Disclaimer: Okay, okay, I lied; this fic doesn't have actual spoken dialogue, that was just a sales pitch. I know you all no doubt believed it and read the fic expecting to hear it start talking to you, but alas, the cost was just too much. I tried to hire voice actors for it, really I did, but they refused, saying something about not doing work for such a god-awful piece of…well anyway, you get the point. So, no voices, but lots of bad writing! Enjoy! Oh yeah, Ranma is the property of Ms. Takahashi. And Final Fantasy is the property of those psychos at Squaresoft who seem to love making boy-band rejects the main character of their games. It was my moral obligation to replace Tidus with Ranma simply to save us all from the incredible whininess that Mr. Lederhosen displays. Thank you and enjoy. (God I can see the Tidus lover's flames now…) Oh yeah! This fic has no relation to a certain other fic called aptly enough "Guardian".

Ranma ½ and Final Fantasy X

"Guardian ½"

Chapter 1: "The Kind Summoner"

By Gray

He awoke to the sensation of floating. He was underwater right? No, wait…Opening his eyes, Ranma saw a peculiar sight. It was Nerima, yet not…it was in ruins, and he was floating above the Blitzball Arena. It felt like he was underwater, but he wasn't. Confusedly, he began swimming downwards, heading towards a platform in the center. A figure was standing with his back to him. The figure looked very familiar.

"It can't be…" Ranma muttered. Upon reaching the platform, he found a different figure then the one he had seen previously. It was himself, as a small boy. The boy was dressed in a gi. Ranma smiled for some reason. When he was young, he had wanted to learn martial arts, not Blitzball, that way he could be different from his Father. But eventually he gave it up and started training himself in Blitz. It was tough, and his Father offered little support, but he was determined. Instead of being different from his Father, he would do what his Father did, except, he would be better. He would prove he was better then his old man by becoming better than him at the one thing he prided himself in. His Blitzball. Now, at the age of sixteen, Ranma prided himself on the fact that he was better. All this ran through his thoughts as he stared at his younger self wordlessly. Finally, he felt consciousness leave him, and as the blackness filled his vision, he wondered for some reason if his old man was really dead or not.

He awoke to an odd sight. He was on the ground, and he found that it was cold and gravelly; the sword Tofu had given him was lying nearby. Standing up slowly, he picked the sword up, and observed his surroundings. His eyes widened a bit at what he saw. There must have been hundreds of them. Pools of water, with poles sticking out of them. Blinking, he approached the nearest one, cursing the fact that he could only see the pools since it was so foggy for some reason. He stared into it for some reason, and was just about to splash himself in the face to perhaps wake up from this weird dream he was having, when a loud noise startled him. Turning, he saw a beast charging him. It was large, and very deadly looking, resembling a bear but with a thick armored shell and large claws for rending its enemies. It was a fiend. Ranma's eyes narrowed, and he clutched the sword in his hand tightly. Instead of running, he charged the thing, surprising it. He was angry. He wanted to go home, and this thing had picked a fight with him. Not very smart in Ranma's mind. His sword stabbed into its hide, or tried to anyway, as the thing's thick armor protected it. Ranma cursed and tried going for the head. But it raised a claw and blocked the strike. Ranma narrowly dodged getting slashed and leapt back to gain some distance. Only to find himself splashing into one of the pools.

"Damn it!" He thought, the thing would be on top of him any minute. He decided to stay underwater for a moment, as the pool was surprisingly deep. He didn't notice the changes his body had undergone. After several minutes, he decided it had to be gone and peeked his head out of the water. He blinked as he saw that not only was the monster gone, but also the bangs plastered to his forehead were different from before.

"Why the hell is my hair red?" He questioned aloud, only to feel his jaw drop as his voice registered. Shaking a bit, he climbed out of the water and then peeked at his reflection.

"OH MY GOD!" A feminine high-pitched voice screamed loudly enough to disturb some nearby birds. Ranma began running, not caring where. He, now a she, just ran. Eventually, Ranma found himself out of the pools, and on a path. Deciding on a whim to follow it, she headed in the direction it led. He was cold, wet, female, and extremely angry and depressed. He didn't know if he would ever get home to Nerima, and he was now female.

"Just freaking great…" Ranma muttered. He clutched his arms to himself to ward off the chill that being wet caused, only to curse as he discovered the new…enhancements that lay on his chest. He still had his sword, and he was almost begging a fiend to come out so he could take out a little anger.

"Stupid ugly bastards…damn inconsiderate…only around when you don't want to brutally kill them…" He muttered. He saw a peculiar, but welcome sight by the side of the road. Someone had apparently left a campsite complete with a log-pile and kettle. Setting himself down, Ranma quickly built a fire using some flint near the kettle. After getting the fire going, he placed the kettle, which was still filled with water, on the fire to heat.

"Guess fiends attacked whoever was using this place or something…" He thought. He held the sword a bit closer to himself at the thought. Soon the water was boiling, and he decided to warm his hands with it. After letting it cool to tolerable levels of heat, Ranma dipped a hand into the kettle, and gasped as a strange sensation spread throughout his body.

"What the…" He blinked as he realized his voice was deep once again.

"Heck…" He finished as he stared down at his chest, and found it flat and muscular once more. Feeling a sense of joy overtake him, he happily sighed in relief and smiled widely.

"Thank God it was curable." He thought with a grin. Suddenly things weren't quite as bad. He leapt to his feet and happily swung his sword around in his joy at being his proper gender once more. One errant swing however caught the kettle, and caused the now cold water to splash onto his leg, immediately triggering the change. Blowing out an annoyed breath, Ranma put two and two together.

"Hot water makes me a guy, cold water makes me a girl…dandy…" Grumbling to himself about his luck, or lack thereof, he set about heating the kettle once more. He would continue following the path as soon as he was done.

"Maybe I'll find someone who can tell me where the hell I am…or at least give me some food…"

At last he came to a forest. It was still apparently early in the morning, as the fogginess was still present. Grimacing, Ranma entered the forest. Barely five feet within the trees, another fiend attacked. This one was large, an insect-like monster similar to a praying mantis. Its mandibles dripped with venom, and it made a strange shrieking sound as it lunged at him. The cursed boy was not about to be breakfast for some bug, and he rolled out of the way. As the creature landed and prepared to turn in his direction, he struck. A side-ways slash with the sword caused a long gash to be torn in its side, and it shrieked in pain. Not letting up, Ranma prepared to deliver another blow, only to find a spear lancing through the air, and impaling his adversary's head into the ground. The thing didn't even have time to let out a death cry. Its blood oozed out of its ruined head slowly, making Ranma a tad sick. Turning to where the spear had come from, he saw a group of oddly dressed people. They were all women, and they spoke in a strange sing-song tongue that puzzled him greatly.

"Um, hello." He tried. They stopped talking, and stared at him, causing him no end of discomfort.

"Uh, thanks for the help. Could you possibly tell me where I am?" He asked, a tad nervous under their stares. Finally, the one in the lead, a purple-haired beauty with a subtle smirk adorning her lips stepped up to him, and spoke.

"You're in Joketsuzoku territory…" She said, having a bit of difficulty speaking. Ranma's eyes widened.

"Hey! You do understand me!" He was feeling a bit better now, but not much.

"Can you tell me how to get to Nerima?" He asked quickly. The women frowned and stared at each other.

Unfinished…