Untitled (v1.1, 12/15/01)

Chapter 01

By AllWhacked

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--- Disclaimer ---

The characters of Ranma 1/2 belong to Rumiko
Takakashi. All other characters and trademarks to
appear are owned by their respective owners.

--- Warning!!! ---

Anyway this is an Alterverse fanfic that may or
may not have severe x-over tendencies. If you
don't like X-Overs or don't like the idea of
anything but a Ranma + Akane pairing then don't
read this. Consider yourself warned.

--- Note to Reader ---

This is my way to answer the curious question of
what would happen if it were Mr. Kuonji who raised
Ranma and Ukyo.

"..." = spoken speech

'...' = thoughts

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There was a knock at the door.

"Nodoka! There's somebody at the door, do you
want me to get it?"

'Who could that be?' thought Nodoka Saotome as she
turned down a knob on her gas stove. 'Could it
be? Ranma? Genma? Are they already done with
their journey?'

"No father, I'll get it myself," she said
hurriedly. There was an extra jump in her step as
she tried to hold down her excitement. It had
been almost three months since her husband had
decided to take their son, Ranma on a journey to
make him a worthy heir of her husband's school of
Anything Goes Martial Arts.

She had initially been against him taking her son,
but her husband, Genma had promised to make him a
'man amongst men' by the time they returned. It
had only been three months and she doubted that
her little five-year-old son was a man quite yet,
but if they had returned she wasn't about to send
them back out again or make them commit sepukku
either. She just wanted her family back.

Rushing up to the door, she opened it quickly
while trying to maintain a modicum of décor. She
half expected to see her husband and her son, so
she was totally caught off guard when she was
greeted by a uniformed police officer.

"Oh! Can I help you officer?"

"Uh," began the young rookie. He began to sweat
and fidget as he prepared himself for what he was
about to say. No one else at the station wanted
to take the job of telling someone's wife that her
husband was dead.

He steeled himself. "Yes, I'm Officer Tanaka.
I'm from the Yokohama Police department. Is this
the Saotome residence?"

Nodoka nodded numbly; she did not like where this
conversation was heading.

"Are you Nodoka Saotome? Wife to Genma Saotome?"
queried the officer.

She nodded to both questions. "Is this about my
husband?" she asked.

Tanaka took a deep breath as he gave her his
rehearsed lines. "Yes it is. Ma'am, I'm sorry to
inform you but your husband died yesterday
afternoon."

Nodoka shrieked and promptly fainted. Tanaka
reached out to grab her. Nodoka's cry of course
brought the attention of her family inside the
house.

"Nodoka!" cried her father. "Is everything all
right?"

He along with his other daughter, Achika and her
new husband, Noboyuki came rushing out. Finding
her in the arms of a young police officer, it was
Nodoka's father who spoke first.

"Hello, I'm Katushito Masaki. What happened to my
daughter?"

Officer Tanaka looked at him solemnly. "She
fainted sir. I came to inform her that your son-
in-law, Genma was found dead yesterday afternoon."

The Masaki's looked shocked at the announcement.
"Genma dead?" whispered the three.

The officer could only look on in sympathy.
Katushito was the first to regain his composure as
he walked over to the officer, still holding up
his unconscious daughter. With Noboyuki simply
holding his wife as he comforted her on the loss
of her brother-in-law; Katushito and Tanaka then
carried Nodoka into the house and rested her in a
downstairs bedroom.

When Nodoka had properly been bedded, Katushito
led the officer into the parlor to explain things.

"So Genma is dead?" remarked Katushito. He was
not exactly all that upset that his eldest
daughter's dimwitted and rather dubious husband
was now out of the picture. That was not to say
that Katushito hated Genma per say, but the old
Shinto Priest wasn't all that fond of him either.

He often wondered what his daughter ever saw in
Genma. He supposed that Nodoka was attracted to
his bad-boy image. Katushito shrugged. Given his
past, he wasn't one to tell his daughter whom she
could or could not marry.

Officer Tanaka nodded to Katushito's statement.
"Yes sir. As I said before, he died yesterday
afternoon."

"Are you sure it's him?"

"Yes sir. His ID in his wallet identified him and
another witness verified this."

"So? How did he die exactly?" Katushito briefly
imagined Genma dying in some sort of hair brained
training accident. He wouldn't put it past the
dolt if he tried to master some idiotic technique
like the 'flying-ken,' a technique that probably
involved the trainee to continuously jump off high
cliffs until they learned how to fly.

The officer however gave a different reply that
didn't all that surprise the group's listeners
either.

"He died choking on a okonomiyaki; he apparently
suffered an allergic reaction to some okonomiyaki
ingredients that caused his throat to swell up
which caused his air passage to block up. He
eventually suffocated to death," came Tanaka's
blunt reply. He was trying to sound serious as he
contained the inner urge to giggle. Though if he
thought about it, it wasn't all that funny. He
had recently read that there were over 2,000
toothpick related deaths each year--a paltry sum
when compared to all the death's caused by
allergic reactions to food.

*Blink* *Blink*

"Oh?" came Mr. Masaki's reply. His numbness soon
led him to realize something very important.
"Officer Tanaka, what about my grandson, Ranma.
Where's he at?"

The officer looked surprised by this. "Huh?" he
answered intelligently. "Um, well... who?"

Everyone by now was looking on wide-eyed. There
was a shout from across the hall.

"My son! You mean you don't know where my son
is?" cried Nodoka. She had apparently regained
consciousness shortly after being set down.
Achika rushed up to her sister to comfort her.

"Uh..." replied the rookie. "Um, there was no
report about Mr. Saotome having a son with him.
The witnesses didn't mention this to us, but I'll
contact headquarters immediately to report this.
Don't worry Mrs. Saotome, we'll find your son for
you."

The officer looked frightened by Nodoka's near
hysterical state. He didn't blame her though, he
could only imagine how a young mother would deal
with just receiving news that her husband was dead
and that her son was missing.

With, Nodoka being coaxed by her sister to calm
down, the officer wisely chose Katushito to come
with him and give a detailed report.

"Excuse me sir, do you mind giving me some
information about your grandson. Also, if you
could get us a pictured ID of him that would be
very helpful."

Katushito nodded. He already had a picture of
Ranma in his wallet. It was a cute picture of him
and his late father standing side by side in
training gis.

Tanaka thanked him. "Alright, I'm going to head
to my car right now and radio this in. I'll be
back to take some more information. Don't worry,
we'll get your grandson back."

Katushito nodded. He was hopeful that that would
be the case. Little did he know that an
okonomiyaki chef would have his own plans about
this.

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The training hall was large and well lit. There
were crowds of men lifting weights while others
were practicing throws and grabbling moves. Akira
Kuonji had come here with one single purpose in
mind: to make his future son-law, Ranma the best
martial artist ever. Thus, that entailed having
the boy train under the very best there was. So,
who better to be Ranma's sensei than, Mr. Satan
himself?

Mr. Kuonji had been inspired one night as he was
watching late night television. On the screen
flashed a documentary of the Cell Games and about
how Mr. Satan had saved the world. Akira
remembered that day and remembered how grateful he
was that Mr. Satan was able to defeat him.

The documentary was not like the normal
documentaries he had seen; it apparently was one
of those conspiracy theories based on accounts by
a reporter there. The reporter and his cameraman
claimed that a yellow haired glowing boy had
defeated Cell. Yet, despite their eyewitness
testimony they lacked sufficient evidence or proof
and by the general public's perception, they
viewed the idea of a boy defeating, Cell as
complete and utter nonsense.

"Okay, Ranma. We're going to sign you up for
classes now."

The young boy smiled at the chance to prove
himself. Though the boy had been depressed for
the past week or so, he had broken out of his
slump when Akira announced his plans to train the
boy in his father's legacy. When Ranma learned of
a plan that would hopefully make his father proud
of him, the child was eager to please.

Mr. Kuonji sighed slightly as he wished that he
could have also signed up his daughter with Ranma,
however the Satan School was for boys and men
only. The only girl permitted to train there was
Mr. Satan's daughter, Videl. So right now, Ukyo
was back home in Yokohama attending her first day
of kindergarten.

Akira was feeling proud; he'd was going to have
Ranma enrolled in the top martial arts academy,
while he trained Ukyo at home. With Ranma away
the two children would still be friends and close,
but not too close that they start thinking of each
other as siblings. Mr. Kuonji didn't want that.

"Hello there," cheered Akira to the waiting
receptionist. "I'd like to sign up my nephew here
for lessons."

The female attendee nodded mechanically. She
began to scroll through the long list of
applicants who were already on the Satan School's
wait list.

"Okay, can I please have your name and phone
number? We'll call you up when a spot clears."

"Uh, okay. It's Akira Kuonji. Number, 555-1492."

The receptionist nodded and typed in the
information. Okay, Mr. Kuonji, we'll let you know
as soon as possible when a spot for your nephew
opens up."

Mr. Kuonji looked downtrodden. "Um, if you don't
mind me asking, but how long do you think the wait
will be. I kind of want to start the boys
training as soon as possible."

The receptionist looked at Mr. Kuonji
sympathetically. "I'm sorry, but it'll be
probably a 8-10 year wait at best. You can
understand that most people in the world want to
come here so that they can train under the best."

Akira nodded. He knew it was true. When he
looked down to grab Ranma so that they could go,
he noticed that he was not there. With a sense of
panic he scanned the dojo area.

He let out a relaxing breath. "Oh, he's just
playing with some girl."

The chef frowned ever so slightly. He saw the
look of childhood happiness pass between Ranma and
the young girl about his age, which Kuonji
surmised was probably Mr. Satan's daughter, Videl.
The thought of Ranma and Videl training and
growing up together didn't all that appeal to the
okonomiyaki chef.

'I think it's best this way,' he thought ruefully.

Calling towards Ranma, he gained the boy's
attention and the boy scampered away to leave.

"Bye, Videl. I'll miss you."

"Bye, Ranma. I'll see you next time you come in."
The girl waved to him happily, never suspecting
that her new friend wouldn't be taking lessons at
her father's dojo as he had said.

As Ranma and Mr. Kuonji left, the girl looked back
at the boy with small hearts in her eyes. It was
the beginning of puppy love, but to the five-year-
old girl, it was more than that.

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"I'm sorry, Mrs. Saotome. We've searched all over
for you son and our officers are leafing out
fliers of Ranma in the area. We're not sure where
he could be, right now our officers are re-
interviewing the witnesses to see if anything
comes up."

Nodoka was steady and calm as she steeled herself.
She had spent the first day in a constant state of
tears; she had spent the second day being
optimistically hopeful that her son would be
returned to her. Now it had nearly been a week
and still no sign of her son.

There had been a report that her son may have been
spotted with the okinomiyaki chef who served the
okinomiyaki that killed her husband. However,
when the police had followed up the lead, they
found that the supposed boy was in fact the man's
'tomboyish' looking daughter.

'Oh Ranma, my son, where can you be? Please god,
please make sure that he's safe.'

By her side, her father, Katushito remained to
comfort his daughter.

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Akira was visibly shaken as he carried a crying
Ranma in his arms. The boy had his tear stained
face plastered in the man's chest as he was
cradled there like a babe.

Mr. Kuonji couldn't blame the child for his
behavior. After the two had watched the school's
master kill his opponent with a two-finger strike
to the temple, that alone was enough to deter
having Ranma learn such a brutal art form. The
added fact that the victim's head exploded, left
the boy traumatized while Akira did his best not
to throw up.

The chef mentally x-ed out Genma's plans to have
Ranma learn the Hokuto Shinken. Akira also x-ed
out plans to have Ranma learn one of the Hokuto's
sister schools, the Nanto Senken as well. The
chef didn't know what that particular school was
all about, but if it caused people's heads to
explode, he knew that something like that was not
what he wanted for Genma's son.

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"Hi, I'm looking for Master Genki?"

The man who ran the ferry service from the
mainland to Genki's island frowned. "I'm sorry,
but you've come a bit too late."

"Oh, how come?" queried Akira.

"He passed away a few weeks ago."

Akira looked sadden by this and was about to
persist but was cut off.

"If you're looking to still train there, you're
too late for that as well. One of Master Genki's
students apparently mastered some forbidden,
'Raging Demon' technique and killed Master Genki,
his staff, most of the students, and burned down
the school."

Akira looked shocked, especially at the bluntness
coming from the man. He again checked off another
school from Genma's long list of martial arts
styles and techniques he had wanted his son to
master.

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"So let me get this straight," began Akira Kuonji.
"If I get you a woman, you'll agree to train my
nephew to be your heir?"

The old man nodded as he stared at the chef
through his dark sunglasses. Strapped to his back
was a large turtle shell and in his left hand was
a gnarled up wooden cane.

Akira looked at the man with more scrutiny. "Are
you sure you're the invincible Turtle Hermit? The
unbeatable, Master Roshi?"

The old man nodded his head again. He was indeed
the invincible Turtle Hermit, however he was also
a perverted old man. And from time to time, he
would take on a student to keep himself busy. His
last pair of students, Goku and Krillin had been
his best so far. He had initially decided to
retire from training ever again after having had
those two, however when hearing the sad tale of
Ranma and his father's dream, he knew that with
his connection to the Z-Fighters, he was
undoubtedly the only one who could make Ranma into
the best human fighter there ever was.

However, before he would agree, Master Roshi still
needed his dues. And those dues came with a pair
of shapely legs, round and curvy hips, and a set
of ample breasts to complete this ensemble. Also,
a nice looking face couldn't help either, but at
Roshi's age, he wasn't all that choosy.

Akira looked over at Ranma and then toward the old
man. He had his misgivings, especially about how
perverted Master Roshi seemed to be. However,
when Akira was growing up, he remembered that
Roshi had been the multiple-time winner of the
World Martial Arts Championships. Surely someone
with those kinds of credentials would have been
sufficient enough for Genma.

"Deal!" spoke Akira. He knew he was making the
right decision.

+++ Five Minutes Later +++

Akira was waiting with Ranma outside a brothel
house. He had paid for the old man to get one of
the prettier of the prostitutes, not to mention
cleaner, he thought as well. He didn't want Ranma
catching some disease after all.

Master Roshi emerged with a wide smile on his
face. 'The wonders of Viagra,' he thought.

"Okay, Kuonji. As agreed, I'm taking Ranma to
make him into the best martial artist there is."

Akira nodded. "Good then. So when can my
daughter and I next visit him?"

Master Roshi shrugged. "Probably in ten years or
so. But don't worry, I'll have the boy write to
you and his fiancée." Master Roshi mentally shook
his head at that. To be so young and already tied
down with a ball and chain. He'll make sure to
fix that during their training he thought with
amusement.

Akira then kneeled and took a good look at Ranma.
It might be a while before he sees him again in
person.

"Ranma," began Mr. Kuonji. "I'm going to leave
you with Master Roshi to train you. So be good
and do everything that Master Roshi tells you to.
But I also want you to always remember to always
write us and to not forget your fiancée, Ukyo."
Mr. Kuonji made sure to stress to Ranma beforehand
that his buddy, Ukyo was indeed a girl and that
she was now his fiancée. Akira had not gone into
details about what having a fiancée meant, however
he left it up to Master Roshi to explain this as
the boy got older.

"I understand uncle. I won't forget, Ucchan.
Tell her I said bye, I'll write to ya!" chirped
the child.

The two shared a hug as Ranma ran over to Master
Roshi. Akira just sighed as he wondered if he
made the right decision. He had left Ukyo over
with a neighbor and close family friend. But with
Ranma's training taken care of, he now needed to
get back home. Suddenly something occurred to
him.

"Hey, wait! I forgot to give you something."

Akira rushed up and handed Master Roshi the
pamphlets and manuals that Genma had kept to plan
out his training.

"These were left behind by Ranma's father. They
were plans for training grounds and techniques
that he wanted to visit with Ranma and teach him."

Master Roshi took the offering and nodded. "I
understand. I'll see if I can incorporate some of
this into the boy's training. Normally I wouldn't
but if it was the father's last wish, I think I
can make an exception."

Akira thanked Roshi and turned around. It was
hard for him to say goodbye again; especially as
the boy had become like a son to him.

'But in 10 or so years he'll really be your son.'
The chef inwardly chuckled. 'Yes, now the boy is
already on his way to become a master martial
artist and after Roshi is done with him, he should
be more than worthy to marry my Ukyo.'

All throughout Japan and Southeast Asia, a bunch
of other fathers were chuckling to themselves as
they thought on similar lines--thinking about the
engagement of their daughters to one, Ranma
Saotome.

Ranma sneezed and wiped his nose. He continued on
towards the wharf without a care in the world,
after all he did not know the trouble his father
had already caused him even at this tender age in
life.

+++ Nerima, Japan +++

"Oh, Dear. Please don't cry," soothed the woman
as she cradled her husband.

The mustached man did not heed her words. "I'm
sorry, Kumiko. But after reading that my friend,
Genma was dead, I couldn't help but--"

The woman stopped him and kissed away one of his
tears. "I know you're hurting, Soun but I'm here
for you."

Soun Tendo looked up at his wife feeling ever
grateful for her presence. He held her tight that
night and the two locked each other in a tight
embrace.

That night the two had made loved, creating
together a new life that would be the Tendo's
forth child and their first son.

+++ Outside The Tendo Master Bedroom +++

"Oh Soun!"

"Uh! Uh! Oh, Kumiko!"

"Big sister, what are mommy and daddy doing? It
sounds like daddy is hurting mommy."

"I don't know Akane, lets check on them."

*Knock* *Knock*

"Mommy? Daddy?"

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" cried the woman.

Needless to say, no one answered the door and thus
the three Tendo daughters were left to wonder
about other things for a while.

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To be continued...