---WoT Idea---
The Wheel of Time turns, and ages come and pass, making events that become legend. Legend becomes myth, myth becomes legend. In the Third age, an age yet to come, an age long past; a wind arose in a small alley next to the Nekohanten. The wind was not the beginning, for there are neither beginnings nor ends to the Wheel of Time but it was a beginning.
Flyers spun in endless rotations through the breeze, paper wafting out into the street. A whining roar began in the alley, an ear-piercing scream following sometime thereafter. The air began to shimmer in the centre of the small row, the fabric of reality beginning to shift and twist around a certain incoming occupant and reality shimmered with color, formless mutations and runes of power blinking in the midday sun. It so happened that the flashing lights and shrieking cries alerted a certain martial artist to the dank alley.
Ranma shuffled wearily along the sidewalk. Dark circles sat underneath bloodshot eyes, his mouth twisted into a black grimace as his lifeblood dripped from his open sleeve, a steady trickle of crimson spattering to the concrete. With a slight groan he slit his wrist anew, curing his regenerative properties for forcing his torture, he simply wanted to diethat was all but his damn body refused to wound. He would slit his wrists, red blood spurting out for only a moment, before the flesh re-knit and the flow ebbed. He had left a trail of crimson from his hollow house to the Nekohanten where he planned on dying. In his eyes only Cologne could kill him, but even that could be a vain hope as he had surpassed her fighting prowess several years before.
Akane was dead, had been for several years and his life was at best a living hell without her. Breast cancer has taken her and without her light he was lost in the darkness. After five long years he was ready to join her. 5 Years, equal to the years they had been together, of loneliness and depression had taken their toll on his body. He was unshaven and dirty, his muscles out of shape. Strangely enough his ki remained the same, he surmised that they would remain the same forever, and it was to that that he attributed his physical youth. Now he cursed his indecision in marriage, they could have had twenty five years of betrothed bliss, instead they had wasted their youth.
Now as he neared his destination he felt the glorious release of death on the threshold. He sighed in ecstasy as the darkness ate away at the edges of his vision, but his arm still needed that last slash. A woman screamed across the street, clutching her daughter to her side, and Ranma stumbled into the nearby alley to finish his death. It seemed funny to him in the mad delusions of blood loss that now he didn't need Cologne at all.
Moiraine Damodred fell out of the portal only to smash against Ranma's hard chest, knocking them both to the cement. The Aes Sendai of the Blue Ajah awoke to find herself not in Caemlyn where Lanfeare and Ranma had appeared, but rather in a strange land atop an older man bleeding into the gutter. The sky was strange and the buildings around her made of alien materials, her head spun as she tried to embrace the One Power only to have it slip through her fingers like crude oil, the remnants of the power at least re-energizing her frazzled mind. She sensed the waves of anguish washing over the drying man's body, could taste the coppery tang of blood in her mouth. The man wore the mask of Death.
Ranma's wound had healed in the meantime, the only evidence of his suicidal attempt a bright smear of red down his arm. Already his system had begun to replenish his life force, the pints of blood lost swiftly replaced as the battered Aes Sendai lifted his head. Flutteringly Ranma's eyes opened to behold an angelic face framed by golden sunlight.
"AmI in heaven?"
"Shhno not yet" Moiraine's ageless Aes Sendai face was gone, washed away by the ter-angreal archway, and in it's stead was placed a truly youthful visage of perhaps only twenty summers.
"Whowho are you girl?" Ranma's bloody hand brushed a lock of brown hair from her face, leaving a smear of ruby fluid upon her forehead. "Leave me alone girl, it's better this way."
"Shhbe silent Gaiden" Truly she could barely stand herself. Already she could sense the encroaching wave of loss from her cauterized bond to Lan al'Mandragoran and at the same time could tell the man underneath her had lost his bond as well. She wouldn't suffer through it, at least not alone.
The One Power suffused her body, the bliss of power filling her every pore, the wave was sweet like honeysuckle and tempted her to draw more. The glow surrounded her body, her clothes clean and crisp once again, and soon the aura concentrated into her palms and seeped into ranma. He felt the power flooding his mind, covering every brain cell in an envelope of power, power which overrode his pain and depression. His eyes opened wide, his breath came in short gasps as his ki battled the invading energy but ultimately faltered, leaving his system to adapt. His body was changed, more lean, more muscular, his power level soared as the bond took hold.
Moiraine's eyes drooped as the power fled and she fell forward into his arms. Ranma arose in a single movement and clasped her body to his chest. As if some door had been opened in his mind he felt other emotions in his head; and almost maternal instinct overriding his self-destructive tendencies; he could simultaneously feel the sensation of his fingers on her skin and also the feeling of fingers on his skin. He sensed her exhaustion and confusion, and also her proximity to his body. [Whoever the hell she is, she had some explaining to do]
With that he leapt to the rooftops.
---Saotome Home---
Moiraine awoke to the plush feel of soft bedding, a light quilt spread over her torso as she lay on Ranma's couch. She looked around at the strange walls, portraits clearer and more lifelike than any she had ever beheld staring back at her in vivid color, before rising and letting the silken blanket flutter to the floor. Idly she realized she was nude, a bright splash of crimson coloring her cheeks in naïve embarrassment. The room was dark, which meant many hours had passed since she had appeared in the strange land.
One Power swirled through the air around her, she could feel the flows of power and light coursing through the walls of the building, each small mote of light regenerating her stunned senses. She drew in the energy, stunned when she was jolted with life force far surpassing what she would safely draw before. And yet, even then Moiraine felt a faint tug at her body, as if the power was being partially drawn from her! Suddenly her actions came back to her and she felt the bond flare in response.
Light arose behind her, without the telltale draw of power or slow approach of torch yet she still drew from the Source in self-defense.
"Hello. It's nice to see you up and about." Ranma stood leaning against the doorframe, a thin sheet wrapped around his waist. He had just been drawing ki, so rivulets of sweat rolled down his chest. "Now would you tell me who you are? And what you did to me, girl?"
Moiraine immediately became defensive, years of Aes Sendai experience coming to the surface. "Who are you calling 'girl', Gaiden? I am Moiraine Damodred Aes Sendai, you will address me with the proper respect!"
"Listen girl, I was living longer before your mother ever thought of conceiving you, if anything you differ to me! Name's Ranma Saotome."
"How dare you address me like that!" Moiraine wove a shield spell around him, the One Power wrapped tightly around him - immobilizing and invisible. "I won't hesitate to cast a Compulsion on you if you don't start behaving as befits a warder." Normally Compulsion was reserved for only the most unruly of warders, otherwise it was an unlawful spell punishable by death.
"I want some answers, girl, your little force-field isn't gonna work!" Ranma passed through it easily and grabbed one of her arms, hauling her up off the couch. Apparently her nudity didn't bother her.
"Stop this at once, warder!" Moiraine had no intention of carrying on a physical relationship with her warder, few Aes Sendai did save those of the green Ajah. "Wait outside until I dress!" Never in all her years had Moiraine met such a man!
"Tch! Fine!" Ranma roughly let her fall to the floor, her slim legs spreading slightly as she landed on her rump. "A helluva time for modesty, though, might as well have a sign marked 'exhibitionist'!" Never the less he did take a quick gander between her legs and was pleased by what he saw. No sooner had her eyes followed his gaze than her legs snapped shut and she launched a fireball at his chest, one which blew him through the wall behind him and into the guest room.
"Now listen here, girl!" Ranma growled as he pulled himself from the rubble. "I'm not in the mood for your pathetic ki abilities!" He shielded her with his ki and thew her roughly into a chair. "Now get dressed and get out!" He could sense her anger, taste the bitterness of her hatred on his tongue. Ranma decided to test this newfound ability and projected an image of himself and Moiraine engaged in conjugal activities with a can of whipped cream and a twelve inch dildo.
To say the results were explosive would be an understatement. Moiraine had first colored crimson, than went deathly pale, then to an angry red. Utilizing every Aes Sendai calming technique she knew, her composure was kept and the annoying man was pushed from the room with a simple weave of air.
With him out of the way, Moiraine found her clothes draped over a chair, clean and neatly folded. She absently noted a pair of unfamiliar smallclothes tucked underneath - made from a fabric immensely soft but stitched so elegantly that they did nothing for her modesty. Still, she did find the cups for her breasts a great comfort and grudgingly wore the unfamiliar underclothing. After dressing, she decided to open the curtain at the far end of the room to see where she wasshe was shocked at the view below her.
Buildings, more elegant and taller than anything the Ogier ever created stretching far into the distance as far as the eye could see. A black shadow moved swiftly through the night sky, Moiraine assumed it was a dakkar until she was it fly closer. It was made of metal! Had she traveled beyond the threshold of her world? It was possible with the ter-angreal and the backlash of her powers mixed with Lanfeare's, it was entirely possible that she was in a different part of the pattern! She absently noted that Ranma had reappeared in the doorway.
"You're in Nerima, Tokyo. You're not from around here are you?" His hand fell on her shoulder and gave it a comforting squeeze.
"Is that across the ocean?" Moiraine was shaken by what she saw, if she was in a different part of the pattern than she would be useless to Rand.
"It's across the Pacific from the United States. Where did you come from, girl?" He urged her back into the room and sat her down on the couch. "You appeared out of nowhere, do something to my body that I can't explain and try to burn down my house. I think it's time you explain." Moiraine looked down at her clothes and wondered why she was so nervous, she hadn't been nervous since Suian Sanche and she had loosed spiders in the Accepted's bedchambers. Why was her body reacting in these ways to the man, he was her Warder! Sh ewas in command of the relationship. Perhaps all those years of Lan al'Mandragoran spoiled her against the more unruly Gaiden.
"I am Moiraine Damodred, Aes Sendai of the Blue Ajah. I come from the White Tower of Tar Valon, a hand of the Amarylin Seat, and have been given the mission to track down and protect the Dragon." Ranma snorted.
"Figuresyou're from another dimension aren't you?" She blinked.
"Uhyes I am." Why did that infernal man's eyes weigh on her mind? Why did she feel the stirrings of desire after thirty years? "I was hurled through a ter-angreal in Caemylin and found myself with you."
"I don't get what you're saying, but you saved my life."
"It was the least I could do, you were bleeding very badly."
"No, no," Ranma raised his hand to silence her, "you saved my mind as well as my body." He leaned forward until their faces barely touched one another, she could smell the musky odor of his dried sweat drawing off his body. "I guess I should thank you"
She opened and closed her mouth a few times before any words came out. "I must apologize to you, Ranma Saotome, because of what I did you are now bonded to me until death." To put it bluntly, Moiraine just blurted it out of her guilty conscience and waited for his reaction. "I am very sorry for doing this to you."
"I guess this means I can't kill myself, huh?" Ranma leaned back and stretched.