need to ask you," he said politely, as he figured that would get him further than intimidation.

"Ummm, sure," the ghost girl replied then followed the noble looking man to the carriage.

"The man told me that what he needed to ask me was in relation to something in his castle. One, two, three, and four puts me in the kitchen. I suspect Mr. Green with the lead pipe in the kitchen."

As they approached the castle Pamela was impressed by the grand blue capped white castle, as well as the canyon and long drawbridge that protected it. It was nearly twenty minutes later that they finished crossing the bridge and another ten before they were at the gates to the castle. The man got out and led the way to the library. Upon arriving he went to a glass case, carefully removed an old moldy book, and carried it to a table. He gently set it down, and flipped through the pages with the utmost of care. Upon arriving at the correct page, which showed a girl that looked exactly like the one in the same room as him, in the middle of a group of people, and said, "There."

Pamela floated over to the book, and caused the serious looking vampire a bit of a surprise. She looked at the book, and exclaimed, "Oh, it's a bit of the History of Al-Revis Academy. This picture was taken just before our group split up; see there are Jess, Roxis, Vayne, Flay, Anna, and myself. This page talks a bit about one of our adventures…" she stopped and sighed as she remembered the events of the past.

"Wait a second! This book has been in my family for nearly two thousand years, how are you able to read it when we couldn't, and what do you mean you where there?" the testy vampire roared, which had the effect of snapping her out of her memory induced haze. She then started with an extremely cute sad face, and began to sink through the floor. He recovered his composure when he realized the answer to one question, which handily answered the second, he then said in a gentle voice, his heart melted slightly by her face, "Sorry, you're a ghost aren't you, and you've been around since before this book was written right?"

"Yes," the ghost replied while coming back up through the floor.

"This was our first of many meetings, during those meetings we talked about topics such as the academy, current technology, current attitudes vs. the attitude from when he was younger vs. from when I was around, art, music, and alchemy… along with many demonstrations. Then came a time seventeen years later, and I accuse Miss Scarlet in the study with the rope… NOOOO!

A rain and mud speckled man ran up to a house in a small town during a fierce thunderstorm, leaving a bus door open. Behind the wheel of the bus was a spooky man with glowing eyes and a cigar, whom was repaying a favor to the wet man by providing fast transportation. The man pounded on what to him, was the door of his last hope. The door opened revealing a rectangle of light and a cheerful young woman, who promptly lost her cheer at the sight of the man's face and lost dignity. "What's wrong Issa?

"My wife, she's dying and the doctors say it's only a matter of time," the dirty and existed man said tiredly while sparks were flying off of him due to the rain.

"Come in and dry off for a bit, I'll collect what might be useful from my stock and brew the strongest medicines I can," the ghostly alchemist said kindly.

She took her copy of her dear old, dead friend Jess's bag, and stocked it with the best of her created medicines she then grabbed a basket of ingredients labeled elixir, a medicine, that while powerful, had a short shelf life, a shelf life measured in weeks. Paying close attention to detail, as she didn't want to disappoint her friend she quickly brewed up a dose, while muttering, "If this doesn't do it nothing will."

Twenty minutes later the potion was bottled, Stoppard, padded, and extra ingredients just in case in her bag. Coming through the wall she noticed the bedraggled man standing in almost the exact same place she had left him. "I got what I need, let's hurry," she said.

"It was a harrowing bus ride to his castle, and for someone like me, who never road in a normal modern vehicle before was quite a unique experience. Soon enough we arrived, and I had a brief flash of amusement when he tried to drag me to his wife, but that passed quickly as I got her direction from him, and started moving through the walls to her. As my method of movement was more direct I arrived far faster than he did. I saw upon my arrival a three year old child with silver hair holding a beautiful pink haired woman's hand. Now that I think of it Moka she looked almost identical to your current sealed form. It's okay Moka we can do better next game."

"Who *sniff* you?" the child asked.

"A friend of your fathers and you must be Moka. I need to see to your mother," Pamela said with a sweet smile. She was actually quite worried about the woman on the bed who was having trouble breathing.

Moka moved out of the way and the ghost set here bag beside the bed, after a second of looking at the woman on the bed she took out the elixir just as Issa rushed in. Pamela looked toward the door and said, "Issa, hold her up and help me make her drink this. It is the most powerful medicine I know how to make."

The named vampire made his wife sit up, and massaged her throat to make her swallow while Pamela poured the elixir into her mouth. After it was gone she set the bottle aside and looked at her patent, who was already breathing easier.

Issa noticed the rapid improvement as Pamela reached into her bag and pulled out a small cauldron, after setting it on the large fireplace in the room, she carefully added water from several bottles, and several other ingredients were added, a bit in a concealed way. Twenty minutes later the ghost had bottled another elixir just in case it was needed.

"She should be fine now, but give her this when she wakes up to make sure," Pamela told the vampire, and smiled as the little girl took hold of her mother's hand again.

"Pamela, mind if we talk on the way out?" the vampire asked. Upon seeing her nod they walked toward the front door. "I was wondering, could you teach me your art?" the vampire asked seriously.

Pamela shook her head as she answered, "I have no intention of teaching anyone besides any child I might wish to adopt."

"I see," said the S class monster. "I hope you will reconsider sometime, I would love to have such a powerful and useful art in the family," he added as they approached the door.

"He left me to walk to the bus alone so that he wouldn't end up overly weakened by going out in the pouring rain again. Then four years later after I had adopted Ranma and started to teach him alchemy I remembered his comment. Since his child was cute, and part of an obviously rich family I approached him with a offer while my new husband Roxis was out of town, and Mizore, no using your powers to create mirrors so you can cheat."

A ghostly girl was waiting in a luxurious study for her friend to arrive. It wasn't long before he appeared though.

"Ah, Pamela, nice to see my favorite ghost again, you said in last week's letter that you had some personal news?" the normally stoic vampire said with a smile.

"Yes, I recently adopted a son, and am teaching him alchemy, and remembered how you were interested in getting it into your family. It occurred to me that this might be an opportunity for you to do so, and strengthen the bond between our families," Pamela said, thankful that she had learned some tact over the millennia.

The vampire smiled as he saw where this was heading, and nodded as he responded, "I see, you wish to engage him to my daughter? I have no problem with that, but how did you come to adopt a son suddenly?"

Pamela took the next hour describing how she had met Ranma, and the first few days with him. Issa wasn't happy about engaging his daughter to a cursed individual, but considered that it might help the boy accept his daughter when the time comes. He also suggested that the two exchange letters, so that they wouldn't be complete strangers when they met face to face. A few hours later Pamela left the house, unaware of the problems she had just caused her son.

-End flashback-

"I accuse Mr. Green who used Colonel Mustered as a weapon, in the study," Luminus announced when Pamela's story had ended. (EN1)

The rest of the group looked at the little dragon in shock as quickly checked their cards. Nobody could disprove it, so Luminus worked the cards out of the small envelope that held the solution and placed them down. The three cards were Mr. Green, Colonel Mustard, and the study. Everybody looked toward the vampire in the group and sighed. While she ducked her head in embarrassment Roxis stared to reset the game as he stared his story.

-Wavy flashback effect-

Roxis voice over, "My story involving Ranma's engagement to Mizore starts a few months before Pamela's last part. I had heard from various sources about some rare ingredients Pamela and I were looking for in the far north, so several months after we had married to give me a legal identity, not that I actually minded, I set off northward to the arctic. Oh, and since I rolled a six I'll move into the kitchen and I suspect Colonial Mustered with the wrench in the kitchen.

A young man of around twenty years in alchemically created cold weather gear was walking through the deep snow of the arctic. He had a bag that contained a massive amount of supplies on his left hip, and on his right was a similar bag that had some pieces of unmelting ice, some flowers that only grew in such climates, and a few other ingredients. Unfortunately the temperature was dropping far more rapidly than he was expecting, and that, combined with the blinding blizzard he found himself in soon caused him to lose consciousness.

Twelve hours later he woke up in a room that seemed to be carved out of ice, warmed by a cheery fire. A small child was peeking through a cracked open door at the man inside. He didn't notice though as he started looking for his glasses. By the time he found them she was gone. Shortly after he found his glasses he got up and got dressed. The door soon opened all the way revealing a pretty woman with a little girl peeking out from behind her.

"Well hello, you're lucky we had a few people out yesterday, or you might've died," the woman said.

"Thank you, my name is Roxis Rosenkrantz-Ibis; may I ask what your name, as well as your child's name is?" Roxis asked politely.

"You're married?" upon seeing his nod the woman said, "Pity, but my name is, Tsurara Shirayuki, and this is my daughter Mizore."

"Thank you Tsurara-san for helping me, is there something I can do to repay you?" Roxis asked, as he never liked being in peoples debt.

Tsurara smiled at the question, and replied, "As a matter of fact there is, our oracle said that you have a son who is an heir to a powerful art. I would like to engage my daughter to him."

"At this time I had no clue about Pamela making Moka's engagement, and upon noting that little Mizore was cute I agreed. Sorry Ranma your accusation is false, see?"

"I agree on two conditions," Roxis said.

"And those are?" the snow woman asked curiously.

"That if they don't get along to the point it would be a happy marriage, the engagement will be ended, also that Mizore will be in contact with my son so that they could get to know each other," The bespectacled alchemist said.

"Agreed," the woman said.

-End flashback-

"And that was how I ended up engaging Ranma to you Mizore. Your mother arranged for me to get the rest of the ingredients I came for and helped me get back to the meeting place for the boat home. I also accuse Mrs. White in the library with the lead pipe," Roxis said as his story wound down.

Everybody looked at their cards and sighed. Roxis smiled, checked the solution, and set them on the table face up to prove he was right. Just then the grandfather clock on the north wall sounded.

"Well you three have school tomorrow, so I'll clean up while you get ready for bed," Roxis said as he started gathering the cards up.

"Yes dad/Mr. Ibis," the three almost chorused as they went to their rooms to do their normal nighttime routine of studying, researching, or just reading a book before bed.

Soon after Roxis had finished cleaning up he wished his wife goodnight and went to bed as he himself had a long day tomorrow.

EN1: I have had this happen.

EN2: Roxis's part is far shorter since he didn't have as much of a back-story before the engagement happened.