GreyStormers: Psycho Jay Story

Ch 2

Author's notes at the end

* *  = Thoughts

==== Is a perspective change

***** Is a scene change (often accompanied by a perspective change.)

Note: from now on I will be putting notes on music that I feel fit the story at the appropriate points (i.e. Opening themes, end theme, background music etc.).

Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to the music. Except where noted the names of those who do have the rights are near the song title. Also Ranma ½ isn't mine that belongs to Takahashi, Rumiko.

Ranma ½:

Nerima Neko Crew

Ch1:

Psycho reborn! A second childhood is not what I wanted.

Opening theme: Living in Chaos by Offspring

            I awoke with a start, the memories of that other dimension and the surreal feeling they brought fading slowly as if it were a nightmare. It was only after a few minutes when I had calmed down that I realized that something was very, very wrong. As my mind started focusing on the here and now, I became aware of a feeling of awkwardness about myself. It was as I was attempting to move that it became apparent what had happened. My movements themselves where clumsy and weak, but in my somewhat panicked thrashings I caught a glimpse to my side of a partial wall of wooden bars.

            I had a sinking feeling as I ceased my action, and turned my head to get a better look around.  To my left and right were walls of wooden bars about two feet high. Above and below where smooth solid boards of wood decorated with cartoon animals. It hit me, as my body finally entered my field of vision, that I was in a crib and had been turned into a baby! 

            After several moments of shocked silence and staring at my stubby arms and legs it occurred to me that I had bigger problems to worry about. With increasing anxiety I realized that I had absolutely no idea where I was, and more disturbingly I had no idea who my "parents" were. Thankfully it appeared that my second question was about to be answered as I heard footsteps coming from the other side of the door on the far side of the room to my left.

            The door opened and in SHE walked. Auburn hair done up, kind face, traditional kimono, the only thing missing was the katana. Instead of the family heirloom she held a post card in her hands.

            "Oh Jay-chan I've got wonderful news! You're father sent us a postcard, and he wrote that he and you're brother are doing fine! Isn't that Wonderful!" She beamed as she made her way to the crib.

            Nodoka Saotome, wife of Genma, mother of Ranma, and now apparently me.

            "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" was my lament to the heavens. Unfortunately it came out as:

            "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

            "Oh my poor baby whatever is the matter?" She picked me up and tried to comfort me.

            Someone was going to pay for this!

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            Roughly nine months later the (now eleven months old) child known as Jason Saotome, Previously known as Jason Gagwon (age twenty-one), was making his way to the living room from one of the frequent bathroom trips that children his age must make, and grumbling about it all the way.

            Walking quickly he made it to the living room in no time and planted himself on the sofa to continue his viewing of the midday news, all while bemoaning the inconvenience of his new body having to go every thirty minutes. The broadcast had just moved onto sports. Jason not caring much for sports decided that it was time to get back to his workbook, so he shut off the TV and made his way to his room.

            Jason's Room wasn't actually his, rather it was Nodoka's (he was still unable to think of her as his mother, despite having to call her so everyday.) workroom. The room itself was fairly small. By the far wall was his crib, placed beneath the window that was centered in the wall. The left wall was covered with selves laden with mythology text, below which there was a small writing desk covered with exam papers. On the right wall was a desk with a small computer and printer that Nodoka used to do her research.

            He had been very surprised to find out that not only was Nodoka the mythology professor at the University of Tokyo, but that the reason he had kept his original given name was because he was named after the mythic Greek hero. Although he had to admit it made sense, as how it was never explained how she had gotten by without Genma and Ranma around.

            * Although, *, he thought, * I bet that fat bastard never worked a day in his life! *

            He shivered in revulsion at the thought that he was now related to the aforementioned bastard as he neared the door. Upon entering he found his mother typing away at the computer. She stopped as he entered and smiled at him.

            " Anything interesting on the news today Jason?"

            "Not really mother, same shi… stuff, different day." He replied as he went to the other desk and pulled out a small notebook.(1)

            She frowned slightly before turning back to her work. She had no idea where he had picked up such bad language, thankfully he was trying to correct it. It was just one of many things she found odd about her child. For one thing he was a prodigy. He had learned to walk at five months, and started talking (in English oddly enough.) one month later. Luckily he had picked up his native tongue quickly thereafter. He was also surprisingly mature for his age. However two months ago she had decided to sign him up for an intelligence test, the results had come in a week later and to everyone's surprise his scores were just about collage level. Nodoka was actually relived about this because her husband wasn't all that bright and Ranma appeared picking up some of his traits.

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Meanwhile …

            I took out my notebook and turned to the last page I was working on.

            * Now lets see, what was I working on again? Ah yes, possible plans and ideas. *

            Nine months ago after my … #Ahem# … little episode, I quickly came to several realizations. One was that I really didn't want a second childhood, two was that the being (2) that sent me here said that I was to learn. The first I couldn't do much about, though I did try to master my new body as soon as possible, it took me six of the most annoying months of my life before I could move in any resemblance to what I was use to, and yet another month before I could talk again. Then it was two weeks before I was able to switch to Japanese. Odd that, though I was "born" in Japan I can still speak English. Ah well, I'll worry about that later.

            Anyway, figuring out what I had to learn was easy. I was in a Ranma Universe so I probably was going to learn martial arts. How I was going to accomplish this was another matter that I have yet to find an answer for. Which brings me to my notebook (3). In order to come up with some sort of plan to accomplish my goals, I thought it best to keep a record of events and note what's different from what I know about this universe.

            Which leads to now, me holding my head in one hand while staring blankly at the page and tapping it idly with the pen. The only things I had puzzled out was where I was in the timeline, which appeared to be pre-series, and how I happened.

            Ranma, according to the manga and anime, was four when he left. That was a little over a year ago, and almost exactly nine months before my "birth". That meant that I had less than nine years to prepare myself for the wackiness to come. I knew there was no way to avoid Nerima, my luck just wasn't that good. Thankfully that was a small worry, what really bothered me was that prior to my fall into The Pool I had been reading several alternate history books. It always was the same, one small change, like a modern army general getting zapped back in time to control the roman legions, then all hell would break lose. Usually around whatever caused the change. Yes, that was very worrisome, 'cause as far as I knew I was the change.

            Call me a Paranoid Sci-Fi Nut, but I knew something bad was going to happen. Like I said before my luck just wasn't that good.

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Ending theme: Somewhere Out There by Our Lady Peace

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Author's notes:

1) Some of you may have noticed by now but Jason seems to be taking this rather well. I also know that some people hate it when SI's are thrown in and act like they belong, so I'm going to address this now. Basically it boils down to this, Jason is in a situation that he has little control over. He's in a place he doesn't want to be and doesn't have the ability to leave, he also knows he is there for a reason. Now my feelings, and by proxy my avatars, are that if you are in a position where you can't do much to fix things you will just have to stick it out. Worry and panic are just going to make it worse so they must be put off until you are finished. Also as implied in the last few paragraphs He read a lot of sci-fi and fantasy and so has an idea of what to expect.    

2) Until such time that I choose to revel its name the chaos being shall be referred to from here on out as The Entity.

3) Interesting side note: the game which I am writing (and am currently putting the finishing touches on.) and that this story is based on, the notebook that Jason is writing is considered the premier authority on dimension hopping. Basically after it is finished and heavily edited a copy falls through a time warp mildly damaged. It's very rare and highly sought after as it gives bonuses to many skills.

            Well chapter two is a little shorter than I planed due to several things happening at once. So I figured that that would be a good place to stop. Anyway I will be working on other stories as well so new Greystormers: PJS may be a while in coming.