Ranma woke up to find himself in a very fancy house. He knew it was fancy in that Genma had made him steel from several houses with this kinda of stuff in it before. Stretching from having his body in such an awkward position. Waking up that way more often than he liked to was not much fun. He liked fun damnit! His father had been pushing him pretty hard on training till he had met Dr. Fell. The man had fed him actually! A fancy restraunt too, he had been so happy he had nearly passed out when he took a bit out of the delicious food.
If answering a few simple questions got him food like that he'd do it more often. Dr. Fell had said a few things that seemed really logical. His father was a bad man, stealing was wrong, and so he shouldn't do it because it is rude. This seemed like Dr. Fell's house. When he had been coming back from a talk with him one of those little demons with the fangs and the stinging claws had came up on him. He had blanked out and this left him here.
Glancing about he strolled through the room looking at the valuable little trinkets Dr. Fell had. An impressive knife collection was mounted on the wall in a wood display case. He really liked one that was curved like a hawks claw. When Dr. Fell had shown them to him he had asked to look at it but Dr. Fell said it was not to be taken from the case. That way it stayed shiny and looked good. He hadn't asked to take them out again but he liked to look just the same.
The large grandfather clock rang startling Ranma who jumped and looked at it as it ran 6 times. Looking outside he saw it was getting dark and he was really hungry. What day was it even? Must have been a day since he had eaten anything. Hearing the distinctive rumble of his stomach Ranma went in search of food. Easy enough something smelled good.
***
"Ryoga honey are you in here?" A soft feminime voice called out.
"Mom where are you?" Ryoga called looking around himself fearfully.
"Ryoga your in the closet honey."
The door swung open to reveal young Ryoga tangled in some clothes. On his back and a pile of shoes near his feet. Mr. Habiki smiled as she helped him get up.
"I'm sorry mom." Ryoga said with tears in his eyes as he had to watch his mom pick up the things int he closet.
"Honey you shouldn't get lose like this." She said a slight tinge of anger had entered her voice.
"I'm sorry mother I'm sure it wasn't me this time someone keeps movie the doors!" Ryoga said trying to rationalize it himself.
"Don't you make excuses young man." Mrs. Habiki said grabbing him by the wrist roughly and dragging him downstairs for dinner.
"I'm sorry mom please your hurting my arm." Ryoga pleaded.
"No your not you enjoy getting lost otherwise you wouldn't now come on and stop dragging your feet."
Ryoga sped up and with tears in his eyes watched as his mom stopped holding his hand at the bottom and pushed him into the living room before going back into the kitchen.
It really wasn't his fault that he got lost. He hated it! No one else in the family did just him. His brothers and sisters all played practical jokes on him. Thats it they must be the ones moving the doors. Well he'd show them, they'd get theres. He was suffering and they were happy about it! With each though moving through his head he grew angrier and angrier and he grabbed a knickknack off the table nearest to him and crushed it with ease.
Soon as he saw what he'd done his eyes grew wide as his mom almost jumped in the room and saw him with the broken item in his hand. Her eyes narrowed and she grabbed him back his hair and dragged him outside. Tossing him roughly into their doghouse pushing his dog out of it.
"Don't come out till you learn to control your temper you little monster." She said before storming back into the house.
Ryoga huddled in the corner of the doghouse afraid to move lest he get lost again. Patches came up and nuzzled her head into his chest giving him some comfort. Tears sprang from his eyes as he cried into her warm body.
***
Dr. Lecter heard Ranma rummaging around in the living room then the clock chime. Checking his watch on his right arm. His left arm had resently gone the surgery needed to remove his 6th finger and it was still sore. Stirring the soup he grabbed a knife and started to cut up some lettece. Some discarded meat lay next to the cutting board on some plastic wrap.
He smiled as Ranma walked into the kitchen his nose in the air sniffing. the kitchen was off to the side of the dining room through a small door next to it a small island separated the two rooms. Watching as Ranma walked around the table and glanced about without seeing him he smiled as the boy seemed to catch a scent perfectly and glance over in his direction. Seeing the young boys smile almost made him sorry for killing the father.
"Dr. Fell sorry i'm in your house I just woke up here. Boy that smells good can I have some i'm starving?" Ranma asked quickly making sure to ask politely. Dr. Fell had said it was important.
"No need to apologize my house is yours. And, yes you can have some food in fact I was making it for us to eat together would you like that?" Ranma shook his head affirmative smiling brightly.
"Good boy now sit down i'll be done in a minute, pick any spot you wish."
Hannibal slid that perfectly cut lettece into a big bowl before grabbing that and some homemade dressing. Putting them on a silver tray he walked into the dining room and set them down in the middle of the table. Everything else he had brought out with each having their own small silver bowl or plate, all where covered.
"So Ranma did a cat surprise you again?" Lecter asked his flawless Japanese along with the many other languages he knew had barely no accent.
"Uh huh." Ranma said shaking slightly but he nodded.
"We'll have to work on that. We can talk later on, maybe we could figure out a way to stop that from happening." Serving some salad to Ranma who almost dug in before some manners that Lecter had taught him shown through and he restrained himself. Serving himself he sat down.
"Dig in Ranma before the rest gets cold." Lecter smiled as the small child devoured the large salad in a few second. Allownances could be made after all the child must have been famished.
"Thank you that was very good Dr. Fell" Ranma smiled contentedly as he sat back in the chair.
"Don't slouch Ranma, and please just call me Hannibal." Didn't matter if the boy found out his real name the boy would like him if he just gave him food no matter what.
Breifly he thought of Mason Verger and compared himself to him. That man had done the same thing to poor povished children by offering them candybars then having his way with them. Even his sister hadn't been immune. Comparing that and this he didn't view to much correlation, young Ranma wasn't going to harmed in anyway and he was doing it for completely different reasons.
"Here's the second course Ranma. I think you'll like it, your father liked it very much." pulling the cover off of a silver plate revealing some meat that looked almost like a steak but a little diffrent.
Ranma looked at it. His father had liked this? It looked like liver and he didn't really like liver. Dr. Fell had said he would most likely like it so might as well give it a try. Holding up his plate and smiling as Hannibal cut some up and put them on his plate.
Grabbing his fork he skewered a peice and raising it to his lips shoved it into his mouth. It tasted odd kinda like something really greasy. It was good though and he finished off his plate in silence as did Dr. Fell.Hannibal served desert and sat down to eat along with Ranma.
"Thank you." Ranma said as he finished his plate and set down the fork the same way that Dr. Fell did.
"Your welcome Ranma, would you like to spend the night here, I haven't seen your father since yesterday and I am a little worried he hasn't come looking for you." Hannibal glanced at the boy waiting to see if he had caught some of the sublte hints that he gave him bout staying and that his father wasn't alive anymore.
"Oh." Ranma stared down at his hands which he folded in his lap and ran over events in his mind. His father might have left him but he usually came back. Staying in one place till he did would be good. Yes he would say here Dr. Fell would take care of him, maybe even help him.
"Sure i'd love to stay Dr. Fell." Ranma said unhurried and content as the meal settled in his stomach.
"Please just Hannibal Ranma, after all we are friends."
***
End. Chapter 1.
If answering a few simple questions got him food like that he'd do it more often. Dr. Fell had said a few things that seemed really logical. His father was a bad man, stealing was wrong, and so he shouldn't do it because it is rude. This seemed like Dr. Fell's house. When he had been coming back from a talk with him one of those little demons with the fangs and the stinging claws had came up on him. He had blanked out and this left him here.
Glancing about he strolled through the room looking at the valuable little trinkets Dr. Fell had. An impressive knife collection was mounted on the wall in a wood display case. He really liked one that was curved like a hawks claw. When Dr. Fell had shown them to him he had asked to look at it but Dr. Fell said it was not to be taken from the case. That way it stayed shiny and looked good. He hadn't asked to take them out again but he liked to look just the same.
The large grandfather clock rang startling Ranma who jumped and looked at it as it ran 6 times. Looking outside he saw it was getting dark and he was really hungry. What day was it even? Must have been a day since he had eaten anything. Hearing the distinctive rumble of his stomach Ranma went in search of food. Easy enough something smelled good.
***
"Ryoga honey are you in here?" A soft feminime voice called out.
"Mom where are you?" Ryoga called looking around himself fearfully.
"Ryoga your in the closet honey."
The door swung open to reveal young Ryoga tangled in some clothes. On his back and a pile of shoes near his feet. Mr. Habiki smiled as she helped him get up.
"I'm sorry mom." Ryoga said with tears in his eyes as he had to watch his mom pick up the things int he closet.
"Honey you shouldn't get lose like this." She said a slight tinge of anger had entered her voice.
"I'm sorry mother I'm sure it wasn't me this time someone keeps movie the doors!" Ryoga said trying to rationalize it himself.
"Don't you make excuses young man." Mrs. Habiki said grabbing him by the wrist roughly and dragging him downstairs for dinner.
"I'm sorry mom please your hurting my arm." Ryoga pleaded.
"No your not you enjoy getting lost otherwise you wouldn't now come on and stop dragging your feet."
Ryoga sped up and with tears in his eyes watched as his mom stopped holding his hand at the bottom and pushed him into the living room before going back into the kitchen.
It really wasn't his fault that he got lost. He hated it! No one else in the family did just him. His brothers and sisters all played practical jokes on him. Thats it they must be the ones moving the doors. Well he'd show them, they'd get theres. He was suffering and they were happy about it! With each though moving through his head he grew angrier and angrier and he grabbed a knickknack off the table nearest to him and crushed it with ease.
Soon as he saw what he'd done his eyes grew wide as his mom almost jumped in the room and saw him with the broken item in his hand. Her eyes narrowed and she grabbed him back his hair and dragged him outside. Tossing him roughly into their doghouse pushing his dog out of it.
"Don't come out till you learn to control your temper you little monster." She said before storming back into the house.
Ryoga huddled in the corner of the doghouse afraid to move lest he get lost again. Patches came up and nuzzled her head into his chest giving him some comfort. Tears sprang from his eyes as he cried into her warm body.
***
Dr. Lecter heard Ranma rummaging around in the living room then the clock chime. Checking his watch on his right arm. His left arm had resently gone the surgery needed to remove his 6th finger and it was still sore. Stirring the soup he grabbed a knife and started to cut up some lettece. Some discarded meat lay next to the cutting board on some plastic wrap.
He smiled as Ranma walked into the kitchen his nose in the air sniffing. the kitchen was off to the side of the dining room through a small door next to it a small island separated the two rooms. Watching as Ranma walked around the table and glanced about without seeing him he smiled as the boy seemed to catch a scent perfectly and glance over in his direction. Seeing the young boys smile almost made him sorry for killing the father.
"Dr. Fell sorry i'm in your house I just woke up here. Boy that smells good can I have some i'm starving?" Ranma asked quickly making sure to ask politely. Dr. Fell had said it was important.
"No need to apologize my house is yours. And, yes you can have some food in fact I was making it for us to eat together would you like that?" Ranma shook his head affirmative smiling brightly.
"Good boy now sit down i'll be done in a minute, pick any spot you wish."
Hannibal slid that perfectly cut lettece into a big bowl before grabbing that and some homemade dressing. Putting them on a silver tray he walked into the dining room and set them down in the middle of the table. Everything else he had brought out with each having their own small silver bowl or plate, all where covered.
"So Ranma did a cat surprise you again?" Lecter asked his flawless Japanese along with the many other languages he knew had barely no accent.
"Uh huh." Ranma said shaking slightly but he nodded.
"We'll have to work on that. We can talk later on, maybe we could figure out a way to stop that from happening." Serving some salad to Ranma who almost dug in before some manners that Lecter had taught him shown through and he restrained himself. Serving himself he sat down.
"Dig in Ranma before the rest gets cold." Lecter smiled as the small child devoured the large salad in a few second. Allownances could be made after all the child must have been famished.
"Thank you that was very good Dr. Fell" Ranma smiled contentedly as he sat back in the chair.
"Don't slouch Ranma, and please just call me Hannibal." Didn't matter if the boy found out his real name the boy would like him if he just gave him food no matter what.
Breifly he thought of Mason Verger and compared himself to him. That man had done the same thing to poor povished children by offering them candybars then having his way with them. Even his sister hadn't been immune. Comparing that and this he didn't view to much correlation, young Ranma wasn't going to harmed in anyway and he was doing it for completely different reasons.
"Here's the second course Ranma. I think you'll like it, your father liked it very much." pulling the cover off of a silver plate revealing some meat that looked almost like a steak but a little diffrent.
Ranma looked at it. His father had liked this? It looked like liver and he didn't really like liver. Dr. Fell had said he would most likely like it so might as well give it a try. Holding up his plate and smiling as Hannibal cut some up and put them on his plate.
Grabbing his fork he skewered a peice and raising it to his lips shoved it into his mouth. It tasted odd kinda like something really greasy. It was good though and he finished off his plate in silence as did Dr. Fell.Hannibal served desert and sat down to eat along with Ranma.
"Thank you." Ranma said as he finished his plate and set down the fork the same way that Dr. Fell did.
"Your welcome Ranma, would you like to spend the night here, I haven't seen your father since yesterday and I am a little worried he hasn't come looking for you." Hannibal glanced at the boy waiting to see if he had caught some of the sublte hints that he gave him bout staying and that his father wasn't alive anymore.
"Oh." Ranma stared down at his hands which he folded in his lap and ran over events in his mind. His father might have left him but he usually came back. Staying in one place till he did would be good. Yes he would say here Dr. Fell would take care of him, maybe even help him.
"Sure i'd love to stay Dr. Fell." Ranma said unhurried and content as the meal settled in his stomach.
"Please just Hannibal Ranma, after all we are friends."
***
End. Chapter 1.