Legal: The characters of Ranma ½ were created by the great Rumiko Takahashi.
I am using them without permission, hopefully for the purpose of entertaining someone. If anyone who has a right to sue me has that desire, I have almost no money.
C&C is appreciated, you can contact me at brendan@wiltonnewyork.com. And if you want to see the earlier parts of this and my other stories, you can find them at http://www.wiltonnewyork.com/Brendan
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Ranma three and a half eyes
Chapter 4
by Brendan O'Donnell
Ranma stood in a clearing surrounded by eight ward covered boulders. Only his third eye was open. He gestured and a bolder began to rise in the air. Shifting his hand slightly, he caused the other bolders to rise level with the first. They began to slowly move in a circle around him. He turned his head, focused his third eye, and the wards on one bolder burst into flame. Then another set of wards, then two more sets, and then all the rest. Ranma droped his hands and the bolders fell back to the ground. He turned and looked at his mother who was contemplating another ward covered bolder.
"Good, you defeated those spells without triggering this one." Nodoka said with a smile. "I have to admit that I didn't expect you to improve this fast. Your father hasn't tried to teach you any magic before this has he?" Her smile changed into a frown.
"Untill I went to Jusenkyo I wasn't sure there was such a thing as magic."
"Good. He did promise me that." She looked off in the direction of Nerima. "You're still nowhere near mastering your full abilities, but you've learned what I can teach you as I am now. We just have to hope that you'll be able to teach yourself enough to be ready for what's coming."
"What is coming?"
"I wish I knew."
Genma shifted the strap of his backpack and raised one hand to shade his eyes as he contemplated the two mountain peaks with the sun shining between them. "Yeah, it's up there." He shook his head and sighed.
"The Tendo Dojo. Right where you wanted to be right?"
"Thanks. Not that I couldn't have found it on my own of course."
"Uh huh," The woman responded, her eyes half closed.
There was a loud, slightly wrong sounding scream from the Dojo behind the house.
"Akane!" Ryouga jumped over the wall and landed in the Tendo Yard. He ran into the Dojo, smashing the door to splinters rather than slow to open it. As he entered he froze.
Akane was at the back of the Dojo, her torn Gi liberally soaked in the blood that was pouring from the many cuts he could see. In front of her stood Shampoo, both hands on the hilt of the two edged longsword that was struck through Akane's chest to pin her to the wall like an insect in a collection.
"AAAAAAARRRRRR!!!!!!" Ryouga screamed as he charged at Shampoo.
Shampoo turned just in time to raise her hands against a punch that was practically burning from the power it contained. Drawing on every lesson she dispersed it's force through her, leting it's power be expended throwing her against the wall, and into the wall shatering the boards into dust. She pulled herself to her feet, then jumped away from Ryouga's followup attack. "Lost boy stop! Shampoo no hurt Akane!"
Ryouga growled in response, and continued his attack.
*Not good!* Shampoo thought as she dodged for all she was worth.
Akane blinked and looked around the Dojo. "Ryo. . ." she stopped, needing to cough up a mouthfull of blood. Glancing down at Shampoo's sword, she raised one hand to grab hold of it by the blade just in front of where it entered her body. With a slight grunt she pushed herself foreward, pulling the rest of the sword out of the wall.
Looking back at the fight, she saw Shampoo almost stumble on a section of the floor that had been shattered by one of Ryouga's earlier punches. The momentary distraction enabled Ryouga to connect with a jab which grazed Shampoo's right shoulder knocking her the ground rolling to the side of the Dojo. Ryouga leaped in pursuit.
Rushing foreward, Akane grabed Ryouga's arm as he drew it back for a descending stike. "Ryouga Stop!" She yelled, ignoring the sloshing sensation at the back of her throat.
Ryouga spun, fists raised, his face burning with Rage. "DON'T INTERFERE! She. . ." Ryouga froze, looking at Akane.
"I'm fine," Akane started, then paused to cough. Glancing at the blood she had just coughed up, she looked down at the sword still stuck through her chest. "Just a second," She mutttered, grabing the sword by the blade and pushing it foreward eight inches. She shifted her grip and pulled once again, this time pulling the entire blade out of her. "Don't worry Ryouga, I'll be fine in a few minuites."
Ryouga looked at her.
Akane frowned, looking at Ryouga. She raised a hand to wave in front of his face, with no response. Loosly clenching her hand, she turned it to gently knock on Ryouga's forehead. "Ryouga?"
Ryouga's eyes rolled back in his head and he collapsed onto the floor.
"Ouch, lost boy hit hard," Shampoo commented as she walked over to Akane, her left hand gently probing her shoulder. "Grazing strike not break bone but came close."
"Considering how it looked I think I understand," Akane commented, the watery quality fading from it as the blood drained from her increasingly restored lungs.
Shampoo looked at Akane. With a cry she moved foreward, slamming a fast elbow strike into the rapidly shrinking wound in Akane's chest. Akane staggered backward three steps into a defensive stance, and raised her hands. "Are you sure you want to continue?"
Shampoo grinned. "Not-living not only ones who need fight when hurt."
Kasumi looked at the woman standing outside her door. "Yes, Ms?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, I was trying to help someone I met on the road find this place. It just doesn't feel right leaving before I know that I haven't lead him the wrong way."
Kasumi glanced past her into the empty street.
"Oh, he just jumped over the wall. About yea high, black hair, yellow and black bandana."
"Oh, it's Ranma's friend Ryouga." She glanced back into the house. "Their probably still busy in the Dojo, would you like to come in and wait? I can brew up some tea for you."
"Tea should wonderful! If it's not to much trouble to you."
"Oh no trouble at all." Kasume replied, grateful for the distraction.
Daikoji knelt on the trail along the side of the mountain. He was a tall figure, dressed in a typical black Ninja Dogi. His head was uncovered however, allowing his coarse red hair to fall just short of blocking his black eyes
Looking into the forest beneath, he saw two figures. He scowled as he saw the magic flowing through and around the pair. "Can it really be coincidence?" He asked himself quietly. "and do I have time to report back to the elders." He raised one hand, and looked at it, concentrating. The skin rippled, colors fading into a deep black as the digits lengthened and thinned, becoming a quintet of knives. With a shake of his head he let the transformation lapse.
"The Clan is mother, the Clan is father." He muttered to himself. As a Ninja his duty was much more important than his own life. But at the same time, he knew his importance to the clans future.
Since time immemorable his clan had been the true rulers of the Mountains. Through ancient pacts they had mingled their bloodlines with those of the demon clans, and become stronger than any of the lesser clans who lived nearby through their sufferance. But over the years the bloodline had become thinner, with a recent influx of humanity nearly blotting out the demon blood. So the clan leaders had revived the ancient pacts, and given twenty women to the demons as a sacrifice. Three had been returned, so that they could die giving birth to Daikoji and his siblings.
"There's me, my brother and sister, and the other five half demons." He thought to himself. "And the coming meeting is too important to be jepordised by unknown powers in the valley below. I have to at least act with knowledge." He quickly wrapped his head leaving just his eyes uncovered. Then he paused to center his breathing. The black cloth suddenly shimmered to blend with the cliff behind him. It continued to blend with it's surroundings, as Daikoji leaped into the dense undergrowth, landing silently and moving quickly into the valley. There was no sign of his passage.
Ukyo stood behind her griddle, cooking a seven different okonimiyaki with the the smooth precise motions developed over ten years of constant practice. *The Sanjiyan posses the power to take the soul of one human during it's life. The Human who's soul is taken becomes one of the undead, no longer any part of the cycle of life and death, untill the Sanjiyan dies, and the soul is freed.* She forced herself from scowling at her customers.
"Here you go!" She said as she casually flipped the perfectly prepaired okonimiyaki onto the waiting plates.
*There has to be something more.* She could remember everything the books said about the Sanjiyan Uncara word for word. Not that there were very many words to remember. *And visiting the library simply confirmed that Gosunkugi has the best supply of books besides Colougne.* For a moment she saw herself sneaking into the Nekohanten. *I'm good, but I'm not that good.* She thought shaking her head. *What to do. . .*
Ranma looked around him. The forest looked the same.
"Is something wrong?"
"I'm not sure." For a moment he thought of looking with his third eye. Then he frowned and peered harder, reaching inside himself, feeling for the power of his magic. The plants and animals glowed in his sight, as paterns of mystical force became visible. The magic of any plant or animal was insignificant, but it was constantly in motion, trying to change the curve of their fate. Mystic spark fought mystic spark, forming a great chaotic see of power. Except in one spot surrounded by a bubble of highly ordered magic. Frowning Ranma looked more carefully at it. Suddenly he understood the pattern of magic surrounding the area. Coming from the black clad figure standing there.
The black clad figure who's eyes locked with his a moment. Then he leaped into the trees, throwing three knives at Ranma as he rose.
Leaping backward above the knives, Ranma landed in a defensive stance. Behind him his mother drew her sword and waited.
"What is it?" Nodoka said quietly.
"Was using magic to hide. Dressed like someone out of a cheap ninja movie."
I am using them without permission, hopefully for the purpose of entertaining someone. If anyone who has a right to sue me has that desire, I have almost no money.
C&C is appreciated, you can contact me at brendan@wiltonnewyork.com. And if you want to see the earlier parts of this and my other stories, you can find them at http://www.wiltonnewyork.com/Brendan
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Ranma three and a half eyes
Chapter 4
by Brendan O'Donnell
Ranma stood in a clearing surrounded by eight ward covered boulders. Only his third eye was open. He gestured and a bolder began to rise in the air. Shifting his hand slightly, he caused the other bolders to rise level with the first. They began to slowly move in a circle around him. He turned his head, focused his third eye, and the wards on one bolder burst into flame. Then another set of wards, then two more sets, and then all the rest. Ranma droped his hands and the bolders fell back to the ground. He turned and looked at his mother who was contemplating another ward covered bolder.
"Good, you defeated those spells without triggering this one." Nodoka said with a smile. "I have to admit that I didn't expect you to improve this fast. Your father hasn't tried to teach you any magic before this has he?" Her smile changed into a frown.
"Untill I went to Jusenkyo I wasn't sure there was such a thing as magic."
"Good. He did promise me that." She looked off in the direction of Nerima. "You're still nowhere near mastering your full abilities, but you've learned what I can teach you as I am now. We just have to hope that you'll be able to teach yourself enough to be ready for what's coming."
"What is coming?"
"I wish I knew."
Genma shifted the strap of his backpack and raised one hand to shade his eyes as he contemplated the two mountain peaks with the sun shining between them. "Yeah, it's up there." He shook his head and sighed.
"The Tendo Dojo. Right where you wanted to be right?"
"Thanks. Not that I couldn't have found it on my own of course."
"Uh huh," The woman responded, her eyes half closed.
There was a loud, slightly wrong sounding scream from the Dojo behind the house.
"Akane!" Ryouga jumped over the wall and landed in the Tendo Yard. He ran into the Dojo, smashing the door to splinters rather than slow to open it. As he entered he froze.
Akane was at the back of the Dojo, her torn Gi liberally soaked in the blood that was pouring from the many cuts he could see. In front of her stood Shampoo, both hands on the hilt of the two edged longsword that was struck through Akane's chest to pin her to the wall like an insect in a collection.
"AAAAAAARRRRRR!!!!!!" Ryouga screamed as he charged at Shampoo.
Shampoo turned just in time to raise her hands against a punch that was practically burning from the power it contained. Drawing on every lesson she dispersed it's force through her, leting it's power be expended throwing her against the wall, and into the wall shatering the boards into dust. She pulled herself to her feet, then jumped away from Ryouga's followup attack. "Lost boy stop! Shampoo no hurt Akane!"
Ryouga growled in response, and continued his attack.
*Not good!* Shampoo thought as she dodged for all she was worth.
Akane blinked and looked around the Dojo. "Ryo. . ." she stopped, needing to cough up a mouthfull of blood. Glancing down at Shampoo's sword, she raised one hand to grab hold of it by the blade just in front of where it entered her body. With a slight grunt she pushed herself foreward, pulling the rest of the sword out of the wall.
Looking back at the fight, she saw Shampoo almost stumble on a section of the floor that had been shattered by one of Ryouga's earlier punches. The momentary distraction enabled Ryouga to connect with a jab which grazed Shampoo's right shoulder knocking her the ground rolling to the side of the Dojo. Ryouga leaped in pursuit.
Rushing foreward, Akane grabed Ryouga's arm as he drew it back for a descending stike. "Ryouga Stop!" She yelled, ignoring the sloshing sensation at the back of her throat.
Ryouga spun, fists raised, his face burning with Rage. "DON'T INTERFERE! She. . ." Ryouga froze, looking at Akane.
"I'm fine," Akane started, then paused to cough. Glancing at the blood she had just coughed up, she looked down at the sword still stuck through her chest. "Just a second," She mutttered, grabing the sword by the blade and pushing it foreward eight inches. She shifted her grip and pulled once again, this time pulling the entire blade out of her. "Don't worry Ryouga, I'll be fine in a few minuites."
Ryouga looked at her.
Akane frowned, looking at Ryouga. She raised a hand to wave in front of his face, with no response. Loosly clenching her hand, she turned it to gently knock on Ryouga's forehead. "Ryouga?"
Ryouga's eyes rolled back in his head and he collapsed onto the floor.
"Ouch, lost boy hit hard," Shampoo commented as she walked over to Akane, her left hand gently probing her shoulder. "Grazing strike not break bone but came close."
"Considering how it looked I think I understand," Akane commented, the watery quality fading from it as the blood drained from her increasingly restored lungs.
Shampoo looked at Akane. With a cry she moved foreward, slamming a fast elbow strike into the rapidly shrinking wound in Akane's chest. Akane staggered backward three steps into a defensive stance, and raised her hands. "Are you sure you want to continue?"
Shampoo grinned. "Not-living not only ones who need fight when hurt."
Kasumi looked at the woman standing outside her door. "Yes, Ms?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, I was trying to help someone I met on the road find this place. It just doesn't feel right leaving before I know that I haven't lead him the wrong way."
Kasumi glanced past her into the empty street.
"Oh, he just jumped over the wall. About yea high, black hair, yellow and black bandana."
"Oh, it's Ranma's friend Ryouga." She glanced back into the house. "Their probably still busy in the Dojo, would you like to come in and wait? I can brew up some tea for you."
"Tea should wonderful! If it's not to much trouble to you."
"Oh no trouble at all." Kasume replied, grateful for the distraction.
Daikoji knelt on the trail along the side of the mountain. He was a tall figure, dressed in a typical black Ninja Dogi. His head was uncovered however, allowing his coarse red hair to fall just short of blocking his black eyes
Looking into the forest beneath, he saw two figures. He scowled as he saw the magic flowing through and around the pair. "Can it really be coincidence?" He asked himself quietly. "and do I have time to report back to the elders." He raised one hand, and looked at it, concentrating. The skin rippled, colors fading into a deep black as the digits lengthened and thinned, becoming a quintet of knives. With a shake of his head he let the transformation lapse.
"The Clan is mother, the Clan is father." He muttered to himself. As a Ninja his duty was much more important than his own life. But at the same time, he knew his importance to the clans future.
Since time immemorable his clan had been the true rulers of the Mountains. Through ancient pacts they had mingled their bloodlines with those of the demon clans, and become stronger than any of the lesser clans who lived nearby through their sufferance. But over the years the bloodline had become thinner, with a recent influx of humanity nearly blotting out the demon blood. So the clan leaders had revived the ancient pacts, and given twenty women to the demons as a sacrifice. Three had been returned, so that they could die giving birth to Daikoji and his siblings.
"There's me, my brother and sister, and the other five half demons." He thought to himself. "And the coming meeting is too important to be jepordised by unknown powers in the valley below. I have to at least act with knowledge." He quickly wrapped his head leaving just his eyes uncovered. Then he paused to center his breathing. The black cloth suddenly shimmered to blend with the cliff behind him. It continued to blend with it's surroundings, as Daikoji leaped into the dense undergrowth, landing silently and moving quickly into the valley. There was no sign of his passage.
Ukyo stood behind her griddle, cooking a seven different okonimiyaki with the the smooth precise motions developed over ten years of constant practice. *The Sanjiyan posses the power to take the soul of one human during it's life. The Human who's soul is taken becomes one of the undead, no longer any part of the cycle of life and death, untill the Sanjiyan dies, and the soul is freed.* She forced herself from scowling at her customers.
"Here you go!" She said as she casually flipped the perfectly prepaired okonimiyaki onto the waiting plates.
*There has to be something more.* She could remember everything the books said about the Sanjiyan Uncara word for word. Not that there were very many words to remember. *And visiting the library simply confirmed that Gosunkugi has the best supply of books besides Colougne.* For a moment she saw herself sneaking into the Nekohanten. *I'm good, but I'm not that good.* She thought shaking her head. *What to do. . .*
Ranma looked around him. The forest looked the same.
"Is something wrong?"
"I'm not sure." For a moment he thought of looking with his third eye. Then he frowned and peered harder, reaching inside himself, feeling for the power of his magic. The plants and animals glowed in his sight, as paterns of mystical force became visible. The magic of any plant or animal was insignificant, but it was constantly in motion, trying to change the curve of their fate. Mystic spark fought mystic spark, forming a great chaotic see of power. Except in one spot surrounded by a bubble of highly ordered magic. Frowning Ranma looked more carefully at it. Suddenly he understood the pattern of magic surrounding the area. Coming from the black clad figure standing there.
The black clad figure who's eyes locked with his a moment. Then he leaped into the trees, throwing three knives at Ranma as he rose.
Leaping backward above the knives, Ranma landed in a defensive stance. Behind him his mother drew her sword and waited.
"What is it?" Nodoka said quietly.
"Was using magic to hide. Dressed like someone out of a cheap ninja movie."
