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Ranma: The Immortal
From the Dawn of time We came; moving silently down through the centuries, living many secret lives, struggling to reach the time of the Gathering; when the few who remain will battle to the last. No one has ever known we were among you
...until now.
Chapter 1:
The awakning.
My name is Ranma Satome of the Satome clan, and I am over nine hundred year old. I was born in the year 1980 and celebrated my nine hundredth birthday the same year. I know it might sound confusing, but my life has seen many such events.
I recently had a friend turn the story of some of my earlier adventures into graphic novels, perhaps you have heard of my friend. Her name is Rumiko Takashi. Where my good friend ends is where this accounting begins. It was roughly two months since the incident at Phoenix Mountain, and my life hadn't quieted down any.
"RANMA NO BAKA!!!!" The screams of the youngest Tendo had become such a regular event in Nerima that the residents were starting to set their watches to it. According to more and one timetable this was the eight-thirty wake up scream. There was a quiet splash, followed by the scream of a pissed off Ranma-chan.
"What the hell did you do that for?!!!"
"Were late for school. If you weren't so lazy I wouldn't have to do this."
"Maybe if I got to actually sleep around here I wouldn't be so tired."
"DON'T YOU DARE TRY AND BLAME THIS ON ME RANMA!!!!"
There was a lout CRACK and Ranma was airborne once again.
Happoshi was currently sorting through the massive collection of items he had 'discovered' in his long life when he happened across one of the more interesting items, the Naban Mirror.
"Well I can just fix this up and then all the pretties will be MINE BWAHHHAAAAHA!"
"Hey old freak watcha got?" Happoshi looked up into the smirking face of Ranma. Slowly an evil gleam was birthed in his eye.
"Ranma my boy! I've found just the thing to remove your curse." Happoshi's grin was ear to ear and was really starting to freak out Ranma.
"Watch playing at old leech?"
"Why nothing my boy, all you have to do is," Happoshi thrust the mirror into Ranma's hands, a small trickle of blood flowing down the mirror from where Happosi cut himself on a small piece of glass, and yelled loudly "Go to the court of Silver!"
Authors Note: This is just a small idea that wouldn't go away. I think I actually found the basic idea on some site but I can't remember which one or when I read it.
This will become a Ranma/Highlander/AMG/RK/SM fic.
C&C can be sent to big_scary_guy@hotmail.com
Enjoy.
Ranma: The Immortal
From the Dawn of time We came; moving silently down through the centuries, living many secret lives, struggling to reach the time of the Gathering; when the few who remain will battle to the last. No one has ever known we were among you
...until now.
Chapter 1:
The awakning.
My name is Ranma Satome of the Satome clan, and I am over nine hundred year old. I was born in the year 1980 and celebrated my nine hundredth birthday the same year. I know it might sound confusing, but my life has seen many such events.
I recently had a friend turn the story of some of my earlier adventures into graphic novels, perhaps you have heard of my friend. Her name is Rumiko Takashi. Where my good friend ends is where this accounting begins. It was roughly two months since the incident at Phoenix Mountain, and my life hadn't quieted down any.
"RANMA NO BAKA!!!!" The screams of the youngest Tendo had become such a regular event in Nerima that the residents were starting to set their watches to it. According to more and one timetable this was the eight-thirty wake up scream. There was a quiet splash, followed by the scream of a pissed off Ranma-chan.
"What the hell did you do that for?!!!"
"Were late for school. If you weren't so lazy I wouldn't have to do this."
"Maybe if I got to actually sleep around here I wouldn't be so tired."
"DON'T YOU DARE TRY AND BLAME THIS ON ME RANMA!!!!"
There was a lout CRACK and Ranma was airborne once again.
Happoshi was currently sorting through the massive collection of items he had 'discovered' in his long life when he happened across one of the more interesting items, the Naban Mirror.
"Well I can just fix this up and then all the pretties will be MINE BWAHHHAAAAHA!"
"Hey old freak watcha got?" Happoshi looked up into the smirking face of Ranma. Slowly an evil gleam was birthed in his eye.
"Ranma my boy! I've found just the thing to remove your curse." Happoshi's grin was ear to ear and was really starting to freak out Ranma.
"Watch playing at old leech?"
"Why nothing my boy, all you have to do is," Happoshi thrust the mirror into Ranma's hands, a small trickle of blood flowing down the mirror from where Happosi cut himself on a small piece of glass, and yelled loudly "Go to the court of Silver!"
Authors Note: This is just a small idea that wouldn't go away. I think I actually found the basic idea on some site but I can't remember which one or when I read it.
This will become a Ranma/Highlander/AMG/RK/SM fic.
C&C can be sent to big_scary_guy@hotmail.com
