Disclaimer: I don't own Ranma 1/2 nor do I own Evil Zone. There is nothing more
to say. /*Also you should thank me instead of sueing me. For all
you know, I am promoting your sales. */
keys:
/* thought */
"speech"
[Sign board]
//------ passage of time.
--------------------------------Fly to the Sky-----------------------------------
Chapeter 1 : Dreams and Beginings
Ranma stood on a grassy hill and as far as he could see was a field of
the purest green. Though the visibility was as if day, the sky was obsidian black
twinkling with lights from stars beyond. Everything was still except for the
swaying of the grass from an occasional breeze. Not a sound was heard and all was
as if dead. Ranma just sat and watched the horizon.
However, this illusion of peace was not to last as movements caught the
corner of his eyes. Upon turning his head, he squints his eyes as the sun glares
into his eyes. The deathly peaceful landscape of green was gone and in its place
was a blasted terrain. An unforgiving desert devoid of life was present. And in
its distance, he could see two figures, fighting. The air around the figures
crackled with energy. Yet, from where he stood, the figures where a speck of
dust. To see the battle closer, he takes a step forward...
As he sets his foot down, huge span of the desert seems to pass before his
foot. He had crossed the desert with a single step and now stood no more than a
few hundred yards from the fighters. Here he could see that one of the fighters
was a female. She was breathtakingly beautiful with the purest of blue-green
hair, sweeping down her back. From her back were two ethereal wings. Making her
resemble an angel from heaven. But what caught his eyes the most, was her face,
so painfully innocent and beautiful. Then, she smiled...
With her smile, the world turned dark. Her face was now contorted, no
longer, the paragon of innocence, but of dementia. She turned to her foe and
said something. Whatever she said, he could not hear. The world was still devoid
of sound.
She was fighting against a monk. Compared to her delicate figure, the
monk seemed to be a giant. His bulging arms seemed as if it could crush her with
the utmost of ease. The battle as it raged on seemed as if in favor of the monk.
Then it all changed with the angel's smile.
She waved her arm and the two balls floating behind her flew forward.
The balls began to circle around the monk, creating some sort of energy field
around his figure. Her staff, glowing with energy swung forward, and the world
flashed. When the spots in his eyes cleared, the desert, once a sea of sand now
glittered. The whole field was glassed.
Ranma ran towards the center of the blast. There he saw a fragment of a
red cloth. Once worn by the monk. The redness expanded and filled his vision.
Now he stood on a plateau. Looking down, he saw what seemed to be the world on
fire. Devastation filled the world.
Here, he again saw the same figure that he has seen before. This time,
fighting a different opponent. Ranma squinted to see who the other figure was.
This other person intrigued him. The new fighter's power was matching the power
of the girl he saw before. This alone amazed him. The battle suddenly stopped
and both disapeared, leaving the world burning from their powers.
Ranma saw visions after visions of worlds being destroyed. And in all of
his visions, it was the same figure. Then he heard a voice behind his back.
Perhaps, because of the silence, the voice reverberated. He turned around and
there, standing was a blue haired male. He was short, or at least gave the
impression of shortness. Yet in his eyes were innocence and uncertainty. He wore
some strange type of clothes. Almost a robe, which have been shorted. On his
forehead is a crystal, pulsing with power.
"The Destroyer." Was the word that came from his mouth as he stared at
the carnage caused be the woman. He then looks up at Ranma and says, "She is the
demon of the multi-universe. Destroying world for her own pleasure. Her name...
Ihadurca." Saying this, the person raised his head. "The goddess of destruction
now has come to our world." He then raises his hand and continues, "I have called
upon the strongest warriors from the dimensions closest to the one I live in. You
are the last I am able to call..."
Ranma stood listening and understanding.
The stranger continued. "We have managed to contain Ihadurca in a pocket
dimension. It will contain her power for a time, but her fury is great, and her
power and determination, even more. The dimension is called Evil Zone"
Ranma for the first time spoke and his words held power. "What must I
do?" The question was given with ease for it was his duty to protect.
"In a weeks time, you will be summoned into my world. There you will face
other fighters. A round of elimination will begin as we search for the strongest
warrior. This is necesary for only one other may enter the pocket dimension." The
stranger then looked straight into Ranma's eyes. "A word of warning. Here you
are required to be a warrior, a soldier. Your life may be in danger and you must
fight with the possibility death, either yours or your opponent's. Another
warning is that of time. Our dimensions may be closely related, however we cannot
guarrentee the time you will return. In this world you may be gone for a minute
to a lifetime. Are you prepared to give up your whole life?"
Ranma opened his mouth and his spirit spoke. "The value of a single life
is held above mine. Such is the way of the one who swore to protect."
The stranger nodded and everything flashed white.
//--------------------------------------------------
With a start, Ranma woke up. With a sigh, he stood up and walked outside
for fresh air. Once outside, he jumped up onto the roof and lay down. Here he
looked into the sky and the infinite stretch of space. Thinking about his dreams,
he looked inside himself and searched for how he felt. The duty to protect others
has always been a martial artist's duty. But to become a warrior... No... There
was no question about it. The lives of others have always been above his and
always above his. If others needed him to become a warrior to survive, then he
would do so.
It was nearing dawn now and the sky seemed to be getting lighter. He sat
up and watched as the sun rose, brightening the world. He came to a conclusion,
the others did not need to know of his journey, and he wouldn't tell them.
Perhaps it would be better this way. Then he noticed movement in the corner of
his eyes. He looked down and he saw Kasumi come out to prepare for the new day.
What he saw her do was not unusual. She like usually did the household
chores. But, there was something different about her. Something that he couldn't
exactly place. Then it hit him. She wasn't smiling as she usually did when
others were around. If he didn't know better, he would have mistaken the emotion
on her face to be one on longing and sadness. It couldn't be... Not Kasumi...
Could it?
In good conscience, he could not just ignore what was evident to his eyes.
He hopped down and walked to where Kasumi was putting up the laundry. "Hey. what
are you doing up so early. Shouldn't you be sleeping more?"
Kasumi, startled dropped one of the pieces of clothing that she was hanging
up. Ranma stooped down to pick up the clothing and found it to be one of his
shirts. "Kasumi... You don't have to wash my clothes or anything. I could take
care of it."
Kasumi quickly covered her melancholy expression and put on her usual empty
smile that everyone became so used to. "No. It's alright Ranma. It's no trouble
at all. I just wash it when I wash the other clothes."
"But..."
"Really, it's no trouble at all."
Ranma sighed then he walked next to Kasumi and began to help her pin up the
laundry. He felt that perhaps... perhaps she needed someone to actually see her.
He began to talk to her amicably, trying to crack through the barrier that she set
around herself. It was a martial artist's duty to help others right?
Thankfully it was Saturday and everyone was sleeping in. If it was during
the weekday, Akane would probably have malleted him for 'flirting' with her sis.
As he talked to Kasumi, he seemed to crack her emotional barrier, but not enough.
Not nearly enough. Soon it was about the time when the rest of the folks wakes
up and Kasumi had to go in to prepare for breakfast.
//------------------------------------------------------------------
Later on, everyone decided to go to the carnival that was opening up. That
is, it would have been everyone had Kasumi gone also. But she had to excuse
herself. The house was left in a mess and if she didn't get started on it now,
then it would never be done. Everyone just nodded their heads when Kasumi told
them that she couldn't go and promptly forgot about her. Everyone but Ranma that
is. Noticing the disapointed look in Kasumi's face, Ranma made up an excuse not
go also.
"Hey... I can't go also. I got a challenge from Ryoga about a week ago.
It's about time he showed up. I think he said something about a new techninque."
Ranma then looked at the group, hoping that they would take the bait. Fortunatly
his father was around.
"Of course you can't go boy! If you were challenged, then you have to meet
him." Them Genma weeps, murmuring about how his son was a girl for thinking about
playing when he was challenged or some such nonesense.
Ranma just ignored the fat bastard and went inside the house. There, he
saw Kasumi cleaning up the mess that Akane made in the kitchen. Here he saw a
sight that he thought he would never see on Kasumi's face. Emotions of anger,
frustration, depression, hopelessness, played across her face.
/* What the hell? */ Ranma basically thought to himself. He then walked to
the sink where Kasumi was furiously scrubbing some gunk off the frying pan. "You
know, all you have to do is pour some vingar(1) on it and let it set."
Yelping in surprise, Kasumi dropped the pan and quickly turned around. She
saw who it was behind her and quickly relaxed. "Ranma... Ranma you shouldn't
sneak up on people like that."
Scratching the back of his head sheepishly, he said,"Sorry Kasumi. I didn't
know you would get so scared."
"It's... it's alright Ranma." Then as an afterthought she added, "Put it
in vinegar?"
"Yeah. That usually takes off anything."
"How do you know that?"
"Well... I had to learn how to cook when I was on the road. Stupid pop
didn't know how to cook anything except cup ramen. So I learned how. Trust me,
when you never cooked a food in your life, you get some bad results. I found out
about the vinegar by accident. I poured too much vinegar on one of my pan when
I was washing the dishes. When it was time to clean the pan, all the gunk just
came off."
Kasumi laughed at this story. Then she looked at him curiously and asked
"Why aren't you at the carnival with the others?"
"Hmm? Oh yeah! I... um... I..." Ranma really tried. Really he did.
But he just couldn't lie to Kasumi when she was looking at him in the face with
her innocent expression. Slumping his shoulder, he murmured something slightly
under the hearing range of most humans.
"Ranma? I um... can't hear you."
Taking a deep breathe he said, "I thought you might want some company."
Kasumi blushed as she heard him say that. She had indeed been feeling
lonely and his company would be welcomed. "Thank you Ranma." Together, they
worked quietly fixing up the kitchen. Perhaps it was because there was an extra
person there helping out, or because Kasumi felt happy for the first time in a
long while, but the chores were finished quickly.
Having nothing to do, they both walked to the dojo and sat down, looking
outside. They talked for what seemed to be hours, mostly about mundane things.
As the sun set and casted a beautiful glow throughout the sky, Ranma began to
learn more and more about Kasumi. Her hopes and dreams, now shattered. Her life,
now bound. Her fears and nightmares, always looming ever so close.
However, when you learn about a person, they too learn something about you
also. Kasumi heard the wistfullness, fears, passion in his voice and felt safe
and comforted. For here was another person who seemed so much like her, and so
different at the same time. Someone who she believed knew how she felt.
As the sun half-way disapeared, they both turned their heads to speak and
found their faces separated by mere inches. Slowly their faces closed in closing
the distance separating the two. Yet in their minds, they knew it could not be.
Ranma for the promise he made, and Kasumi for her loyalty to her family. Yet both
desparately needed the support.
"This once..." Kasumi whispered.
And Ranma understood and whispered back, "Just this once..."
And their faces closed in. Awkwardly they positioned their faces unsure
of what to do. Never having been kissed or initiating the kiss before, they both
kissed. An innocent kiss. Full of longing. Sweet and short.
When the kiss ended, their hearts hurt.
//----------------------------------------------------------------------
That night, Ranma went to sleep with his heart in a lively mood. Suddenly
pain shot through his head. Waking him from his slumber. Screaming in pain he
grabbed his head and curled up into a fetal position. Then the pain subsided as
fast as it came.
When Ranma finally gained coherence, a voice spoke in his mind.
/* Ranma! We need your help. I could not give you the week that I had
promised you. We underestimated Ihadurca's power. A year has already passed
since I last contacted you. We... We ask of you to come now. Please... */
Ranma kew what that meant and what he had to do. After all... What
choice did he really have? He sent a sign of comfirmation in his mind.
By this time, the entire household gathered around Ranma who was still
curled up into a fetal position. Then he stood up and looked into the fearful
eyes of Kasumi. His eyes said it all. A message of farewell and Kasumi
understood. Then he murmured, "Evil Zone." and faded out of existence.
//------------------------------------
Author's note: Yeah, yeah... I know some of you don't like the fact that Ranma's
depressed. If ya don't like it, then don't read it.
I also know that there are some of you that supports Akane and
basically hate Kasumi, well you can safely assume that, that
relation is over.
I did not write the conversation between Ranma and Kasumi because
frankly I'm not that romantic so don't know what to write.
I cannot guarantee that my stories will come quickly. Writing
fanfic is just a hobby of mine and i only write when I'm in the
mood.
The bottom part is me being petty. don't read it if it will make
you think bad about me.
Bagging: The person who talked about the color of aura. Yeah you... What the
hell are you talking about. Blue being neutral and green good. You
just basically said that Ryoga's aura is good and Ranma's neutral.
If you were just talking about meaning of colors in general, then you
got that wrong too. Blue usually symbolizes protection or security not
neutraility. Green can be seen as jealousy. Ever here of the phrase
green-eyed monster? Colors have a lot of meaning. Next this is my
fanfic so the aura color synbolism is whatever I mean it to be.
to say. /*Also you should thank me instead of sueing me. For all
you know, I am promoting your sales. */
keys:
/* thought */
"speech"
[Sign board]
//------ passage of time.
--------------------------------Fly to the Sky-----------------------------------
Chapeter 1 : Dreams and Beginings
Ranma stood on a grassy hill and as far as he could see was a field of
the purest green. Though the visibility was as if day, the sky was obsidian black
twinkling with lights from stars beyond. Everything was still except for the
swaying of the grass from an occasional breeze. Not a sound was heard and all was
as if dead. Ranma just sat and watched the horizon.
However, this illusion of peace was not to last as movements caught the
corner of his eyes. Upon turning his head, he squints his eyes as the sun glares
into his eyes. The deathly peaceful landscape of green was gone and in its place
was a blasted terrain. An unforgiving desert devoid of life was present. And in
its distance, he could see two figures, fighting. The air around the figures
crackled with energy. Yet, from where he stood, the figures where a speck of
dust. To see the battle closer, he takes a step forward...
As he sets his foot down, huge span of the desert seems to pass before his
foot. He had crossed the desert with a single step and now stood no more than a
few hundred yards from the fighters. Here he could see that one of the fighters
was a female. She was breathtakingly beautiful with the purest of blue-green
hair, sweeping down her back. From her back were two ethereal wings. Making her
resemble an angel from heaven. But what caught his eyes the most, was her face,
so painfully innocent and beautiful. Then, she smiled...
With her smile, the world turned dark. Her face was now contorted, no
longer, the paragon of innocence, but of dementia. She turned to her foe and
said something. Whatever she said, he could not hear. The world was still devoid
of sound.
She was fighting against a monk. Compared to her delicate figure, the
monk seemed to be a giant. His bulging arms seemed as if it could crush her with
the utmost of ease. The battle as it raged on seemed as if in favor of the monk.
Then it all changed with the angel's smile.
She waved her arm and the two balls floating behind her flew forward.
The balls began to circle around the monk, creating some sort of energy field
around his figure. Her staff, glowing with energy swung forward, and the world
flashed. When the spots in his eyes cleared, the desert, once a sea of sand now
glittered. The whole field was glassed.
Ranma ran towards the center of the blast. There he saw a fragment of a
red cloth. Once worn by the monk. The redness expanded and filled his vision.
Now he stood on a plateau. Looking down, he saw what seemed to be the world on
fire. Devastation filled the world.
Here, he again saw the same figure that he has seen before. This time,
fighting a different opponent. Ranma squinted to see who the other figure was.
This other person intrigued him. The new fighter's power was matching the power
of the girl he saw before. This alone amazed him. The battle suddenly stopped
and both disapeared, leaving the world burning from their powers.
Ranma saw visions after visions of worlds being destroyed. And in all of
his visions, it was the same figure. Then he heard a voice behind his back.
Perhaps, because of the silence, the voice reverberated. He turned around and
there, standing was a blue haired male. He was short, or at least gave the
impression of shortness. Yet in his eyes were innocence and uncertainty. He wore
some strange type of clothes. Almost a robe, which have been shorted. On his
forehead is a crystal, pulsing with power.
"The Destroyer." Was the word that came from his mouth as he stared at
the carnage caused be the woman. He then looks up at Ranma and says, "She is the
demon of the multi-universe. Destroying world for her own pleasure. Her name...
Ihadurca." Saying this, the person raised his head. "The goddess of destruction
now has come to our world." He then raises his hand and continues, "I have called
upon the strongest warriors from the dimensions closest to the one I live in. You
are the last I am able to call..."
Ranma stood listening and understanding.
The stranger continued. "We have managed to contain Ihadurca in a pocket
dimension. It will contain her power for a time, but her fury is great, and her
power and determination, even more. The dimension is called Evil Zone"
Ranma for the first time spoke and his words held power. "What must I
do?" The question was given with ease for it was his duty to protect.
"In a weeks time, you will be summoned into my world. There you will face
other fighters. A round of elimination will begin as we search for the strongest
warrior. This is necesary for only one other may enter the pocket dimension." The
stranger then looked straight into Ranma's eyes. "A word of warning. Here you
are required to be a warrior, a soldier. Your life may be in danger and you must
fight with the possibility death, either yours or your opponent's. Another
warning is that of time. Our dimensions may be closely related, however we cannot
guarrentee the time you will return. In this world you may be gone for a minute
to a lifetime. Are you prepared to give up your whole life?"
Ranma opened his mouth and his spirit spoke. "The value of a single life
is held above mine. Such is the way of the one who swore to protect."
The stranger nodded and everything flashed white.
//--------------------------------------------------
With a start, Ranma woke up. With a sigh, he stood up and walked outside
for fresh air. Once outside, he jumped up onto the roof and lay down. Here he
looked into the sky and the infinite stretch of space. Thinking about his dreams,
he looked inside himself and searched for how he felt. The duty to protect others
has always been a martial artist's duty. But to become a warrior... No... There
was no question about it. The lives of others have always been above his and
always above his. If others needed him to become a warrior to survive, then he
would do so.
It was nearing dawn now and the sky seemed to be getting lighter. He sat
up and watched as the sun rose, brightening the world. He came to a conclusion,
the others did not need to know of his journey, and he wouldn't tell them.
Perhaps it would be better this way. Then he noticed movement in the corner of
his eyes. He looked down and he saw Kasumi come out to prepare for the new day.
What he saw her do was not unusual. She like usually did the household
chores. But, there was something different about her. Something that he couldn't
exactly place. Then it hit him. She wasn't smiling as she usually did when
others were around. If he didn't know better, he would have mistaken the emotion
on her face to be one on longing and sadness. It couldn't be... Not Kasumi...
Could it?
In good conscience, he could not just ignore what was evident to his eyes.
He hopped down and walked to where Kasumi was putting up the laundry. "Hey. what
are you doing up so early. Shouldn't you be sleeping more?"
Kasumi, startled dropped one of the pieces of clothing that she was hanging
up. Ranma stooped down to pick up the clothing and found it to be one of his
shirts. "Kasumi... You don't have to wash my clothes or anything. I could take
care of it."
Kasumi quickly covered her melancholy expression and put on her usual empty
smile that everyone became so used to. "No. It's alright Ranma. It's no trouble
at all. I just wash it when I wash the other clothes."
"But..."
"Really, it's no trouble at all."
Ranma sighed then he walked next to Kasumi and began to help her pin up the
laundry. He felt that perhaps... perhaps she needed someone to actually see her.
He began to talk to her amicably, trying to crack through the barrier that she set
around herself. It was a martial artist's duty to help others right?
Thankfully it was Saturday and everyone was sleeping in. If it was during
the weekday, Akane would probably have malleted him for 'flirting' with her sis.
As he talked to Kasumi, he seemed to crack her emotional barrier, but not enough.
Not nearly enough. Soon it was about the time when the rest of the folks wakes
up and Kasumi had to go in to prepare for breakfast.
//------------------------------------------------------------------
Later on, everyone decided to go to the carnival that was opening up. That
is, it would have been everyone had Kasumi gone also. But she had to excuse
herself. The house was left in a mess and if she didn't get started on it now,
then it would never be done. Everyone just nodded their heads when Kasumi told
them that she couldn't go and promptly forgot about her. Everyone but Ranma that
is. Noticing the disapointed look in Kasumi's face, Ranma made up an excuse not
go also.
"Hey... I can't go also. I got a challenge from Ryoga about a week ago.
It's about time he showed up. I think he said something about a new techninque."
Ranma then looked at the group, hoping that they would take the bait. Fortunatly
his father was around.
"Of course you can't go boy! If you were challenged, then you have to meet
him." Them Genma weeps, murmuring about how his son was a girl for thinking about
playing when he was challenged or some such nonesense.
Ranma just ignored the fat bastard and went inside the house. There, he
saw Kasumi cleaning up the mess that Akane made in the kitchen. Here he saw a
sight that he thought he would never see on Kasumi's face. Emotions of anger,
frustration, depression, hopelessness, played across her face.
/* What the hell? */ Ranma basically thought to himself. He then walked to
the sink where Kasumi was furiously scrubbing some gunk off the frying pan. "You
know, all you have to do is pour some vingar(1) on it and let it set."
Yelping in surprise, Kasumi dropped the pan and quickly turned around. She
saw who it was behind her and quickly relaxed. "Ranma... Ranma you shouldn't
sneak up on people like that."
Scratching the back of his head sheepishly, he said,"Sorry Kasumi. I didn't
know you would get so scared."
"It's... it's alright Ranma." Then as an afterthought she added, "Put it
in vinegar?"
"Yeah. That usually takes off anything."
"How do you know that?"
"Well... I had to learn how to cook when I was on the road. Stupid pop
didn't know how to cook anything except cup ramen. So I learned how. Trust me,
when you never cooked a food in your life, you get some bad results. I found out
about the vinegar by accident. I poured too much vinegar on one of my pan when
I was washing the dishes. When it was time to clean the pan, all the gunk just
came off."
Kasumi laughed at this story. Then she looked at him curiously and asked
"Why aren't you at the carnival with the others?"
"Hmm? Oh yeah! I... um... I..." Ranma really tried. Really he did.
But he just couldn't lie to Kasumi when she was looking at him in the face with
her innocent expression. Slumping his shoulder, he murmured something slightly
under the hearing range of most humans.
"Ranma? I um... can't hear you."
Taking a deep breathe he said, "I thought you might want some company."
Kasumi blushed as she heard him say that. She had indeed been feeling
lonely and his company would be welcomed. "Thank you Ranma." Together, they
worked quietly fixing up the kitchen. Perhaps it was because there was an extra
person there helping out, or because Kasumi felt happy for the first time in a
long while, but the chores were finished quickly.
Having nothing to do, they both walked to the dojo and sat down, looking
outside. They talked for what seemed to be hours, mostly about mundane things.
As the sun set and casted a beautiful glow throughout the sky, Ranma began to
learn more and more about Kasumi. Her hopes and dreams, now shattered. Her life,
now bound. Her fears and nightmares, always looming ever so close.
However, when you learn about a person, they too learn something about you
also. Kasumi heard the wistfullness, fears, passion in his voice and felt safe
and comforted. For here was another person who seemed so much like her, and so
different at the same time. Someone who she believed knew how she felt.
As the sun half-way disapeared, they both turned their heads to speak and
found their faces separated by mere inches. Slowly their faces closed in closing
the distance separating the two. Yet in their minds, they knew it could not be.
Ranma for the promise he made, and Kasumi for her loyalty to her family. Yet both
desparately needed the support.
"This once..." Kasumi whispered.
And Ranma understood and whispered back, "Just this once..."
And their faces closed in. Awkwardly they positioned their faces unsure
of what to do. Never having been kissed or initiating the kiss before, they both
kissed. An innocent kiss. Full of longing. Sweet and short.
When the kiss ended, their hearts hurt.
//----------------------------------------------------------------------
That night, Ranma went to sleep with his heart in a lively mood. Suddenly
pain shot through his head. Waking him from his slumber. Screaming in pain he
grabbed his head and curled up into a fetal position. Then the pain subsided as
fast as it came.
When Ranma finally gained coherence, a voice spoke in his mind.
/* Ranma! We need your help. I could not give you the week that I had
promised you. We underestimated Ihadurca's power. A year has already passed
since I last contacted you. We... We ask of you to come now. Please... */
Ranma kew what that meant and what he had to do. After all... What
choice did he really have? He sent a sign of comfirmation in his mind.
By this time, the entire household gathered around Ranma who was still
curled up into a fetal position. Then he stood up and looked into the fearful
eyes of Kasumi. His eyes said it all. A message of farewell and Kasumi
understood. Then he murmured, "Evil Zone." and faded out of existence.
//------------------------------------
Author's note: Yeah, yeah... I know some of you don't like the fact that Ranma's
depressed. If ya don't like it, then don't read it.
I also know that there are some of you that supports Akane and
basically hate Kasumi, well you can safely assume that, that
relation is over.
I did not write the conversation between Ranma and Kasumi because
frankly I'm not that romantic so don't know what to write.
I cannot guarantee that my stories will come quickly. Writing
fanfic is just a hobby of mine and i only write when I'm in the
mood.
The bottom part is me being petty. don't read it if it will make
you think bad about me.
Bagging: The person who talked about the color of aura. Yeah you... What the
hell are you talking about. Blue being neutral and green good. You
just basically said that Ryoga's aura is good and Ranma's neutral.
If you were just talking about meaning of colors in general, then you
got that wrong too. Blue usually symbolizes protection or security not
neutraility. Green can be seen as jealousy. Ever here of the phrase
green-eyed monster? Colors have a lot of meaning. Next this is my
fanfic so the aura color synbolism is whatever I mean it to be.