Disclaimer: Ranma 1/2 is the creation of Rumiko Takahashi. Calvin and Hobbes is
the creation of Bill Watterson. Divine Right is the creation of Jim Lee and
belongs to WildStorm Comics.
Divine Right is just used for my bet contestant though, so no need to be
familiar with the comic book, though it's always fun if you are. ^_^
This is a Ranma 1/2 & Calvin and Hobbes fusion entry for the 2nd Bet. That
said, if you're still reading, please send C&C to mercforhire@ranmamail.com
Legend:
"" Speech
'' Thoughts and panda signs
Imaginary conversation. Ranma and Hobbes only.
-----------------------------------------------------------
Ranma and Hobbes
-Prologue-
Max Faraday yawned as he went down the stairs of his beach house. Watching his
slacker butt get into gear, no one except for a select group of people would
even know or consider him to be the god of their specific reality as they knew
it.
Snapping open a can of Whak soda, he trudged along to the door of his and
Suzie's beach house to get the day's mail.
"Bill, bill, bill, yet another bill...For the love of...what's with all the
bills? We couldn't possibly have bought that much stuff and... hello!" Max said
as his sleepy eyes snapped to attention as he felt something batting at his
leg. Max looked down to see a grinning cat next to his leg.
The cat raised it's paw at Max and said, "Hello to you too! I'm Toltiir!"
Max started blinking for a few seconds, causing the cat to snicker, "What's the
matter kid, cat got your tongue?"
Max almost mechanically turned around, looked up the stairs and shouted, "Suze?
Have you been watching Sailor Moon while I'm sleeping again? I think I created
another talking cat from my subconscious!"
It was Toltiir's turn to blink, as a girl upstairs shouted back a response. "No
I haven't Max! All I've been watching was Ranma 1/2!"
A short pause. "You wouldn't have by any chance done something from -that-
series, Max?"
Max and Toltiir both sweatdropped as a giant panda lumbered by them to the
kitchen, grabbed a can of Whak soda and raised a wooden sign stating, "I'm just
a cute little panda enjoying his cool refreshing Whak soda!"
"I hope not, Suze!" Max quickly shouted back, still staring as the giant panda
walked off into the closet.
Toltiir cleared his throat as best he could to get Max's attention back. Max
blinked as he remembered the talking cat.
"Okay... that was certainly interesting," Toltiir said as one of his grins
began to adorn his catty face. "And this is sure to mean you'll have a good
entry for the bet!"
"Bet? Who or what are you?" Max said, still confused about the cat.
The cat leaped into the air and bapped Max on the head before landing back on
the ground. "Pay attention! Honestly, the gods these days just don't respect
their elder gods."
"Uhm...elder god?"
Toltiir sighed and then clapped his paws together. Suddenly Max and Toltiir
were no longer at the door of the beach house. Instead they were floating high
above Mimir's well.
"Okay, use that divine right thingie of yours to download the knowledge you
need, make an entry, yadda, yadda. In about a year, we'll tell ya if you won
the booby prize or something, okay? Foxie'll take care of ya. I'm off to look
for more participants. Ta ta!"
With that, the talking cat disappeared, leaving Max in mid air. Max was about
to use his powers to just teleport back home and dub this event as another "too
many taco diablos with extra sour cream" dream, but curiosity got the better of
him. Accessing his powers, his eyes began glowing blue before he closed them as
his entire body was enveloped in a silver blue coating. Ten seconds later his
eyes opened and he grinned. This bet thing sounded fun. He floated downward and
next to the fox, who pointed him at the well. Max went to the well and two
seconds later, another bet entry was formed.
Great Fox just sweatdropped as he saw the changes Max had made before banishing
from the area and back to where he came from. "Well, I did want diversity I
guess..."
***
Ranma pounded his fist backwards into the wall as he was forced to back into
it. 'This reaaalllllyyyyyy sucks...'
Those after him sneered, pounding their fists together to look more menacing.
In Ranma's eyes it was working as he saw all the other students moving wide
around them and generally moving far, far away from him. 'No help from them I
guess...'
Ranma quickly realized they were surrounding him. 'Crap!' Ranma stared all
around. Things didn't look good for him.
There was only one thing left to do.
"I am Ranma Saotome of the Saotome Anything Goes School of Martial Arts!" Ranma
stated, his voice ringing loud and clear, betraying no fear or nervousness.
Shifting to a stance unknown to his opponents, yet obviously a martial arts
stance, he began grinning cockily, causing the others to temporarily take a
step backwards before shifting their eyes. Saotome had to be bluffing. He'd
never shown this much backbone before. And even then, he couldn't take on all
of them. Could he?
And in fact...he was indeed bluffing. Ranma knew without a shadow of a doubt
what the outcome of the immediate future was gonna be. He'd been learning
martial arts for a while now, but group fighting...
Ranma closed his eyes in thought. He had no way to win with regular attacks.
But regular attacks weren't all he knew. Not by a long shot.
That said, he decided to implement his dad's fearsome secret technique, a
technique so powerful that if executed correctly, left it's victims temporarily
frozen in their tracks. It was a one time gambit he had been told and should be
used with extreme care and only in times of dire need. He took one quick look
around again. Yup, this probably qualified.
"Saotome Secret Technique!" He shouted, pushing his arms outwards and bending
his knees, pointing him in the direction of one of his enemies.
As his opponents braced themselves, shocked that Saotome could potentially be
able to beat them, Ranma jumped a bit into the air, shifting his position...and
landing only to run past his opponents. As Ranma left the stupefied opponents
behind he shouted backwards, "RUN AWAY!!!"
Ranma ran hard and fast. His opponents would have started to chase after him
any second ago. He ran faster.
His dad had said that after running away, there were two important steps to
follow. Think and attack. It was the great secret of the technique. You ran,
thought of a way to fight back and attack when they weren't expecting you.
Ranma however was only thinking of the first part. 'Gotta get away, gotta get
away, gotta get away, gotta...oof!'
Of course, it helped to watch were you're headed.
As it was, Ranma's pursuers caught up.
And surrounded him.
Successfully this time.
An imposing figure moved forward and stood next to the dazed Ranma on the
ground. It was Ryouga. All around bully and the bane of his elementary school
life. Well, secondary bane when put next to the school itself. Nothing could
possibly ruin school as much as being there. There was absolutely nothing fun
about it. Ranma stared up at the grinning faces above. Nothing.
"Hey Twinkie, it ain't nice to trick people! People think they're just stupid
idiots then! Why their feelings coulda been hurt! I'm afraid I'm gonna have to
charge you extra for today's stunt..." Ryouga drawled out. Somehow Ranma
thought running away had made things worse and Ryouga's statement confirmed it.
Ranma doubted anything else could confirm it as well as Ryouga's statement.
Ryouga cracked his knuckles, his buddies chuckling while they made sure there
was no escape for Ranma.
Ranma sighed. Well that was a worse confirmation.
***
"Hey Twinkie, it was nice doing business with ya!" Ryouga said, laughing as he
and his buddies moved on to their classrooms. His buddies, of course, were
leading Ryouga to the ropes that led him from class to class without getting
lost as he moved along the school's corridor.
Ranma grumbled as he rubbed his arm and went on his own way. That idiot Ryouga
was an annoyance, but he'd learned to live with annoyances. Ranma sighed. Yeah
right, whom was he kidding? Ranma began rubbing his slightly bruised arm all
the more. It was at times like this that he wondered why he'd ever thought it
would be funny to mess with Ryouga's direction rope that day. Okay, so it was
funny for a little while, but the comparative ratio of laughs to bruises just
didn't work out in Ranma's mind. And losing his lunch money sucked too. Today's
special was pizza for the love of god. They usually just had bread this or
bread that. He was gonna have to take some drastic measures about Ryouga.
A stick slammed down on the desk, narrowly missing crushing his fingers, and
causing him to snap to attention while shouting, "Hokkaido! Amaterasu! 7!
Tokugawa!"
Ranma hadn't even noticed he'd gotten back into class.
As the rest of the class snickered, Ranma's frazzled nerves settled back into
normalcy, or what passed for it. Then again, one look at the teacher's face
took care of the nerves again. "Hall. Bucket Duty. NOW..." was all that the
teacher had to say as Ranma scurried for the buckets and out the door, leaving
the snickering classmates behind.
'I hate school...'
***
Ranma growled as he stared at the design he was working on. In an attempt to
summon a god from the whirling vortex that would be formed out of the intricate
design he was making, he'd failed to remember that the design he made would
only work as long as it was not corrupted. And a liquid such as water was not
going to maintain its form for long before it spread out, damaging the design.
He blamed the teacher for being so cautious not to let him swipe a piece of
chalk. Teachers never understood his genius. Why he'd created this design
completely out of his mind. Whom else could say they were capable of creating a
vortex of summoning?
Both an old woman in China and an old man trapped inside a mountain, sneezed.
Still, the fact remained that he'd have to work quickly, or risk the water
dripping, and damaging the design. He'd have to work quickly if he was going to
have an audience with whatever god this would summon. "Capasellum. Alternati.
Illuminati!" he shouted, stretching his arms wide as he did so.
As a bright light flashed out of the design, Ranma noticed a single drop of
water in the middle of the design. The bright white light suddenly sputtered
and began shifting towards darker shades of colors, finally settling on a
crimson red. The crimson light all centered into a pillar outstretching upwards
from the design. Ranma watched the beam carefully, prepared to fight or run
from whatever came out of it. But nothing came out of the beam. Instead it
twisted one more time, directing itself to wards the door of his classroom.
Ranma's eyes widened as he saw the door slowly morphing under assault of the
crimson light. When the light finally died down, a foreboding black steel door
stood in its place, adorned by red dripping blood as well as skulls and bones
around the door's edge. And then it began to open.
A green oozing claw grabbed the edge, showing Ranma all he needed to know. He'd
summoned the gates of hell. He looked desperately for a weapon and settled on
the bazooka lying by his side. 'What luck!'
He tried to fire as he began seeing the drooling fangs and crimson eyes
reflecting in the darkness behind the door. Nothing happened. 'Damn! Out of
ammo! Some luck!'
Ranma threw the bazooka at the monster as he began sprinting down the corridor
and off to freedom.
The door creaked completely open, as the teacher stepped out to fetch Ranma
back into the classroom. At the very least to keep him quiet where she could
watch him. Only to be forced to watch a bucket heading towards her head.
"Ack!" was all she managed to squeak out as she narrowly dodged to the side, the
bucket clanking against the wall of the classroom. She shouted back inside,
"Sit down and start reading again! There's nothing that concerns you kids out
here! GOT IT???"
Watching the kids quickly scramble back into her seats, she looked down at the
corridor. Ranma obviously wasn't there. Only a swirling mess in the floor, a
bucket lying on the floor, the other obviously in the classroom, signified
Ranma had been here recently.
The teacher slapped her hand onto her face, covering it for the short while
that it took her to count slowly up to ten. "That child is gonna be the death
of me."
***
Ranma put the nastiest scowl as he was dragged along the floor of the school
corridors. He'd wiggle and try to escape as he was dragged towards the
principal office by the back of his shirt, but he didn't want to risk being
dragged by his hair should he fail to escape. The teacher had no sense of
humor. It wasn't his fault she'd been possessed by a low level demon. How was
he to know that bazookas scared them easily? Coward demons. Why, they'd been
scared by a stupid little bazooka and leaving him to take all the punishment.
Ranma noticed they'd stopped. In front of the principal's office. He was in
trouble again.
'I -REALLY- hate school...'
***
Ranma trudged along the rain, his hood flapping wildly from the wind. With or
without the hood it seemed he was gonna end up wet today. Life just stunk
sometimes. Well as soon as he got home, he'd just relax with Hobbes and watch
same cartoons. Of course, having had a lousy day, Ranma chose this of all days
to forget Hobbes habit of a special 'greeting.' So the results were obvious. As
soon as he shouted, "Tadaima!" while opening the door to his home, he was
bowled over by a fuzzy and cute lean tiger...that was at least three times his
size. They rolled fourteen times before friction forced them to come to a halt.
How was your day? Hobbes asked as he stood upright, hugging little Ranma whom
he'd picked up. Any thoughts of eviscerating the tiger disappeared with the
hug.
It's...getting better Hobbes. It's getting better
-End Prologue-
----------------------------------------------------------
Author's Notes: When Flashfyre5 made the challenge to write something different
from the usual x-over or fusion, I didn't think much of it at first, it was
just another gimmick to get more fics out there. And yet, the other day I was
going through some Calvin and Hobbes strips and a scene came into my mind about
Ranma having Hobbes around.
Somehow, just somehow, I convinced myself to write this as a fusion entry for
the 2nd Bet. I guess the gimmick worked. To Flashfyre5, I can only say that I
hope this has the diversity you were hoping for. ^_^
So what can you expect? Well as you can guess, the first part will deal with
Ranma's childhood. As can be seen from the prologue, Ranma's not a very good
fighter yet. The childhood is a very "Calvinized" Ranma, except for the fact
that Ranma is overall a nice guy, just mischievous.
Then I'll deal with the training journey itself and later, Nerima as well. As
he gets older, he'll develop more of what the original Ranma was while keeping
some of Calvin in him. Including a lifelong bond to Hobbes.
~Merc
the creation of Bill Watterson. Divine Right is the creation of Jim Lee and
belongs to WildStorm Comics.
Divine Right is just used for my bet contestant though, so no need to be
familiar with the comic book, though it's always fun if you are. ^_^
This is a Ranma 1/2 & Calvin and Hobbes fusion entry for the 2nd Bet. That
said, if you're still reading, please send C&C to mercforhire@ranmamail.com
Legend:
"" Speech
'' Thoughts and panda signs
Imaginary conversation. Ranma and Hobbes only.
-----------------------------------------------------------
Ranma and Hobbes
-Prologue-
Max Faraday yawned as he went down the stairs of his beach house. Watching his
slacker butt get into gear, no one except for a select group of people would
even know or consider him to be the god of their specific reality as they knew
it.
Snapping open a can of Whak soda, he trudged along to the door of his and
Suzie's beach house to get the day's mail.
"Bill, bill, bill, yet another bill...For the love of...what's with all the
bills? We couldn't possibly have bought that much stuff and... hello!" Max said
as his sleepy eyes snapped to attention as he felt something batting at his
leg. Max looked down to see a grinning cat next to his leg.
The cat raised it's paw at Max and said, "Hello to you too! I'm Toltiir!"
Max started blinking for a few seconds, causing the cat to snicker, "What's the
matter kid, cat got your tongue?"
Max almost mechanically turned around, looked up the stairs and shouted, "Suze?
Have you been watching Sailor Moon while I'm sleeping again? I think I created
another talking cat from my subconscious!"
It was Toltiir's turn to blink, as a girl upstairs shouted back a response. "No
I haven't Max! All I've been watching was Ranma 1/2!"
A short pause. "You wouldn't have by any chance done something from -that-
series, Max?"
Max and Toltiir both sweatdropped as a giant panda lumbered by them to the
kitchen, grabbed a can of Whak soda and raised a wooden sign stating, "I'm just
a cute little panda enjoying his cool refreshing Whak soda!"
"I hope not, Suze!" Max quickly shouted back, still staring as the giant panda
walked off into the closet.
Toltiir cleared his throat as best he could to get Max's attention back. Max
blinked as he remembered the talking cat.
"Okay... that was certainly interesting," Toltiir said as one of his grins
began to adorn his catty face. "And this is sure to mean you'll have a good
entry for the bet!"
"Bet? Who or what are you?" Max said, still confused about the cat.
The cat leaped into the air and bapped Max on the head before landing back on
the ground. "Pay attention! Honestly, the gods these days just don't respect
their elder gods."
"Uhm...elder god?"
Toltiir sighed and then clapped his paws together. Suddenly Max and Toltiir
were no longer at the door of the beach house. Instead they were floating high
above Mimir's well.
"Okay, use that divine right thingie of yours to download the knowledge you
need, make an entry, yadda, yadda. In about a year, we'll tell ya if you won
the booby prize or something, okay? Foxie'll take care of ya. I'm off to look
for more participants. Ta ta!"
With that, the talking cat disappeared, leaving Max in mid air. Max was about
to use his powers to just teleport back home and dub this event as another "too
many taco diablos with extra sour cream" dream, but curiosity got the better of
him. Accessing his powers, his eyes began glowing blue before he closed them as
his entire body was enveloped in a silver blue coating. Ten seconds later his
eyes opened and he grinned. This bet thing sounded fun. He floated downward and
next to the fox, who pointed him at the well. Max went to the well and two
seconds later, another bet entry was formed.
Great Fox just sweatdropped as he saw the changes Max had made before banishing
from the area and back to where he came from. "Well, I did want diversity I
guess..."
***
Ranma pounded his fist backwards into the wall as he was forced to back into
it. 'This reaaalllllyyyyyy sucks...'
Those after him sneered, pounding their fists together to look more menacing.
In Ranma's eyes it was working as he saw all the other students moving wide
around them and generally moving far, far away from him. 'No help from them I
guess...'
Ranma quickly realized they were surrounding him. 'Crap!' Ranma stared all
around. Things didn't look good for him.
There was only one thing left to do.
"I am Ranma Saotome of the Saotome Anything Goes School of Martial Arts!" Ranma
stated, his voice ringing loud and clear, betraying no fear or nervousness.
Shifting to a stance unknown to his opponents, yet obviously a martial arts
stance, he began grinning cockily, causing the others to temporarily take a
step backwards before shifting their eyes. Saotome had to be bluffing. He'd
never shown this much backbone before. And even then, he couldn't take on all
of them. Could he?
And in fact...he was indeed bluffing. Ranma knew without a shadow of a doubt
what the outcome of the immediate future was gonna be. He'd been learning
martial arts for a while now, but group fighting...
Ranma closed his eyes in thought. He had no way to win with regular attacks.
But regular attacks weren't all he knew. Not by a long shot.
That said, he decided to implement his dad's fearsome secret technique, a
technique so powerful that if executed correctly, left it's victims temporarily
frozen in their tracks. It was a one time gambit he had been told and should be
used with extreme care and only in times of dire need. He took one quick look
around again. Yup, this probably qualified.
"Saotome Secret Technique!" He shouted, pushing his arms outwards and bending
his knees, pointing him in the direction of one of his enemies.
As his opponents braced themselves, shocked that Saotome could potentially be
able to beat them, Ranma jumped a bit into the air, shifting his position...and
landing only to run past his opponents. As Ranma left the stupefied opponents
behind he shouted backwards, "RUN AWAY!!!"
Ranma ran hard and fast. His opponents would have started to chase after him
any second ago. He ran faster.
His dad had said that after running away, there were two important steps to
follow. Think and attack. It was the great secret of the technique. You ran,
thought of a way to fight back and attack when they weren't expecting you.
Ranma however was only thinking of the first part. 'Gotta get away, gotta get
away, gotta get away, gotta...oof!'
Of course, it helped to watch were you're headed.
As it was, Ranma's pursuers caught up.
And surrounded him.
Successfully this time.
An imposing figure moved forward and stood next to the dazed Ranma on the
ground. It was Ryouga. All around bully and the bane of his elementary school
life. Well, secondary bane when put next to the school itself. Nothing could
possibly ruin school as much as being there. There was absolutely nothing fun
about it. Ranma stared up at the grinning faces above. Nothing.
"Hey Twinkie, it ain't nice to trick people! People think they're just stupid
idiots then! Why their feelings coulda been hurt! I'm afraid I'm gonna have to
charge you extra for today's stunt..." Ryouga drawled out. Somehow Ranma
thought running away had made things worse and Ryouga's statement confirmed it.
Ranma doubted anything else could confirm it as well as Ryouga's statement.
Ryouga cracked his knuckles, his buddies chuckling while they made sure there
was no escape for Ranma.
Ranma sighed. Well that was a worse confirmation.
***
"Hey Twinkie, it was nice doing business with ya!" Ryouga said, laughing as he
and his buddies moved on to their classrooms. His buddies, of course, were
leading Ryouga to the ropes that led him from class to class without getting
lost as he moved along the school's corridor.
Ranma grumbled as he rubbed his arm and went on his own way. That idiot Ryouga
was an annoyance, but he'd learned to live with annoyances. Ranma sighed. Yeah
right, whom was he kidding? Ranma began rubbing his slightly bruised arm all
the more. It was at times like this that he wondered why he'd ever thought it
would be funny to mess with Ryouga's direction rope that day. Okay, so it was
funny for a little while, but the comparative ratio of laughs to bruises just
didn't work out in Ranma's mind. And losing his lunch money sucked too. Today's
special was pizza for the love of god. They usually just had bread this or
bread that. He was gonna have to take some drastic measures about Ryouga.
A stick slammed down on the desk, narrowly missing crushing his fingers, and
causing him to snap to attention while shouting, "Hokkaido! Amaterasu! 7!
Tokugawa!"
Ranma hadn't even noticed he'd gotten back into class.
As the rest of the class snickered, Ranma's frazzled nerves settled back into
normalcy, or what passed for it. Then again, one look at the teacher's face
took care of the nerves again. "Hall. Bucket Duty. NOW..." was all that the
teacher had to say as Ranma scurried for the buckets and out the door, leaving
the snickering classmates behind.
'I hate school...'
***
Ranma growled as he stared at the design he was working on. In an attempt to
summon a god from the whirling vortex that would be formed out of the intricate
design he was making, he'd failed to remember that the design he made would
only work as long as it was not corrupted. And a liquid such as water was not
going to maintain its form for long before it spread out, damaging the design.
He blamed the teacher for being so cautious not to let him swipe a piece of
chalk. Teachers never understood his genius. Why he'd created this design
completely out of his mind. Whom else could say they were capable of creating a
vortex of summoning?
Both an old woman in China and an old man trapped inside a mountain, sneezed.
Still, the fact remained that he'd have to work quickly, or risk the water
dripping, and damaging the design. He'd have to work quickly if he was going to
have an audience with whatever god this would summon. "Capasellum. Alternati.
Illuminati!" he shouted, stretching his arms wide as he did so.
As a bright light flashed out of the design, Ranma noticed a single drop of
water in the middle of the design. The bright white light suddenly sputtered
and began shifting towards darker shades of colors, finally settling on a
crimson red. The crimson light all centered into a pillar outstretching upwards
from the design. Ranma watched the beam carefully, prepared to fight or run
from whatever came out of it. But nothing came out of the beam. Instead it
twisted one more time, directing itself to wards the door of his classroom.
Ranma's eyes widened as he saw the door slowly morphing under assault of the
crimson light. When the light finally died down, a foreboding black steel door
stood in its place, adorned by red dripping blood as well as skulls and bones
around the door's edge. And then it began to open.
A green oozing claw grabbed the edge, showing Ranma all he needed to know. He'd
summoned the gates of hell. He looked desperately for a weapon and settled on
the bazooka lying by his side. 'What luck!'
He tried to fire as he began seeing the drooling fangs and crimson eyes
reflecting in the darkness behind the door. Nothing happened. 'Damn! Out of
ammo! Some luck!'
Ranma threw the bazooka at the monster as he began sprinting down the corridor
and off to freedom.
The door creaked completely open, as the teacher stepped out to fetch Ranma
back into the classroom. At the very least to keep him quiet where she could
watch him. Only to be forced to watch a bucket heading towards her head.
"Ack!" was all she managed to squeak out as she narrowly dodged to the side, the
bucket clanking against the wall of the classroom. She shouted back inside,
"Sit down and start reading again! There's nothing that concerns you kids out
here! GOT IT???"
Watching the kids quickly scramble back into her seats, she looked down at the
corridor. Ranma obviously wasn't there. Only a swirling mess in the floor, a
bucket lying on the floor, the other obviously in the classroom, signified
Ranma had been here recently.
The teacher slapped her hand onto her face, covering it for the short while
that it took her to count slowly up to ten. "That child is gonna be the death
of me."
***
Ranma put the nastiest scowl as he was dragged along the floor of the school
corridors. He'd wiggle and try to escape as he was dragged towards the
principal office by the back of his shirt, but he didn't want to risk being
dragged by his hair should he fail to escape. The teacher had no sense of
humor. It wasn't his fault she'd been possessed by a low level demon. How was
he to know that bazookas scared them easily? Coward demons. Why, they'd been
scared by a stupid little bazooka and leaving him to take all the punishment.
Ranma noticed they'd stopped. In front of the principal's office. He was in
trouble again.
'I -REALLY- hate school...'
***
Ranma trudged along the rain, his hood flapping wildly from the wind. With or
without the hood it seemed he was gonna end up wet today. Life just stunk
sometimes. Well as soon as he got home, he'd just relax with Hobbes and watch
same cartoons. Of course, having had a lousy day, Ranma chose this of all days
to forget Hobbes habit of a special 'greeting.' So the results were obvious. As
soon as he shouted, "Tadaima!" while opening the door to his home, he was
bowled over by a fuzzy and cute lean tiger...that was at least three times his
size. They rolled fourteen times before friction forced them to come to a halt.
How was your day? Hobbes asked as he stood upright, hugging little Ranma whom
he'd picked up. Any thoughts of eviscerating the tiger disappeared with the
hug.
It's...getting better Hobbes. It's getting better
-End Prologue-
----------------------------------------------------------
Author's Notes: When Flashfyre5 made the challenge to write something different
from the usual x-over or fusion, I didn't think much of it at first, it was
just another gimmick to get more fics out there. And yet, the other day I was
going through some Calvin and Hobbes strips and a scene came into my mind about
Ranma having Hobbes around.
Somehow, just somehow, I convinced myself to write this as a fusion entry for
the 2nd Bet. I guess the gimmick worked. To Flashfyre5, I can only say that I
hope this has the diversity you were hoping for. ^_^
So what can you expect? Well as you can guess, the first part will deal with
Ranma's childhood. As can be seen from the prologue, Ranma's not a very good
fighter yet. The childhood is a very "Calvinized" Ranma, except for the fact
that Ranma is overall a nice guy, just mischievous.
Then I'll deal with the training journey itself and later, Nerima as well. As
he gets older, he'll develop more of what the original Ranma was while keeping
some of Calvin in him. Including a lifelong bond to Hobbes.
~Merc