A Different School
a fic by Prospero Hibiki
Disclaimer: Please don't stone me! I know it's wrong evil and cruel
of me to do this, but I will anyway. THIS IS NOT A DARK FIC! REALLY!
I SWEAR! These characters ain't mine and I'll return them I swear.
I'm also not making any money from writing this and since I own
nothing, all you'll get is debts.
^_^;
Prologue: Never Lost
It was a dark day in the Nerima ward of Tokyo. The battles of
the past two years had left the residents of the ward desensitized to
the violence of their every day lives, and for the first time it was
truly coming back to haunt them. The elite of the area called
themselves martial artists and they were, but it had never occurred to
them just what that meant. Until now. They understood now. They
understood in a way that they had never thought they would. For Death
had visited their own. Some of them had been called upon to make the
ultimate sacrifice of a martial artist. And no one really knew how it
had happened. All the people of Nerima knew was that three lawyers had
arrived in Nerima this cold, dark day with three legal documents.
The first will read was that of Khu Lon, Matriarch of the
Joketsuzoku, and there were few surprises in it for she left almost all
of her belongings to Xian Pu. To Mu Tzu she left a single ancient tome
and a small bag, which the lawyers had brought with them. He'd looked
up hurt, betrayed, and angry but when questioned he waved everyone away
refusing to speak.
Next Happosai's, Grandmaster of Anything Goes, lawyer read his
will. Happosai's bequests startled everyone as he left enormous sums to
a vast variety of people from all three Tendo sisters, Ms. Hinako, Ukyo,
and an ever growing list of children ranging from twenty to several
still as yet unborn. For twenty minutes his list of heirs grew to
include land grants across the globe to orphanages and schools. As time
passed people grew more and more stunned at Happosai's generosity.
Nabiki silently swore as she realized she'd had no clue Happosai had had
that much wealth and after the hundredth bequest of over one hundred
million yen she passed out twitching on her cushion. As his will came
to a close he included a large amount of money to be given to Taro whose
name he had changed to Kazuma.
As interesting as these two wills were, it was the third
document that everyone had gathered together to here. For it had been
three people that had departed Nerima on a previous day four months
earlier. Three acknowledged masters of their art that had set out to
defeat an evil that none had even realized existed until a short not had
been left explaining why they had gone. And so the sight of this last
will froze the hearts and souls of all present. For Ranma Saotome was
dead.
It was a short will for he hadn't owned much. What he did have
went primarily to his fiancés in one form or another, mostly mementos of
various fun times that had all had together. By the time most of those
were allocated the girls were coming out of their shock and had to be
excused. At the end there were only two remaining bequests to be made.
"To Ryoga Hibiki, I leave the honor of my school. You have always been
my best rival and pushed me harder than I could have ever pushed myself.
Let it be said that Ranma Saotome never lost when it counted. This is
the burden I leave to you, Ryoga. Let no one say Ryoga Hibiki lost when
it counted." Ryoga was silent for a long time before he finally nodded.
"To Genma Saotome, I leave a burden as well. Teach Ryoga Hibiki the
ways of the Saotome School of Anything Goes. Do not let my school die
with me and the master." Genma too was silent for a long time before he
looked up. If anyone saw the redness around his eyes they were too
polite to mention anything. He looked over at Ryoga and seemed to ask
something with his glance. Ryoga returned it for several minutes before
nodding once more.
And so ended the life of Ranma Saotome, Grandmaster of Anything
Goes, who never lost a battle when it counted. Even when it cost him
everything.
a fic by Prospero Hibiki
Disclaimer: Please don't stone me! I know it's wrong evil and cruel
of me to do this, but I will anyway. THIS IS NOT A DARK FIC! REALLY!
I SWEAR! These characters ain't mine and I'll return them I swear.
I'm also not making any money from writing this and since I own
nothing, all you'll get is debts.
^_^;
Prologue: Never Lost
It was a dark day in the Nerima ward of Tokyo. The battles of
the past two years had left the residents of the ward desensitized to
the violence of their every day lives, and for the first time it was
truly coming back to haunt them. The elite of the area called
themselves martial artists and they were, but it had never occurred to
them just what that meant. Until now. They understood now. They
understood in a way that they had never thought they would. For Death
had visited their own. Some of them had been called upon to make the
ultimate sacrifice of a martial artist. And no one really knew how it
had happened. All the people of Nerima knew was that three lawyers had
arrived in Nerima this cold, dark day with three legal documents.
The first will read was that of Khu Lon, Matriarch of the
Joketsuzoku, and there were few surprises in it for she left almost all
of her belongings to Xian Pu. To Mu Tzu she left a single ancient tome
and a small bag, which the lawyers had brought with them. He'd looked
up hurt, betrayed, and angry but when questioned he waved everyone away
refusing to speak.
Next Happosai's, Grandmaster of Anything Goes, lawyer read his
will. Happosai's bequests startled everyone as he left enormous sums to
a vast variety of people from all three Tendo sisters, Ms. Hinako, Ukyo,
and an ever growing list of children ranging from twenty to several
still as yet unborn. For twenty minutes his list of heirs grew to
include land grants across the globe to orphanages and schools. As time
passed people grew more and more stunned at Happosai's generosity.
Nabiki silently swore as she realized she'd had no clue Happosai had had
that much wealth and after the hundredth bequest of over one hundred
million yen she passed out twitching on her cushion. As his will came
to a close he included a large amount of money to be given to Taro whose
name he had changed to Kazuma.
As interesting as these two wills were, it was the third
document that everyone had gathered together to here. For it had been
three people that had departed Nerima on a previous day four months
earlier. Three acknowledged masters of their art that had set out to
defeat an evil that none had even realized existed until a short not had
been left explaining why they had gone. And so the sight of this last
will froze the hearts and souls of all present. For Ranma Saotome was
dead.
It was a short will for he hadn't owned much. What he did have
went primarily to his fiancés in one form or another, mostly mementos of
various fun times that had all had together. By the time most of those
were allocated the girls were coming out of their shock and had to be
excused. At the end there were only two remaining bequests to be made.
"To Ryoga Hibiki, I leave the honor of my school. You have always been
my best rival and pushed me harder than I could have ever pushed myself.
Let it be said that Ranma Saotome never lost when it counted. This is
the burden I leave to you, Ryoga. Let no one say Ryoga Hibiki lost when
it counted." Ryoga was silent for a long time before he finally nodded.
"To Genma Saotome, I leave a burden as well. Teach Ryoga Hibiki the
ways of the Saotome School of Anything Goes. Do not let my school die
with me and the master." Genma too was silent for a long time before he
looked up. If anyone saw the redness around his eyes they were too
polite to mention anything. He looked over at Ryoga and seemed to ask
something with his glance. Ryoga returned it for several minutes before
nodding once more.
And so ended the life of Ranma Saotome, Grandmaster of Anything
Goes, who never lost a battle when it counted. Even when it cost him
everything.