Subj: A Second Bet Entry : Ayeka Muyo!
Date: 6/28/01 7:24:47 PM Central Daylight Time
From: PansutoTarou5925
To: FlashFyre5
My opening salvo in this thing....
AYEKA MUYO! ~~~A PansutoTarou5925 Fanfiction
Disclaimer: Neither Ranma !/2 nor Tenchi Muyo! are mine. They are the respective properties of Rumiko Takahashi, Kitty, Viz, et al., and Pioneer Ltd. Kinda contraproductive to sue the people who buy all your stuff anyhow.
WARNING - This is a fusion. It's also got some characters switched around and otherwise oddified. If you have a problem with this, tough.
SECOND BET WARNING - Yes, this is a 2nd Bet entry. For whatever that's worth, anyhow.
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The old man shuffled uneasily along the canyonlike aisles. Heaven's library was the largest in existence; an enormous structure of labrythine passages and a deep silence that suggested, in some distant corner of the mind, that time had no meaning here. The old man knew that that corner was correct. It wouldn't do for someone to become late because they were lost in a book. He had made sure of it. He was the librarian, after all; it was his job to think of things like that. He sighed as he came to what he was looking for: a few of those manga left on the reading table. He picked them up and was about to put them on the shelf when a most unpleasant event occurred.
"Boo!" came the ever annoying voice of Toltiir, startling the old man. The manga fell to the floor and the pages came loose, mixing into a messy pile.
"Silence in the library!" he whispered harshly. He then took a good look at his visitor. "Aren't you usually in the joke section?" He then realized he had dropped the manga. "Oh bother."
Toltiir looked at the mess. "Isn't that kind of sloppy binding?"
"Those were the originals, kept in folders, you mangy furball. Look at the mess you've caused." He picked up the thoroughly mixed manga and sighed. "This is going to take forever to sort out."
"So who wants to sort it out?" The librarian gave him a look promising intense pain. "I'm running a little contest on fusions and crossovers right now."
"Oh, like that Bet thing you had last year?" the librarian asked detachedly, having already moved to pick up the next few manga scattered on the table and put them back. He'd fix the mess later. After Toltiir left.
"Yeah, and the winner gets the timeline of their choice continued."
The librarian paused. "I'm going for a timeline where you can't enter the library."
Toltiir laughed loudly. "Hah hah, you kidder." he chortled.
"I'm serious. Take my entry and get the he- the heck out of here."
** * * * * * * * * * * * **
At a desk in a house just outside of Okayama was a young girl with strikingly long, purple hair, looking through a piece of paper she had her pen paused above. We can excuse her for seeming shell shocked. She had had quite a day. The worst of it was - and she quite suspected this - was that the insanity had just begun.
'June 16th, 2000. Dear Diary: Today was probably the strangest day I've had in a long time. You know how the family legend says a great warrior named Yosho battled a mighty demon and imprisoned it in the cave by the hill? Well, a few weeks ago Grandfather said I might go in the cave if I took the key from him. While I think he meant in a kendo match, I was too frustrated to care and took them when he was in town today. You know, the gates to the cave look far more forbidding when you wonder what is on the other side...'
** * * * * * * * * * * * **
Ayeka Masaki was not a cowardly person. And yet, faced with the cave of the legendary demon, her legs seemed to fail her. They weren't much to look at - a few half rusted bars sealing a small opening in the rocks on the hilltop. It had no iron-shod door, no sign that said "All hope abandon, ye who enter here". It didn't need these things. There was an ancient terror soaked into every rock. She had never felt frightened by its presence before, but then again, she had never been about to enter, either.
"What am I so worried about? The demon's got to be dead." she said, steeling herself. Resolutely she walked up to the gates and unlocked the rusty gate, pulling it open with a loud creak. She looked into the gloom, and turned on her small flashlight. She walked into the cave.
"Why, this is wonderful. I risk all sorts of punishment when Grandfather gets back to look at an empty cave." she said, sniffing. "Hmmph! Oh? What's this...?" For the cave had opened up, and a little natural light shone down. There was a small box, like a birdhouse, with a wooden sword hilt in it, and a rock with an inscription. "This must be where the demon is buried."
Ayeka walked over to the stone and tried to read it. It wasn't in Japanese; nor was it in English. In fact, she couldn't even identify what alphabet it was written in; it might as well be so many scribbles. Deciding that the stone was a dead end, she turned to the little birdhouse-like box with the sword hilt in it. It was an intricately carved little piece, three intertwined pieces of wood terminating in a bulb on one end and a few spiky things at the other end. On the bulb were three small, nondescript gems. Possessed by a sudden impulse to take the sword - and by wanting at least one souvenier from this little trip - Ayeka grabbed hold of the sword and lifted it out. "What an odd little thing this is." she said, turning it around. "I do wonder how it got here. Is this Yosho's sword, perhaps? Or its hilt, at any rate." She idly tapped the wooden hilt against the palm of her hand as she thought. Suddenly she was startled by a loud CRACK.
The wall of the cave behind the strangely inscribed stone had cracked open. Frozen with fear, irrationally fearing that Grandfather would blame her for what was obviously the work of an earthquake - an EARTHQUAKE? Ayeak screamed bloody murder, and for good reason. A cave is no place to be in a quake. The stone cracked completely and the ground under her suddenly gave way.
"AAAIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" she screamed, hurtling out of control down the rocky incline, until she was dumped out in a small room uncovered by the rockslide. Swiftly pulling down her skirt into a more modest position, Ayeka took stock of where she was. "This is certainly wonderful." she sniffed, and took a look at her ruined skirt. "Arrgh! And my favorite skirt, no less!" She walked over to the small pool of water that was in the center of the room. "Perhaps I can get some of this out." She strided over to the water and bent over, picking up a double handful of water before noticing something.
"There's.. a DEAD PERSON.. in the WATER!" she said, voice rising to a shriek. "AND I STUCK MY HANDS IN IT!" She flung the water violently to the side and stared at her hands in horror. "How.. how disgusting!" Then something pulled down her hand, and she was face to face with the shriveled corpse itself. "AAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!" she screamed again, pistol-whipping the apparation with the sword hilt. Its shriveled head snapped back from the force of the blow, and, with a burst of adrenaline, she sprinted up the rockfall, out the cave and didn't stop until she reached her room.
Where, having been stressed beyond the wildest dreams of a cardiologist, she immediately fainted.
** * * * * * * * * * * * **
'..and that's all that happened today. Well, except the fact that we were treated to my father's disgusting cuisine for dinner, but that goes without saying. Anyhow, I've woken an ancient demon and all I got for the trouble was this lousy sword hilt. Hopefully it will be content to stay in its cave. I doubt it though, it probably bears a strong grudge against Yosho and his descendents. I shouldn't be suprised if I turn out to have secret family powers handed down from Yosho that I must learn or something. That sounds like something out of one of my manga, actually.' Several of the manga in question lay forgotten on the floor, a few trampled into pieces in her mad dash to the safety of her bed.
Still shell-shocked from the events of the day, a weary Ayeka Masaki slipped into bed, to prepare for another wonderful, exciting day of school. Or that was the plan, anyhow. Memories of a gnarled... thing... reaching out and grabbing her hand haunted her dreams, and she spent a long, sleepless night clutching at the sword hilt under her pillow.
** * * * * * * * * * * * **
The next day Ayeka was in school. Or more precisely, asleep in school. As Ayeka was one of her better students, the teacher let her sleep in class this once. The bombed-out look she had suggested she really wouldn't be able to pay attention in class today anyhow. And she kept a death grip on that stick all day, too. When that class finished she warned the next teacher, and so on. Eventually, the final bell rang and all the students filed out, leaving one dead-to-the-world student in her seat.
That explains why, when Ayeka was finally ready to face the school day, it was already over. Blinking in suprise, she looked around for her classmates. Then she noticed the clock. "Wonderful. I've slept through class. This is all that demon-creature's fault." She walked up to the roof, intending to get a little fresh air and enjoy the scenery. That way at least the whole day wouldn't be a wash.
The view from the roof was a good one, which was why Ayeka liked to eat her lunch there. She popped out her bento and began to enjoy a late lunch, watching the clouds' shadows slip over the mountains. Just as she was about to put her pickled plum in her mouth, she felt something tap her on the shoulder. "Nice view, huh?" a voice said from over her shoulder. Startled, Ayeka turned around. Standing right behind her was a girl with oddly spiked red hair , some of which was pulled back in a rough pigtail. She was dressed in an odd orange and green silk shirt over black pants, and had a rather disturbing - or disturbed - little grin on her face.
"Who.. who are you!" she stammered.
"What, you don't recognize me? We just saw each other yesterday!" Seeing her look of shocked recognition, the smile grew a little deeper, a little wider. "I'm Ryoma. And you - you're of Yosho's blood. Nice to meetcha." With a wave of her hand the demon-woman summoned a beam of energy, turning it into a sword. With a primal yell, she leapt at Ayeka, slashing down at her head.
** * * * * * * * * * * * **
Weird, no? I like TenchiMuyo! and Ranma both, and decided to do something decidely unusual for a fusion. That is, fuse the characters - but not the characters you'd expect fused. Ranma and Ryoko are fused, if you couldn't figure it out, and Ayeka, though she isn't fused, is more Tenchi-like than in original-recipe Tenchi-Muyo!. How do you like? This is a Second Bet thing, so it's more how much people respond that determines how much (or even if at all) I continue this.
Also, this part, this prologue, went by pretty fast: but I wanted to skip the beginning parts everyone knows and get to the good stuff quick. Namely, the fight and stuff. You know how it goes. Anyhow, y'all know my email addy. It's PansutoTarou5925@aol.com, at least until the Wizards Of Spam find and clog it.
Date: 6/28/01 7:24:47 PM Central Daylight Time
From: PansutoTarou5925
To: FlashFyre5
My opening salvo in this thing....
AYEKA MUYO! ~~~A PansutoTarou5925 Fanfiction
Disclaimer: Neither Ranma !/2 nor Tenchi Muyo! are mine. They are the respective properties of Rumiko Takahashi, Kitty, Viz, et al., and Pioneer Ltd. Kinda contraproductive to sue the people who buy all your stuff anyhow.
WARNING - This is a fusion. It's also got some characters switched around and otherwise oddified. If you have a problem with this, tough.
SECOND BET WARNING - Yes, this is a 2nd Bet entry. For whatever that's worth, anyhow.
** * * * * * * * * * * * **
The old man shuffled uneasily along the canyonlike aisles. Heaven's library was the largest in existence; an enormous structure of labrythine passages and a deep silence that suggested, in some distant corner of the mind, that time had no meaning here. The old man knew that that corner was correct. It wouldn't do for someone to become late because they were lost in a book. He had made sure of it. He was the librarian, after all; it was his job to think of things like that. He sighed as he came to what he was looking for: a few of those manga left on the reading table. He picked them up and was about to put them on the shelf when a most unpleasant event occurred.
"Boo!" came the ever annoying voice of Toltiir, startling the old man. The manga fell to the floor and the pages came loose, mixing into a messy pile.
"Silence in the library!" he whispered harshly. He then took a good look at his visitor. "Aren't you usually in the joke section?" He then realized he had dropped the manga. "Oh bother."
Toltiir looked at the mess. "Isn't that kind of sloppy binding?"
"Those were the originals, kept in folders, you mangy furball. Look at the mess you've caused." He picked up the thoroughly mixed manga and sighed. "This is going to take forever to sort out."
"So who wants to sort it out?" The librarian gave him a look promising intense pain. "I'm running a little contest on fusions and crossovers right now."
"Oh, like that Bet thing you had last year?" the librarian asked detachedly, having already moved to pick up the next few manga scattered on the table and put them back. He'd fix the mess later. After Toltiir left.
"Yeah, and the winner gets the timeline of their choice continued."
The librarian paused. "I'm going for a timeline where you can't enter the library."
Toltiir laughed loudly. "Hah hah, you kidder." he chortled.
"I'm serious. Take my entry and get the he- the heck out of here."
** * * * * * * * * * * * **
At a desk in a house just outside of Okayama was a young girl with strikingly long, purple hair, looking through a piece of paper she had her pen paused above. We can excuse her for seeming shell shocked. She had had quite a day. The worst of it was - and she quite suspected this - was that the insanity had just begun.
'June 16th, 2000. Dear Diary: Today was probably the strangest day I've had in a long time. You know how the family legend says a great warrior named Yosho battled a mighty demon and imprisoned it in the cave by the hill? Well, a few weeks ago Grandfather said I might go in the cave if I took the key from him. While I think he meant in a kendo match, I was too frustrated to care and took them when he was in town today. You know, the gates to the cave look far more forbidding when you wonder what is on the other side...'
** * * * * * * * * * * * **
Ayeka Masaki was not a cowardly person. And yet, faced with the cave of the legendary demon, her legs seemed to fail her. They weren't much to look at - a few half rusted bars sealing a small opening in the rocks on the hilltop. It had no iron-shod door, no sign that said "All hope abandon, ye who enter here". It didn't need these things. There was an ancient terror soaked into every rock. She had never felt frightened by its presence before, but then again, she had never been about to enter, either.
"What am I so worried about? The demon's got to be dead." she said, steeling herself. Resolutely she walked up to the gates and unlocked the rusty gate, pulling it open with a loud creak. She looked into the gloom, and turned on her small flashlight. She walked into the cave.
"Why, this is wonderful. I risk all sorts of punishment when Grandfather gets back to look at an empty cave." she said, sniffing. "Hmmph! Oh? What's this...?" For the cave had opened up, and a little natural light shone down. There was a small box, like a birdhouse, with a wooden sword hilt in it, and a rock with an inscription. "This must be where the demon is buried."
Ayeka walked over to the stone and tried to read it. It wasn't in Japanese; nor was it in English. In fact, she couldn't even identify what alphabet it was written in; it might as well be so many scribbles. Deciding that the stone was a dead end, she turned to the little birdhouse-like box with the sword hilt in it. It was an intricately carved little piece, three intertwined pieces of wood terminating in a bulb on one end and a few spiky things at the other end. On the bulb were three small, nondescript gems. Possessed by a sudden impulse to take the sword - and by wanting at least one souvenier from this little trip - Ayeka grabbed hold of the sword and lifted it out. "What an odd little thing this is." she said, turning it around. "I do wonder how it got here. Is this Yosho's sword, perhaps? Or its hilt, at any rate." She idly tapped the wooden hilt against the palm of her hand as she thought. Suddenly she was startled by a loud CRACK.
The wall of the cave behind the strangely inscribed stone had cracked open. Frozen with fear, irrationally fearing that Grandfather would blame her for what was obviously the work of an earthquake - an EARTHQUAKE? Ayeak screamed bloody murder, and for good reason. A cave is no place to be in a quake. The stone cracked completely and the ground under her suddenly gave way.
"AAAIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" she screamed, hurtling out of control down the rocky incline, until she was dumped out in a small room uncovered by the rockslide. Swiftly pulling down her skirt into a more modest position, Ayeka took stock of where she was. "This is certainly wonderful." she sniffed, and took a look at her ruined skirt. "Arrgh! And my favorite skirt, no less!" She walked over to the small pool of water that was in the center of the room. "Perhaps I can get some of this out." She strided over to the water and bent over, picking up a double handful of water before noticing something.
"There's.. a DEAD PERSON.. in the WATER!" she said, voice rising to a shriek. "AND I STUCK MY HANDS IN IT!" She flung the water violently to the side and stared at her hands in horror. "How.. how disgusting!" Then something pulled down her hand, and she was face to face with the shriveled corpse itself. "AAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!" she screamed again, pistol-whipping the apparation with the sword hilt. Its shriveled head snapped back from the force of the blow, and, with a burst of adrenaline, she sprinted up the rockfall, out the cave and didn't stop until she reached her room.
Where, having been stressed beyond the wildest dreams of a cardiologist, she immediately fainted.
** * * * * * * * * * * * **
'..and that's all that happened today. Well, except the fact that we were treated to my father's disgusting cuisine for dinner, but that goes without saying. Anyhow, I've woken an ancient demon and all I got for the trouble was this lousy sword hilt. Hopefully it will be content to stay in its cave. I doubt it though, it probably bears a strong grudge against Yosho and his descendents. I shouldn't be suprised if I turn out to have secret family powers handed down from Yosho that I must learn or something. That sounds like something out of one of my manga, actually.' Several of the manga in question lay forgotten on the floor, a few trampled into pieces in her mad dash to the safety of her bed.
Still shell-shocked from the events of the day, a weary Ayeka Masaki slipped into bed, to prepare for another wonderful, exciting day of school. Or that was the plan, anyhow. Memories of a gnarled... thing... reaching out and grabbing her hand haunted her dreams, and she spent a long, sleepless night clutching at the sword hilt under her pillow.
** * * * * * * * * * * * **
The next day Ayeka was in school. Or more precisely, asleep in school. As Ayeka was one of her better students, the teacher let her sleep in class this once. The bombed-out look she had suggested she really wouldn't be able to pay attention in class today anyhow. And she kept a death grip on that stick all day, too. When that class finished she warned the next teacher, and so on. Eventually, the final bell rang and all the students filed out, leaving one dead-to-the-world student in her seat.
That explains why, when Ayeka was finally ready to face the school day, it was already over. Blinking in suprise, she looked around for her classmates. Then she noticed the clock. "Wonderful. I've slept through class. This is all that demon-creature's fault." She walked up to the roof, intending to get a little fresh air and enjoy the scenery. That way at least the whole day wouldn't be a wash.
The view from the roof was a good one, which was why Ayeka liked to eat her lunch there. She popped out her bento and began to enjoy a late lunch, watching the clouds' shadows slip over the mountains. Just as she was about to put her pickled plum in her mouth, she felt something tap her on the shoulder. "Nice view, huh?" a voice said from over her shoulder. Startled, Ayeka turned around. Standing right behind her was a girl with oddly spiked red hair , some of which was pulled back in a rough pigtail. She was dressed in an odd orange and green silk shirt over black pants, and had a rather disturbing - or disturbed - little grin on her face.
"Who.. who are you!" she stammered.
"What, you don't recognize me? We just saw each other yesterday!" Seeing her look of shocked recognition, the smile grew a little deeper, a little wider. "I'm Ryoma. And you - you're of Yosho's blood. Nice to meetcha." With a wave of her hand the demon-woman summoned a beam of energy, turning it into a sword. With a primal yell, she leapt at Ayeka, slashing down at her head.
** * * * * * * * * * * * **
Weird, no? I like TenchiMuyo! and Ranma both, and decided to do something decidely unusual for a fusion. That is, fuse the characters - but not the characters you'd expect fused. Ranma and Ryoko are fused, if you couldn't figure it out, and Ayeka, though she isn't fused, is more Tenchi-like than in original-recipe Tenchi-Muyo!. How do you like? This is a Second Bet thing, so it's more how much people respond that determines how much (or even if at all) I continue this.
Also, this part, this prologue, went by pretty fast: but I wanted to skip the beginning parts everyone knows and get to the good stuff quick. Namely, the fight and stuff. You know how it goes. Anyhow, y'all know my email addy. It's PansutoTarou5925@aol.com, at least until the Wizards Of Spam find and clog it.