Author: Leopold Goenitz
Email: Leopold_Gonietz@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Anime tittles that I've used in
here to make this story, and no, I'm not getting any profit from this
so don't bother sending your lawyers after me!
Warnings: Violence and possibly bad grammar. Beware...
Before anyone says that I should use different punctuation
methods, such as " " for speech, [ ] for thoughts, * * for Chinese,
and ( ) for Pig Latin, or any other such crap. I'd like to point out
that this system is just bad grammar. I won't do it.
It should be pretty obvious who's saying what most of the time, so
a system like that isn't needed. If you have a trouble, look at the
context of what's being said, and it should be clear. If it isn't, it
probably isn't that important, or just an ambiguous statement.
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(Ranma 1/2 - Alternative universe multicrossover fanfic story)
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When Fates Collide
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Prologue
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Along a small dirt road leading from the infamous Jusenkyo
valley to the village of Joketsuko, there was a small group of people
walking along its path. The first one being a large chubby looking
Chinese man wearing a dark green Mao era 'uniform of the people'.
Behind him came a similar built, if not slightly more overweighed
Japanese man who was dressed in an old worn gi that had once
been white but by now had gained a slightly yellowish tint to it. And
as the last, but no means the least, there was the youngest of the
group, a young man at the verge of maturing and who was dressed
in similar clothes as the man in front of him, only cleaner. That
boy's name was Ranma Saotome, the heir of the Saotome Mutsabeto
Kakuto Ryu, and if the look on his face was anything to tell from,
he wasn't very happy with his current situation.
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Ranma's brows furrowed as he glanced down at his
clenched hands, and then proceeded to sigh heavily as he opened
them and revealed rather nasty looking claws that were now
growing from his fingers, in the places where he used to have
fingernails.
"Now how the hell am I supposed to do? How am I going
live normally from now on?" the boy muttered to himself as he
debated his situation while his other hand travelled upward, his
fingers brushing through his hair that ran at the sides of his head,
his face grimacing slightly at what he felt.
It was an ear all right, but now it had rather strange looking
pointed look to it that one might expect seeing on elf, or some other
fairy tale character. His eyes were also slightly different than normal
humans, possessing a rather unnatural colour to them, with the
irises of his eyes being dark yellow, almost golden, and the black
pupils in the middle being long and narrowed into thin vertical slits
like ones of a cat.
Shaking his head the boy shook the thought out from his
head; thoughts like that always made his spine shiver with fear.
Thinking about cats was the last thing he wanted to do right now,
no matter what he looked like right now, and quickly settled into his
other trouble. His father.
The fat glutton was still grumbling about the beating he had
taken at the hands of his son who hadn't been very happy about the
little transformation he had gone through, not that it had been the
only one tough. No, Ranma hadn't done it only once today, but
twice. First time being when he climbed out from the spring within
his new form, and the second time being when he had discovered
that the usual mean of reversing the curse didn't work on him,
leaving him still on slightly ill mood despite the roughing he had
given to his old man.
"Stupid old man, if it hadn't been for you, I'd still be
normal," the boy grumbled to himself while keeping short distance
to his father who was on the process of following the guide who had
graciously offered to take them to the closest village from where
they could take the main road towards the east coast. At the time it
seemed that perhaps going there would be the best, at least if the
guide's words were true and that there was no cure to these curses.
Genma ignored his child's mutterings and continued to think
furiously of how to turn this latest turn of events into his favour.
The guide hadn't been able to determine what was wrong with
Ranma's curse, or what was its nature for that matter, there had
not been any mentioning of it in the valley's history, so it left many
openings into the Saotome patriarch's plans, not that there wouldn't
have been many of them there before that. He had never been
famous on the size of his brain; or rather in the use of the little he
still had, so nothing good was not probably going to ensue from
this.
His main concern was the boy's ability to produce an heir to
the future Anything Goes School of martial arts. He knew Soun
would be most displeased if they union between their children would
be ruined by something like this, but what was there for him to do?
The guide had told him that there was no cure to the curses and
that the hot water was the only known way to temporarily reverse
them until the victims would be splashed with cold one.
Glancing at the boy from over his shoulder, Genma narrowed
his eyes at his son and wondered how he would explain his
appearance to Soun when they would get back to Japan. It would
take some convincing, but he didn't think his old friend would
take much coaxing until he would believe that there was nothing
to worry about how the boy looked right now. The union between
the two families might still be salvageable and his early
retirement guaranteed, but there was still a small nagging doubt
throbbing in the back of his head about this whole thing.
As when he looked the things in the long term, he became
worried of how the rest of the people they would encounter, would
react to the boy's looks. It wasn't everyday you saw people with
long pointed ears, slit eyes and clawed hands.
He narrowed his eyes even further at the claws and turned
away with a light grimace as he recalled the feeling those blasted
things had given him when the boy first time discovered their
usefulness in mauling him and his body still covered with the marks
they had left. "I have to do something about those if I'm to make
the boy respect his elders again," he groused to himself silently and
proceeded to follow the guide more closely.
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"Here be the village this one tell you about," the Jusenkyo
guide said while gesturing the area around them. It was mostly
farm area with lots of men working on the fields and only few
women in sight, carrying swords and spears while clearly guarding
the place for any possible threats instead of working with the men.
Ranma noticed it quite quickly that it was only women that
were doing the patrolling that only men worked, many of them
looking rather miserable and defeated if the expressions on their
faces was anything go by.
"What's with this place? Why are all the guys working and
all the girls just standing or patrolling around?" the boy asked
curiously.
"This be amazon village, have many powerful female warriors,
they have no time to labour on fields. That be men's job." The guide
explained.
"Huh? So you're telling me that this place is practically run
by chicks?" Ranma asked with slightly stupefied look on his face.
"Man, I wonder how they've managed to live so far."
The guide turned to look at the boy but did not say anything
and just continued to walk. He didn't bother to say it to the boy that
it would probably be pretty bad thing for him if any of the amazons
heard and understood what he had just said, but that was most
unlikely to happen since the amazons weren't very well educated in
the foreign languages if at all.
Genma just growled. He had gotten splashed with cold water again,
this time by an extremely sudden and suspiciously short rainstorm that
had travelled across the hills they had used as an shortcut to get
here bit faster. Strangely it wad only him that the storm had wetted,
Ranma and the guide were still dry and clean like the way they had
been when they first left the valley.
As they walked deeper into the village, it became obvious to
the two foreign visitors that this place was indeed ruled by women.
While Genma seemed to mostly ignore it, Ranma found it rather
shocking to see women doing the things he usually saw men doing
in the other villages they had passed when they first came into
China. He felt almost bad for the poor guys who he saw there,
majority of them looking as if they had lost their souls and will to
live. It made him wonder why they were still here if the conditions
were so bad.
"Aaa, we be very lucky," the guide suddenly exclaimed,
tearing Ranma's attention from his earlier observation. "There be a
tournament here, many proud warriors fight here today to test skills
and strength," he continued and pointed at the center of the village
where they had just arrived. It was the area where majority of the
main buildings seemed to be clustered around, there seemed to be
even a inn and a supply shop there.
Both Ranma and Genma turned to look what the guide had
pointed at and saw a huge crowd surrounding two massive wooden
pillars that had been raised almost thirty feet off the ground with
one similar pillar set horizontally on top of them. But that wasn't
what caught their interests, no. It was the two women who were on
top of it, fighting with weapons that one did not see being used
often these days.
"They're both women, right?" Ranma asked dumbly as he
stared at the guide and pointed at the two combatants.
The other woman was an old, fat, and ugly looking thing
with nine feet long two inches thick pole in her hands. On the other
end of the pole there was a nasty looking two feet long spiked
mace, many of its spikes having been bent by the enemy's two
huge, smoot mace-like weapons tough.
Her opponent was a young and pretty looking girl with long
purple hair that billowed behind her as she moved in the
coordinated patterns, her maces swinging seemingly only to block
or parry the strikes the other woman was aiming at her. She was
the one Ranma was willing to bet to be the winner of this
tournament, tough.
"Hmm...she has some serious power there," the boy
muttered and crossed his arms as he came a halt just behind the
outer rim of the crowd, not noticing that his father was no longer
standing by his side anymore.
The mentioned fool was too busy eating at the table where
it had seen the large bouquet of food to take notice of the small
sign that had been set next to the table, not that it would have
made any difference since he couldn't read Chinese. But it still
didn't change the fact of what he was doing.
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Xian Pu, the purple haired amazon who was fighting over at
the log, dodged low her opponent's latest attack and skilfully dove
underneath the offending mace that had threatened to make mince
meat of her head, and raised then her right hand bonbori in a wide
arc in order to smack her opponent with what she believed to be the
decisive strike.
She was not disappointed when she felt the weapon in her
hand vibrate with the impact it made with her opponent's chest
armor, or when she saw the mentioned woman being plummeted
into the air and down from the challenge log like three hundred
pound ugly pigeon that couldn't fly.
"Too easy," she whispered to herself. There hadn't been a
single doubt of her victory when she first came into the challenge
area, as it had been her great grandmother who had coaxed her
into this for the past ten years.
With the last challenger having been knocked off the log,
Xian Pu could finally stand up and take in the cheers of the people
who surrounded her, most of them being her fellow villagers. This
was what she lived for, total and unquestionable admiration from
other people, but this euphoric feeling did not last very long when
she eyes caught the certain panda feasting upon _her_ victory
prize.
"What is the meaning of this!? Who let that thing in here?!"
she screamed angrily and leapt off from the log in a impressive
thirty feet long leap that easily carried her over the crowd and into
striking distance from the imposing animal. Unfortunately she
misjudged the animal's alertness and missed by hair's length from
crushing its skull on the table, instead smashing the particular table
in half with splinters flying into every direction.
"Who brought this thing here?!" she screamed once more and
pointed one of her bonbori maces at the imposing animal while giving
the people around her a hard glare. Everybody seemed to just look at
one another and shrug their shoulders. Well, everybody except _him_.
He was a young man, dressed in strange white outfit that
was made from some sort of thick cloth that obviously could take
some punishment before breaking, but it wasn't his clothes that
drew her attention. There was something odd about him, aside
being foreigner and a cute looking too, at least on her opinion.
The boy in question turned around and seemed to notice
her, but then quickly averted his eyes from her when he noticed
something next to her. And if the way the size of his eyes suddenly
grew was anything to judge from when he saw the panda, Xian Pu
felt that it was pretty firm bet to think that the animal was his, but
she still wanted to make sure. "Is this beast yours?" she asked, not
pretending to hide a single ounce of her anger when she said it.
The boy just blinked at her, seemingly not understanding a
word she had said and seemed to concentrate on the panda again
when he began to approach it. He shouted something to the panda
and it seemed to just blink at him and then resume eating what it
had started while pulling some sort of wooden sing from behind its
back. How it had gotten there would remain as an eternal mystery
to her and anyone else at present.
But this wasn't what really ticked Xian Pu off, no. It was the
fact that the boy was obviously ignoring her. And that would not
just do.
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Ranma got a nasty shiver when he heard the winner of the
tournament scream something in anger and then leap over the
crowd where he couldn't see her at first. That was the first moment
he realized his father was not standing beside him anymore and
began to feel a pit growing inside him, as with his luck, the old fool
was probably already neck deep in crap and most likely would be
pulling him down alongside with him.
Then he heard something break and noticed everybody's
attention turning to the right where he saw the tournament winner,
the cute Chinese girl with purple hair, standing before his father
while brandishing one of her maces at him and shouting something
to the crowd around him. He wasn't sure, but he felt that she had
aimed her gaze at him but then dismissed it, he had to get his lousy
old man off his butt and fix the damage he had caused or at least
pay it up.
"Look what you've gotten us into again, old man! Can't you
keep your paws off anything anymore?!" the boy ranted angrily
before stomping to his father's side, ready to pound him into inch of
his life again.
Genma just looked at him with his beady eyes, seemingly
not liking the tone his son was using when addressing him, and
pulled out one of those weird signs he had started to create from
somewhere. "Insolent boy, I was just eating here when she
attacked," said the sign in his hands, or paws, whatever.
Ranma just gave his father an eye, one that told him that
his son wasn't buying it. But before he could say anything else the
guide burst between them.
"What sirs do? You eat victory prize!!" the Chinese man
gasped scandalously while almost grabbing Genma from his collar
and then turned to point at the purple haired girl who had begun to
grow a rather nasty scowl on her face. "Winner of tournament be
very angry, this be dishonourable if prize not compensated."
Both Ranma and Genma blinked, first at each other and
then at the mace brandishing amazon girl, and once again at each
other. For a moment Genma considered donating his son for the
villagers to save his own skin and later on steal the boy back if
possible, but he knew he couldn't take that risk now that he was
supposed to take the boy to the Tendo's and marry him off to one of
Soun's daughters so that he could go on a early retirement and live
off his son's sweat, luxuriously of course. Thus he came with the
idea he represented to his son.
"Son, why not duel her for the prize?" said the next sign
Genma had raised from whatever pocket space he had managed to
create, Ranma blinked and made a mental note to ask his father of
how to create one of those.
"Hmm, why not?" Ranma agreed with a shrug as he turned
to assess the amazon. She was clearly skilled and probably more
than a handful for someone who had been practicing martial arts for
most of their lives, bur he hadn't just practiced it, he had lived it, so
he doubted if she'd be able to even come close to him. Especially
now that he had acquired his new body.
He turned to face the guide and nodded towards the girl,
"Can you ask her if she'd fight for the prize? If I win, then wouldn't
it clean the slate between us?"
The guide blinked at the boy and then at the fat panda
beside him, but then just shrugged and translated the boy's
question to the amazon girl who suddenly grew rather anxious. The
malicious smile on her face was, however, anything but friendly,
and it was directed towards Genma.
"She say it be all right," the guide translated what the girl
said and then seemed to wait as the girl continued and then
continued, "But if you loose, she want your pet panda so she and
her fellow villagers can make feast from it."
Genma blinked at this and seemed to grow oddly tense
suddenly, he didn't like that idea, but then calmed a bit when he
realized it would be just that one girl his son would have to fight.
Surely his manly son could easily take her out without damaging
anything important.
A small frown appeared on Ranma's face as he saw his
father's relieved, and somewhat supportive gestures. He didn't feel
too good about pulling his old man's fat out of the oven again, but
he couldn't just let him die here, especially like that, no matter how
tempting the idea was at first. He still had his honour to uphold, no
mater how badly his father had marred his own.
And so Ranma nodded and followed the smiling amazon as
she lead him to the challenge log, the crowds around him parting
away with something that made him feel bit uncomfortable. He had
never liked being the center of the attention, and now even less if
they happened to notice the 'slight' deformations on his
appearance.
"Here's hoping nobody notices them before I'm through
here," the boy thought nervously and made sure to keep his hands
closed into fists so that nobody would notice his claws, as while they
were relatively small, the way they curved was making them quite
obvious if anyone saw them. Luckily his hair hid most of his ears so
he didn't need to worry about them.
And before he even knew it, he was on the log and looking
at his opponent with what could be described only as worry. He
didn't wish to be fighting this fight, but he had no choice if he
wanted to keep his honour intact, or so he believed...
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In the beginning both the amazon girl and Ranma were just
looking one another, assessing the skill levels and possible techniques
they both might be using. While Xian Pu's stance was firm and
elegant, Ranma's was relaxed and loose and thus easily misleading,
but those few among the crowd that were looking and had enough
knowledge on the art of hand to hand combat, saw it right away that
the fight was anything but balanced.
Xian Pu might have been skilled and experienced, a fact that she
had proven frequently, but when it came to mastery of her art, she was
still far away from point where her current opponent was. As for
someone to be standing on the challenge log with such ease as the boy
was showing was telling that he was both skilled and confident. No,
this fight was far from easy for the young amazon.
This was when the referee gave the fighters the signal to begin.
When the fight had started, Ranma had become quite convinced
that his opponent was as good as he had blieved. The amazon girl was
fast, no, scratch that, she was _really_ fast, her arms swinging her
giant maces as if they didn't weight her at all. But Ranma was still
faster.
It was clearly frustrating to his enemy to see him weave
around her strikes as if the whole thing had been set up and that he
was just an actor following the script. She, nor anyone else except
Ranma, did not however notice the confused frown the boy's face
during all this.
"How am I doing this? I don't remember being _this_ fast
before," the boy thought to himself with slight irritation. It wasn't
much of a trouble on its own, but the added speed of his reflexes
and muscles was forcing him to be wary with his movement, as it
would take some time to adjust to them.
The girl snarled hatefully at him and she tried to bash him
to the contest log with a massive overhead smash that would have
probably either killed or crippled him had he let it hit him. Instead
he simply jumped back, blinked at the girl, and then suddenly drove
his foot on her shoulder to make her stumble back.
Ranma knew he could have kicked her on the face, thanks
to her poor tactic, but chose not to mar her looks since it was bad
enough alone that he was fighting a girl altogether. It wasn't
honourable, or his father had always told him.
"Now, how am I going to end this without hurting her too much?"
he pondered to himself as he pushed the girl backward by taking few
rapid steps towards her position, keeping her from taking the
offensive again. "Maybe if I..." he ventured with a sudden calm
falling over his face as he stopped moving and waited for the amazon
to attack again.
He knew he was faster and that he could easily outmanoeuvre
her and so he prepared himself for a fast overhead jump, hoping that
he would catch his agile opponent before she could react to his
cunning plan. If this failed, he knew that he would either have a
massive headache and a few broken bones, as he doubted that he
could take even a single strike from those maces without getting at
least bruised.
Xian Pu watched the boy going into a low stance and saw this as
an opening and quickly tried to lash her opponent with a fast
horizontal sweep. She was trying to use it to make the boy to dodge
even lower and this way to allow her to bash him with another
overhead swing.
But instead of dodging under the swing, the boy did something
that caught her completely off guard, he jumped over it, and not just
the strike but his opponent too, causing the surprised amazon to loose
her momentum and turn around in ill prepared stance that soon
became her loss.
Ranma didn't waste his chance, and right after landing
behind the purple haired girl's back, he dove in and struck her with
an open palm strike right to the gut, this way hoping to drive all the air out from her lungs and thus submitting her into unconsciousness.
But then he realized he had made a mistake. He had
miscalculated his own strength. "No!" he gasped and watched the
events fold with fear grasping his heart.
Xian Pu hackled as the air rushed out from her lungs, her
eyes almost bulging out from their sockets at the mind boggling
strength she was being struck with. Then the next thing she knew
was the odd sensation of weightlessness and rushing air that made
her hair billow in front of her, then last came the darkness, but not
before allowing her to hear the sickening crunch that her body
made when it crashed through the stone wall that had been unlucky
enough to stand in her flight path.
A deep pit formed inside Ranma's gut when he saw this. "Oh
my god, I killed her," he muttered in horror and launched himself
off the log before anyone else from the crowd could even register
what had happened, and by the time they did Ranma was already
dashing towards the damaged building with cloud of dust rising
behind his track.
"No, please God no, don't do this to me," Ranma prayed as
he came to the pile of debris and broken furniture that had
crumbled and/or fallen on top of the unmoving and clearly
unconscious amazon maiden. With extreme care and delicacy he
dug the girl from underneath it and slowly, and fearfully touched
her neck.
"...Thank God," he whispered and hung his head when he
felt the girl's pulse. She was still alive. But this was not a moment
where he could rest at ease, the villagers wouldn't probably be
taking this well and even if they wouldn't, he was sure they would
represent all kinds of questions of how he did this, surely by then
noticing his rather odd appearance if they already hadn't. And that
was something he'd like to avoid if possible.
He didn't need to turn around to see that there were already
few of the villagers standing by the door, slightly fearfully trying to
see what was happening inside. Since he already knew the girl
would survive, there was no reason for him to stay, and thus he
bound through the hole the girl had made when he had punched her
through it and looked for his father before rushing to his side. "The
girl's gona survive, but I'm not gona stay here," was all that he said
before he picked up his backpack and began to run away.
Genma frowned towards the house, thinking about how his
son had managed to punch the girl with so much force as to make
her fly over forty feet and through the wall that had been, but then
realized he was standing alone there with only his own backpack
standing beside him and many of the villagers looking at him
strangely. "Uh oh," he thought and quickly followed his son's
example before anyone would even think of trying to stop him and
make a meal out of him for what his son had done to their
champion.
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From among the crowds, a withered old woman narrowed
her eyes at the fleeing pair, but was moving towards the damaged
house instead of the duo as her main concern was the girl. She
quickly entered into the room where the unconscious girl was and
sighed from the relief after discovering that the girl was at least
alive.
She knelt down at the girl's side and touched several spots
across her body, coming to the conclusion that the girl had not
suffered anything major aside the concussion. It seemed that
training the girl into the secrets of Bakusai Tenketsu (Breaking
Point) had paid off or the girl might be dead now, or cripple at least.
"Get her to the village healer and tell them to patch her up
at the best of their abilities, she needs to be up and going as soon
as possible," she commanded at the few villagers who had taken
the courage to approach the village matriarch and her unconscious
great granddaughter.
The two women and one man looked at one another and
then nodded before rushing to the purple haired girl's side and
lifting her carefully as they began to carry her to the healer's hut.
After they had left, the old woman stayed behind as she began to
assess the damage she was seeing and then thinking about how it
had been caused.
"That boy is strong, enormously so," she mentally noted to
herself and scratched her chin. It was slightly disturbing to her to
see a mere male possessing a strength like this, let alone the speed
she had seen him moving with. Her great granddaughter had not
been trained in the advanced speed techniques, but even with those
she doubted that her dear relative would have not stood a chance
against this stranger. But then a heavy frown fell upon her face as
she recalled what she had felt when she first saw the boy.
The boy carried a strange aura around him, one that
brought a metaphor of two different forces battling with each other,
negative and positive, like putting two opposite sides of a magnet
against one another. This hadn't caught her attention until the boy
had challenged her great granddaughter, but before she could come
to any conclusion about him, he had abruptly made his aura shift
into what she had seen as the 'negative' plane when he had lashed
out with that devastative punch of his that had made her great
granddaughter fly across the air and through the wall of the small
home.
"I don't know what caused it, but I'll be damned if I don't
figure it out," the old crone muttered to herself. She would join her
great granddaughter when she would wake up and go searching for
her new husband, as she didn't feel quite safe by leaving her only
remaining relative with such a dangerous task, especially if the boy
proved to be hostile.
"I will get to the bottom of this. This I swear," she thought
to herself as she set her gnarled staff into upward position before
jumping on top of it and using it to pogoe out from the building.
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"Damn!" Ranma cursed and threw another pebble into the
campfire, his father's unconscious form lying not too far away from
him. He had decked the old man down after he hadn't stopped
bugging him about how he had done that punch even tough he had
asked him to, and eventually had made him demonstrate it by using
his father's own head as a target to it.
But it wasn't that which was making him so gloomy, no. It
was the fact that he had used it on that girl, a girl for heaven's
sake! He hadn't struck a girl in his whole life, at least to his
knowledge, and now he had nearly killed one thanks to his
unthoughtfulness.
With hateful look in his eyes he pulled his right hand up, the
one he ad used to strike at the girl, and clenched it tightly into a
fist, drawing blood as he dug his claws into his own palm. When he
opened it, there were four thin, long trails of blood running down his
arm, he continued to glare at them, but then seemed to change his
gaze into more confused one when he noticed that the wounds were
already almost completely healed. "What the...?"
He touched them and realized it was true. There wasn't
even a mark left of the cuts he had just made. "How...?" he asked
himself, but then quickly shut himself up when he realized that it
must have been connected to everything else that had been going
on with him after his transformation. Whatever it was that he had
become, was not only insanely fast, strong, and weird looking, but
also possessed a disturbingly fast healing rate.
At first he just stared at his hand, turning it to look at it
from all angles, but then remembered what he had first been doing
and quickly dropped this new matter completely, thinking that this
mystery was not worth troubling himself for as he was mostly likely
not going to solve it with his current knowledge.
Ranma quickly fell back into his brooding state and turned
his tired gaze towards the heavens before falling on his back. The
events that had happened in that village was forcing him to take up
on the decision of dedicating himself to learn how to control his new
abilities before he would fight again, as while he didn't worry much
about his father, he could absorb quite a lot of beating, he still
needed to be careful around people who couldn't take that much
punishment as he had given to that unfortunate amazon.
Thinking about the amazon girl strangely brought bit
conflicted feelings inside him. While he was worried of her health, as
he had only made sure that her heart was beating and that she was
breathing, he was also having this feeling she had brought into his
chest when he had first seen her. It felt kind of warm and fuzzy. "I
wonder what it is..." Ranma mentally mumbled to himself but then
decided to let the matter drop and turn for the night. It had been a
long day and it would be that tomorrow too since they had left the
guide into the village when he and his father had fled from there,
meaning that they would have to go blindly to the east and hope
they didn't encounter any trouble before they would reach the
shore...but then again, Ranma knew would be wishing against the
their usual luck if he did that and decided that he would just take
the things as they came.
"I hate my life," he muttered as he closed his eyes and
rolled off into sleep.
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End of prologue...
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Next chapter: Fiancée trouble...
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Ok, this is my first fanfic I've represented to the larger public, so
please be gentle with it. I'm sorry if it wasn't very long, but it is a
prologue and I'll try to write the next chapter a bit longer.
I know I'm no great writer and that there might be a lot of errors in
my grammar, I am trying to polish these two sections the best I
can, but I can't do it unless nobody lets me know what's wrong, so
feel free to point out typing errors or anything that you feel like
complaining except OOC reports since it would be a waste of time.
This _is_ fanfiction, so the characters are usually expected to act
differently than in the original story, unless the author wishes to
follow the character patterns of course, but that's their decision, not
necessarily mine.
I'll be writing the next chapter regardless to the replies I'll be
getting from this tough, but will need to hear your opinions if you
wish this to continue, or else I'll let this story wither up and die. Its
survival depends on you people, yes _you_!
But enough babbling, do go and write what you think of this story
on the review board or send me an email, I'll try to look into both of
them as soon as I can.
-Goenitz
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Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Anime tittles that I've used in
here to make this story, and no, I'm not getting any profit from this
so don't bother sending your lawyers after me!
Warnings: Violence and possibly bad grammar. Beware...
Before anyone says that I should use different punctuation
methods, such as " " for speech, [ ] for thoughts, * * for Chinese,
and ( ) for Pig Latin, or any other such crap. I'd like to point out
that this system is just bad grammar. I won't do it.
It should be pretty obvious who's saying what most of the time, so
a system like that isn't needed. If you have a trouble, look at the
context of what's being said, and it should be clear. If it isn't, it
probably isn't that important, or just an ambiguous statement.
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(Ranma 1/2 - Alternative universe multicrossover fanfic story)
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When Fates Collide
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Prologue
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Along a small dirt road leading from the infamous Jusenkyo
valley to the village of Joketsuko, there was a small group of people
walking along its path. The first one being a large chubby looking
Chinese man wearing a dark green Mao era 'uniform of the people'.
Behind him came a similar built, if not slightly more overweighed
Japanese man who was dressed in an old worn gi that had once
been white but by now had gained a slightly yellowish tint to it. And
as the last, but no means the least, there was the youngest of the
group, a young man at the verge of maturing and who was dressed
in similar clothes as the man in front of him, only cleaner. That
boy's name was Ranma Saotome, the heir of the Saotome Mutsabeto
Kakuto Ryu, and if the look on his face was anything to tell from,
he wasn't very happy with his current situation.
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Ranma's brows furrowed as he glanced down at his
clenched hands, and then proceeded to sigh heavily as he opened
them and revealed rather nasty looking claws that were now
growing from his fingers, in the places where he used to have
fingernails.
"Now how the hell am I supposed to do? How am I going
live normally from now on?" the boy muttered to himself as he
debated his situation while his other hand travelled upward, his
fingers brushing through his hair that ran at the sides of his head,
his face grimacing slightly at what he felt.
It was an ear all right, but now it had rather strange looking
pointed look to it that one might expect seeing on elf, or some other
fairy tale character. His eyes were also slightly different than normal
humans, possessing a rather unnatural colour to them, with the
irises of his eyes being dark yellow, almost golden, and the black
pupils in the middle being long and narrowed into thin vertical slits
like ones of a cat.
Shaking his head the boy shook the thought out from his
head; thoughts like that always made his spine shiver with fear.
Thinking about cats was the last thing he wanted to do right now,
no matter what he looked like right now, and quickly settled into his
other trouble. His father.
The fat glutton was still grumbling about the beating he had
taken at the hands of his son who hadn't been very happy about the
little transformation he had gone through, not that it had been the
only one tough. No, Ranma hadn't done it only once today, but
twice. First time being when he climbed out from the spring within
his new form, and the second time being when he had discovered
that the usual mean of reversing the curse didn't work on him,
leaving him still on slightly ill mood despite the roughing he had
given to his old man.
"Stupid old man, if it hadn't been for you, I'd still be
normal," the boy grumbled to himself while keeping short distance
to his father who was on the process of following the guide who had
graciously offered to take them to the closest village from where
they could take the main road towards the east coast. At the time it
seemed that perhaps going there would be the best, at least if the
guide's words were true and that there was no cure to these curses.
Genma ignored his child's mutterings and continued to think
furiously of how to turn this latest turn of events into his favour.
The guide hadn't been able to determine what was wrong with
Ranma's curse, or what was its nature for that matter, there had
not been any mentioning of it in the valley's history, so it left many
openings into the Saotome patriarch's plans, not that there wouldn't
have been many of them there before that. He had never been
famous on the size of his brain; or rather in the use of the little he
still had, so nothing good was not probably going to ensue from
this.
His main concern was the boy's ability to produce an heir to
the future Anything Goes School of martial arts. He knew Soun
would be most displeased if they union between their children would
be ruined by something like this, but what was there for him to do?
The guide had told him that there was no cure to the curses and
that the hot water was the only known way to temporarily reverse
them until the victims would be splashed with cold one.
Glancing at the boy from over his shoulder, Genma narrowed
his eyes at his son and wondered how he would explain his
appearance to Soun when they would get back to Japan. It would
take some convincing, but he didn't think his old friend would
take much coaxing until he would believe that there was nothing
to worry about how the boy looked right now. The union between
the two families might still be salvageable and his early
retirement guaranteed, but there was still a small nagging doubt
throbbing in the back of his head about this whole thing.
As when he looked the things in the long term, he became
worried of how the rest of the people they would encounter, would
react to the boy's looks. It wasn't everyday you saw people with
long pointed ears, slit eyes and clawed hands.
He narrowed his eyes even further at the claws and turned
away with a light grimace as he recalled the feeling those blasted
things had given him when the boy first time discovered their
usefulness in mauling him and his body still covered with the marks
they had left. "I have to do something about those if I'm to make
the boy respect his elders again," he groused to himself silently and
proceeded to follow the guide more closely.
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"Here be the village this one tell you about," the Jusenkyo
guide said while gesturing the area around them. It was mostly
farm area with lots of men working on the fields and only few
women in sight, carrying swords and spears while clearly guarding
the place for any possible threats instead of working with the men.
Ranma noticed it quite quickly that it was only women that
were doing the patrolling that only men worked, many of them
looking rather miserable and defeated if the expressions on their
faces was anything go by.
"What's with this place? Why are all the guys working and
all the girls just standing or patrolling around?" the boy asked
curiously.
"This be amazon village, have many powerful female warriors,
they have no time to labour on fields. That be men's job." The guide
explained.
"Huh? So you're telling me that this place is practically run
by chicks?" Ranma asked with slightly stupefied look on his face.
"Man, I wonder how they've managed to live so far."
The guide turned to look at the boy but did not say anything
and just continued to walk. He didn't bother to say it to the boy that
it would probably be pretty bad thing for him if any of the amazons
heard and understood what he had just said, but that was most
unlikely to happen since the amazons weren't very well educated in
the foreign languages if at all.
Genma just growled. He had gotten splashed with cold water again,
this time by an extremely sudden and suspiciously short rainstorm that
had travelled across the hills they had used as an shortcut to get
here bit faster. Strangely it wad only him that the storm had wetted,
Ranma and the guide were still dry and clean like the way they had
been when they first left the valley.
As they walked deeper into the village, it became obvious to
the two foreign visitors that this place was indeed ruled by women.
While Genma seemed to mostly ignore it, Ranma found it rather
shocking to see women doing the things he usually saw men doing
in the other villages they had passed when they first came into
China. He felt almost bad for the poor guys who he saw there,
majority of them looking as if they had lost their souls and will to
live. It made him wonder why they were still here if the conditions
were so bad.
"Aaa, we be very lucky," the guide suddenly exclaimed,
tearing Ranma's attention from his earlier observation. "There be a
tournament here, many proud warriors fight here today to test skills
and strength," he continued and pointed at the center of the village
where they had just arrived. It was the area where majority of the
main buildings seemed to be clustered around, there seemed to be
even a inn and a supply shop there.
Both Ranma and Genma turned to look what the guide had
pointed at and saw a huge crowd surrounding two massive wooden
pillars that had been raised almost thirty feet off the ground with
one similar pillar set horizontally on top of them. But that wasn't
what caught their interests, no. It was the two women who were on
top of it, fighting with weapons that one did not see being used
often these days.
"They're both women, right?" Ranma asked dumbly as he
stared at the guide and pointed at the two combatants.
The other woman was an old, fat, and ugly looking thing
with nine feet long two inches thick pole in her hands. On the other
end of the pole there was a nasty looking two feet long spiked
mace, many of its spikes having been bent by the enemy's two
huge, smoot mace-like weapons tough.
Her opponent was a young and pretty looking girl with long
purple hair that billowed behind her as she moved in the
coordinated patterns, her maces swinging seemingly only to block
or parry the strikes the other woman was aiming at her. She was
the one Ranma was willing to bet to be the winner of this
tournament, tough.
"Hmm...she has some serious power there," the boy
muttered and crossed his arms as he came a halt just behind the
outer rim of the crowd, not noticing that his father was no longer
standing by his side anymore.
The mentioned fool was too busy eating at the table where
it had seen the large bouquet of food to take notice of the small
sign that had been set next to the table, not that it would have
made any difference since he couldn't read Chinese. But it still
didn't change the fact of what he was doing.
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Xian Pu, the purple haired amazon who was fighting over at
the log, dodged low her opponent's latest attack and skilfully dove
underneath the offending mace that had threatened to make mince
meat of her head, and raised then her right hand bonbori in a wide
arc in order to smack her opponent with what she believed to be the
decisive strike.
She was not disappointed when she felt the weapon in her
hand vibrate with the impact it made with her opponent's chest
armor, or when she saw the mentioned woman being plummeted
into the air and down from the challenge log like three hundred
pound ugly pigeon that couldn't fly.
"Too easy," she whispered to herself. There hadn't been a
single doubt of her victory when she first came into the challenge
area, as it had been her great grandmother who had coaxed her
into this for the past ten years.
With the last challenger having been knocked off the log,
Xian Pu could finally stand up and take in the cheers of the people
who surrounded her, most of them being her fellow villagers. This
was what she lived for, total and unquestionable admiration from
other people, but this euphoric feeling did not last very long when
she eyes caught the certain panda feasting upon _her_ victory
prize.
"What is the meaning of this!? Who let that thing in here?!"
she screamed angrily and leapt off from the log in a impressive
thirty feet long leap that easily carried her over the crowd and into
striking distance from the imposing animal. Unfortunately she
misjudged the animal's alertness and missed by hair's length from
crushing its skull on the table, instead smashing the particular table
in half with splinters flying into every direction.
"Who brought this thing here?!" she screamed once more and
pointed one of her bonbori maces at the imposing animal while giving
the people around her a hard glare. Everybody seemed to just look at
one another and shrug their shoulders. Well, everybody except _him_.
He was a young man, dressed in strange white outfit that
was made from some sort of thick cloth that obviously could take
some punishment before breaking, but it wasn't his clothes that
drew her attention. There was something odd about him, aside
being foreigner and a cute looking too, at least on her opinion.
The boy in question turned around and seemed to notice
her, but then quickly averted his eyes from her when he noticed
something next to her. And if the way the size of his eyes suddenly
grew was anything to judge from when he saw the panda, Xian Pu
felt that it was pretty firm bet to think that the animal was his, but
she still wanted to make sure. "Is this beast yours?" she asked, not
pretending to hide a single ounce of her anger when she said it.
The boy just blinked at her, seemingly not understanding a
word she had said and seemed to concentrate on the panda again
when he began to approach it. He shouted something to the panda
and it seemed to just blink at him and then resume eating what it
had started while pulling some sort of wooden sing from behind its
back. How it had gotten there would remain as an eternal mystery
to her and anyone else at present.
But this wasn't what really ticked Xian Pu off, no. It was the
fact that the boy was obviously ignoring her. And that would not
just do.
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Ranma got a nasty shiver when he heard the winner of the
tournament scream something in anger and then leap over the
crowd where he couldn't see her at first. That was the first moment
he realized his father was not standing beside him anymore and
began to feel a pit growing inside him, as with his luck, the old fool
was probably already neck deep in crap and most likely would be
pulling him down alongside with him.
Then he heard something break and noticed everybody's
attention turning to the right where he saw the tournament winner,
the cute Chinese girl with purple hair, standing before his father
while brandishing one of her maces at him and shouting something
to the crowd around him. He wasn't sure, but he felt that she had
aimed her gaze at him but then dismissed it, he had to get his lousy
old man off his butt and fix the damage he had caused or at least
pay it up.
"Look what you've gotten us into again, old man! Can't you
keep your paws off anything anymore?!" the boy ranted angrily
before stomping to his father's side, ready to pound him into inch of
his life again.
Genma just looked at him with his beady eyes, seemingly
not liking the tone his son was using when addressing him, and
pulled out one of those weird signs he had started to create from
somewhere. "Insolent boy, I was just eating here when she
attacked," said the sign in his hands, or paws, whatever.
Ranma just gave his father an eye, one that told him that
his son wasn't buying it. But before he could say anything else the
guide burst between them.
"What sirs do? You eat victory prize!!" the Chinese man
gasped scandalously while almost grabbing Genma from his collar
and then turned to point at the purple haired girl who had begun to
grow a rather nasty scowl on her face. "Winner of tournament be
very angry, this be dishonourable if prize not compensated."
Both Ranma and Genma blinked, first at each other and
then at the mace brandishing amazon girl, and once again at each
other. For a moment Genma considered donating his son for the
villagers to save his own skin and later on steal the boy back if
possible, but he knew he couldn't take that risk now that he was
supposed to take the boy to the Tendo's and marry him off to one of
Soun's daughters so that he could go on a early retirement and live
off his son's sweat, luxuriously of course. Thus he came with the
idea he represented to his son.
"Son, why not duel her for the prize?" said the next sign
Genma had raised from whatever pocket space he had managed to
create, Ranma blinked and made a mental note to ask his father of
how to create one of those.
"Hmm, why not?" Ranma agreed with a shrug as he turned
to assess the amazon. She was clearly skilled and probably more
than a handful for someone who had been practicing martial arts for
most of their lives, bur he hadn't just practiced it, he had lived it, so
he doubted if she'd be able to even come close to him. Especially
now that he had acquired his new body.
He turned to face the guide and nodded towards the girl,
"Can you ask her if she'd fight for the prize? If I win, then wouldn't
it clean the slate between us?"
The guide blinked at the boy and then at the fat panda
beside him, but then just shrugged and translated the boy's
question to the amazon girl who suddenly grew rather anxious. The
malicious smile on her face was, however, anything but friendly,
and it was directed towards Genma.
"She say it be all right," the guide translated what the girl
said and then seemed to wait as the girl continued and then
continued, "But if you loose, she want your pet panda so she and
her fellow villagers can make feast from it."
Genma blinked at this and seemed to grow oddly tense
suddenly, he didn't like that idea, but then calmed a bit when he
realized it would be just that one girl his son would have to fight.
Surely his manly son could easily take her out without damaging
anything important.
A small frown appeared on Ranma's face as he saw his
father's relieved, and somewhat supportive gestures. He didn't feel
too good about pulling his old man's fat out of the oven again, but
he couldn't just let him die here, especially like that, no matter how
tempting the idea was at first. He still had his honour to uphold, no
mater how badly his father had marred his own.
And so Ranma nodded and followed the smiling amazon as
she lead him to the challenge log, the crowds around him parting
away with something that made him feel bit uncomfortable. He had
never liked being the center of the attention, and now even less if
they happened to notice the 'slight' deformations on his
appearance.
"Here's hoping nobody notices them before I'm through
here," the boy thought nervously and made sure to keep his hands
closed into fists so that nobody would notice his claws, as while they
were relatively small, the way they curved was making them quite
obvious if anyone saw them. Luckily his hair hid most of his ears so
he didn't need to worry about them.
And before he even knew it, he was on the log and looking
at his opponent with what could be described only as worry. He
didn't wish to be fighting this fight, but he had no choice if he
wanted to keep his honour intact, or so he believed...
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In the beginning both the amazon girl and Ranma were just
looking one another, assessing the skill levels and possible techniques
they both might be using. While Xian Pu's stance was firm and
elegant, Ranma's was relaxed and loose and thus easily misleading,
but those few among the crowd that were looking and had enough
knowledge on the art of hand to hand combat, saw it right away that
the fight was anything but balanced.
Xian Pu might have been skilled and experienced, a fact that she
had proven frequently, but when it came to mastery of her art, she was
still far away from point where her current opponent was. As for
someone to be standing on the challenge log with such ease as the boy
was showing was telling that he was both skilled and confident. No,
this fight was far from easy for the young amazon.
This was when the referee gave the fighters the signal to begin.
When the fight had started, Ranma had become quite convinced
that his opponent was as good as he had blieved. The amazon girl was
fast, no, scratch that, she was _really_ fast, her arms swinging her
giant maces as if they didn't weight her at all. But Ranma was still
faster.
It was clearly frustrating to his enemy to see him weave
around her strikes as if the whole thing had been set up and that he
was just an actor following the script. She, nor anyone else except
Ranma, did not however notice the confused frown the boy's face
during all this.
"How am I doing this? I don't remember being _this_ fast
before," the boy thought to himself with slight irritation. It wasn't
much of a trouble on its own, but the added speed of his reflexes
and muscles was forcing him to be wary with his movement, as it
would take some time to adjust to them.
The girl snarled hatefully at him and she tried to bash him
to the contest log with a massive overhead smash that would have
probably either killed or crippled him had he let it hit him. Instead
he simply jumped back, blinked at the girl, and then suddenly drove
his foot on her shoulder to make her stumble back.
Ranma knew he could have kicked her on the face, thanks
to her poor tactic, but chose not to mar her looks since it was bad
enough alone that he was fighting a girl altogether. It wasn't
honourable, or his father had always told him.
"Now, how am I going to end this without hurting her too much?"
he pondered to himself as he pushed the girl backward by taking few
rapid steps towards her position, keeping her from taking the
offensive again. "Maybe if I..." he ventured with a sudden calm
falling over his face as he stopped moving and waited for the amazon
to attack again.
He knew he was faster and that he could easily outmanoeuvre
her and so he prepared himself for a fast overhead jump, hoping that
he would catch his agile opponent before she could react to his
cunning plan. If this failed, he knew that he would either have a
massive headache and a few broken bones, as he doubted that he
could take even a single strike from those maces without getting at
least bruised.
Xian Pu watched the boy going into a low stance and saw this as
an opening and quickly tried to lash her opponent with a fast
horizontal sweep. She was trying to use it to make the boy to dodge
even lower and this way to allow her to bash him with another
overhead swing.
But instead of dodging under the swing, the boy did something
that caught her completely off guard, he jumped over it, and not just
the strike but his opponent too, causing the surprised amazon to loose
her momentum and turn around in ill prepared stance that soon
became her loss.
Ranma didn't waste his chance, and right after landing
behind the purple haired girl's back, he dove in and struck her with
an open palm strike right to the gut, this way hoping to drive all the air out from her lungs and thus submitting her into unconsciousness.
But then he realized he had made a mistake. He had
miscalculated his own strength. "No!" he gasped and watched the
events fold with fear grasping his heart.
Xian Pu hackled as the air rushed out from her lungs, her
eyes almost bulging out from their sockets at the mind boggling
strength she was being struck with. Then the next thing she knew
was the odd sensation of weightlessness and rushing air that made
her hair billow in front of her, then last came the darkness, but not
before allowing her to hear the sickening crunch that her body
made when it crashed through the stone wall that had been unlucky
enough to stand in her flight path.
A deep pit formed inside Ranma's gut when he saw this. "Oh
my god, I killed her," he muttered in horror and launched himself
off the log before anyone else from the crowd could even register
what had happened, and by the time they did Ranma was already
dashing towards the damaged building with cloud of dust rising
behind his track.
"No, please God no, don't do this to me," Ranma prayed as
he came to the pile of debris and broken furniture that had
crumbled and/or fallen on top of the unmoving and clearly
unconscious amazon maiden. With extreme care and delicacy he
dug the girl from underneath it and slowly, and fearfully touched
her neck.
"...Thank God," he whispered and hung his head when he
felt the girl's pulse. She was still alive. But this was not a moment
where he could rest at ease, the villagers wouldn't probably be
taking this well and even if they wouldn't, he was sure they would
represent all kinds of questions of how he did this, surely by then
noticing his rather odd appearance if they already hadn't. And that
was something he'd like to avoid if possible.
He didn't need to turn around to see that there were already
few of the villagers standing by the door, slightly fearfully trying to
see what was happening inside. Since he already knew the girl
would survive, there was no reason for him to stay, and thus he
bound through the hole the girl had made when he had punched her
through it and looked for his father before rushing to his side. "The
girl's gona survive, but I'm not gona stay here," was all that he said
before he picked up his backpack and began to run away.
Genma frowned towards the house, thinking about how his
son had managed to punch the girl with so much force as to make
her fly over forty feet and through the wall that had been, but then
realized he was standing alone there with only his own backpack
standing beside him and many of the villagers looking at him
strangely. "Uh oh," he thought and quickly followed his son's
example before anyone would even think of trying to stop him and
make a meal out of him for what his son had done to their
champion.
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From among the crowds, a withered old woman narrowed
her eyes at the fleeing pair, but was moving towards the damaged
house instead of the duo as her main concern was the girl. She
quickly entered into the room where the unconscious girl was and
sighed from the relief after discovering that the girl was at least
alive.
She knelt down at the girl's side and touched several spots
across her body, coming to the conclusion that the girl had not
suffered anything major aside the concussion. It seemed that
training the girl into the secrets of Bakusai Tenketsu (Breaking
Point) had paid off or the girl might be dead now, or cripple at least.
"Get her to the village healer and tell them to patch her up
at the best of their abilities, she needs to be up and going as soon
as possible," she commanded at the few villagers who had taken
the courage to approach the village matriarch and her unconscious
great granddaughter.
The two women and one man looked at one another and
then nodded before rushing to the purple haired girl's side and
lifting her carefully as they began to carry her to the healer's hut.
After they had left, the old woman stayed behind as she began to
assess the damage she was seeing and then thinking about how it
had been caused.
"That boy is strong, enormously so," she mentally noted to
herself and scratched her chin. It was slightly disturbing to her to
see a mere male possessing a strength like this, let alone the speed
she had seen him moving with. Her great granddaughter had not
been trained in the advanced speed techniques, but even with those
she doubted that her dear relative would have not stood a chance
against this stranger. But then a heavy frown fell upon her face as
she recalled what she had felt when she first saw the boy.
The boy carried a strange aura around him, one that
brought a metaphor of two different forces battling with each other,
negative and positive, like putting two opposite sides of a magnet
against one another. This hadn't caught her attention until the boy
had challenged her great granddaughter, but before she could come
to any conclusion about him, he had abruptly made his aura shift
into what she had seen as the 'negative' plane when he had lashed
out with that devastative punch of his that had made her great
granddaughter fly across the air and through the wall of the small
home.
"I don't know what caused it, but I'll be damned if I don't
figure it out," the old crone muttered to herself. She would join her
great granddaughter when she would wake up and go searching for
her new husband, as she didn't feel quite safe by leaving her only
remaining relative with such a dangerous task, especially if the boy
proved to be hostile.
"I will get to the bottom of this. This I swear," she thought
to herself as she set her gnarled staff into upward position before
jumping on top of it and using it to pogoe out from the building.
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"Damn!" Ranma cursed and threw another pebble into the
campfire, his father's unconscious form lying not too far away from
him. He had decked the old man down after he hadn't stopped
bugging him about how he had done that punch even tough he had
asked him to, and eventually had made him demonstrate it by using
his father's own head as a target to it.
But it wasn't that which was making him so gloomy, no. It
was the fact that he had used it on that girl, a girl for heaven's
sake! He hadn't struck a girl in his whole life, at least to his
knowledge, and now he had nearly killed one thanks to his
unthoughtfulness.
With hateful look in his eyes he pulled his right hand up, the
one he ad used to strike at the girl, and clenched it tightly into a
fist, drawing blood as he dug his claws into his own palm. When he
opened it, there were four thin, long trails of blood running down his
arm, he continued to glare at them, but then seemed to change his
gaze into more confused one when he noticed that the wounds were
already almost completely healed. "What the...?"
He touched them and realized it was true. There wasn't
even a mark left of the cuts he had just made. "How...?" he asked
himself, but then quickly shut himself up when he realized that it
must have been connected to everything else that had been going
on with him after his transformation. Whatever it was that he had
become, was not only insanely fast, strong, and weird looking, but
also possessed a disturbingly fast healing rate.
At first he just stared at his hand, turning it to look at it
from all angles, but then remembered what he had first been doing
and quickly dropped this new matter completely, thinking that this
mystery was not worth troubling himself for as he was mostly likely
not going to solve it with his current knowledge.
Ranma quickly fell back into his brooding state and turned
his tired gaze towards the heavens before falling on his back. The
events that had happened in that village was forcing him to take up
on the decision of dedicating himself to learn how to control his new
abilities before he would fight again, as while he didn't worry much
about his father, he could absorb quite a lot of beating, he still
needed to be careful around people who couldn't take that much
punishment as he had given to that unfortunate amazon.
Thinking about the amazon girl strangely brought bit
conflicted feelings inside him. While he was worried of her health, as
he had only made sure that her heart was beating and that she was
breathing, he was also having this feeling she had brought into his
chest when he had first seen her. It felt kind of warm and fuzzy. "I
wonder what it is..." Ranma mentally mumbled to himself but then
decided to let the matter drop and turn for the night. It had been a
long day and it would be that tomorrow too since they had left the
guide into the village when he and his father had fled from there,
meaning that they would have to go blindly to the east and hope
they didn't encounter any trouble before they would reach the
shore...but then again, Ranma knew would be wishing against the
their usual luck if he did that and decided that he would just take
the things as they came.
"I hate my life," he muttered as he closed his eyes and
rolled off into sleep.
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End of prologue...
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Next chapter: Fiancée trouble...
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Ok, this is my first fanfic I've represented to the larger public, so
please be gentle with it. I'm sorry if it wasn't very long, but it is a
prologue and I'll try to write the next chapter a bit longer.
I know I'm no great writer and that there might be a lot of errors in
my grammar, I am trying to polish these two sections the best I
can, but I can't do it unless nobody lets me know what's wrong, so
feel free to point out typing errors or anything that you feel like
complaining except OOC reports since it would be a waste of time.
This _is_ fanfiction, so the characters are usually expected to act
differently than in the original story, unless the author wishes to
follow the character patterns of course, but that's their decision, not
necessarily mine.
I'll be writing the next chapter regardless to the replies I'll be
getting from this tough, but will need to hear your opinions if you
wish this to continue, or else I'll let this story wither up and die. Its
survival depends on you people, yes _you_!
But enough babbling, do go and write what you think of this story
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-Goenitz