Soot Stained Wings
A Ranma 1/2 Fanfiction
By: Drougnor
E-mail: eddieth@hotmail.com
ICQ: 13830828
AIM: drougnor
Disclaimer: Ok, so I've seen just about every way of saying that I don't own anything, from humorous, to almost legalese. Rumiko Takahashi, no disrespect is intended, and if the Gods wish you to read this, I hope none comes across. I am merely a poor fan who is stretching my creative wings in your universe. That being said, Jhonus and a few others are MINE! ALL MINE!! Hands off, dammit!!!
If anyone sees enough potential in this story to want to help, by pre-reading, editing, or offering up suggestion, please feel free to contact me. C/C is always welcomed, but bitching, moaning and other stupidity will be ignored . . . Unless I'm in the mood for a good flame war . . . *evil grin*
Prologue
Over the night-blanketed city of Tokyo, a figure that defied all of nature's rules was defying gravity. Soaring with a flock of swans, a human figure with huge, angelic wings sprouted from his shoulders smiled down on the thousands of twinkling lights. "If more people had a chance to get this perspective of life," the figure thought, "They would learn to relax a bit more." Banking to the left with the flock, he recognized the patterns of the ward of Nerima.
"Well, my friends, this is my stop. May the winds always be at your backs." He banked into a shallow dive, smiling as the flock all seemed to wobble in their way of saying goodbye and continued on into the night. With luck, they would find a pond nearby to rest for the night.
Focusing on the streets below, Jhonus Swan marveled at how a human magically gifted with wings was accepted by many birds as one of their own. He stole a quick glance to the flowing silk clothing that when combined with his wings often caused him to be mistaken for an angel, and smiled in anticipation of being able to soon be back in his more traditional blue jeans and t-shirt.
Raised all over the world, but having spent most of his time in the United States, there was nothing more familiar to him than a good old fashioned set of denim pants and cotton t-shirt. Simple pleasures were increasingly difficult for the 21 year old to find, and he wasn't about to give up what he already had. "Besides," he thought wryly, "When you have the body I do, the girls just can't help but love the look."
Circling a park, Jhonus quickly spotted a shadowed area that was empty. He had learned from making the mistake once in a remote Central America village of changing in front of anyone who didn't know his secrets could be a disaster. He still heard bits about the miraculous "angel sighting" even now, 3 years later. Quickly landing, he affected the change, wings fading, along with the flowing silks, replaced by a simple black t-shirt, blue jeans and sneakers. His black hair still flowed down his back, nearly to his waist, tied into a simple ponytail. At his feet now lay a large backpack and duffle, both containing the sum of his worldly possessions. Gathering up both, he started off to find his friend's clinic.
*****
At the Nekohanten, business was wrapping up. Shampoo finished serving the last of the customers while Mousse cleared away the dishes that were no longer needed. Cologne was in the kitchen, staring at the cut she had just given herself during preparations for tomorrow's food. She didn't notice any pain, for when working with blades for as many years as she had, cuts were fairly common.
No, it wasn't the cut itself that bothered her. Mostly, it had been the sudden overwhelming feeling of wrongness. Something bad was coming to Nerima, and somehow, it was going to affect her.
Shampoo asked, having come to the kitchen to let Cologne Know that the restaurant was now empty.
she said, gently. Cologne had instinctively focused her considerable Chi to seal the wound, but not before the blood had stained her hand and dripped on the floor.
A Ranma 1/2 Fanfiction
By: Drougnor
E-mail: eddieth@hotmail.com
ICQ: 13830828
AIM: drougnor
Disclaimer: Ok, so I've seen just about every way of saying that I don't own anything, from humorous, to almost legalese. Rumiko Takahashi, no disrespect is intended, and if the Gods wish you to read this, I hope none comes across. I am merely a poor fan who is stretching my creative wings in your universe. That being said, Jhonus and a few others are MINE! ALL MINE!! Hands off, dammit!!!
If anyone sees enough potential in this story to want to help, by pre-reading, editing, or offering up suggestion, please feel free to contact me. C/C is always welcomed, but bitching, moaning and other stupidity will be ignored . . . Unless I'm in the mood for a good flame war . . . *evil grin*
Prologue
Over the night-blanketed city of Tokyo, a figure that defied all of nature's rules was defying gravity. Soaring with a flock of swans, a human figure with huge, angelic wings sprouted from his shoulders smiled down on the thousands of twinkling lights. "If more people had a chance to get this perspective of life," the figure thought, "They would learn to relax a bit more." Banking to the left with the flock, he recognized the patterns of the ward of Nerima.
"Well, my friends, this is my stop. May the winds always be at your backs." He banked into a shallow dive, smiling as the flock all seemed to wobble in their way of saying goodbye and continued on into the night. With luck, they would find a pond nearby to rest for the night.
Focusing on the streets below, Jhonus Swan marveled at how a human magically gifted with wings was accepted by many birds as one of their own. He stole a quick glance to the flowing silk clothing that when combined with his wings often caused him to be mistaken for an angel, and smiled in anticipation of being able to soon be back in his more traditional blue jeans and t-shirt.
Raised all over the world, but having spent most of his time in the United States, there was nothing more familiar to him than a good old fashioned set of denim pants and cotton t-shirt. Simple pleasures were increasingly difficult for the 21 year old to find, and he wasn't about to give up what he already had. "Besides," he thought wryly, "When you have the body I do, the girls just can't help but love the look."
Circling a park, Jhonus quickly spotted a shadowed area that was empty. He had learned from making the mistake once in a remote Central America village of changing in front of anyone who didn't know his secrets could be a disaster. He still heard bits about the miraculous "angel sighting" even now, 3 years later. Quickly landing, he affected the change, wings fading, along with the flowing silks, replaced by a simple black t-shirt, blue jeans and sneakers. His black hair still flowed down his back, nearly to his waist, tied into a simple ponytail. At his feet now lay a large backpack and duffle, both containing the sum of his worldly possessions. Gathering up both, he started off to find his friend's clinic.
*****
At the Nekohanten, business was wrapping up. Shampoo finished serving the last of the customers while Mousse cleared away the dishes that were no longer needed. Cologne was in the kitchen, staring at the cut she had just given herself during preparations for tomorrow's food. She didn't notice any pain, for when working with blades for as many years as she had, cuts were fairly common.
No, it wasn't the cut itself that bothered her. Mostly, it had been the sudden overwhelming feeling of wrongness. Something bad was coming to Nerima, and somehow, it was going to affect her.
Shampoo asked, having come to the kitchen to let Cologne Know that the restaurant was now empty.
she said, gently. Cologne had instinctively focused her considerable Chi to seal the wound, but not before the blood had stained her hand and dripped on the floor.