Ranma/Lone Wolf Crossover Fanfiction
Disclaimer: I do not own Ranma 1/2 or the Lone Wolf Series or any other characters. The rights to Ranma 1/2 belong to Rumiko Takahashi and for the Lone Wolf Series, Joe Dever. This story is created solely for entertainment purposes and no profits are gained from this.
Timeline: This story takes place before Ranma meets the Tendo family and after Ranma learns the Nekoken. The Lone Wolf crossover takes place before book one of the Kai series.
Wild Horse of Kai
' ' - Thought
" " - Speech
By Montymouse
Prologue - Divine Intervention
***
Somewhere in China in the middle of the night an eight-year old child was running through the dense, dark woods. There was barely enough moonlight to see the young child in detail. He was wearing what looked like the tattered remains of his martial arts Gi, and his black hair was tied up in a ponytail. The poor boy was close to near-total exhaustion, though he kept running as fast as his feet could carry him. He didn't really know where he was going, just as long as he was far enough away from those awful feline creatures and mainly his father, Genma. He estimated that he had probably covered at least a couple of miles, as he didn't recognise the landscape around him at all. Neither could he remember what had happened in the last few hours as the last thing he remembered was being pushed into the pit of cats. At last, exhaustion finally took its toll on his body and he knew that he was going to die unless he received medical attention soon.
"Stupid Baka," muttered Ranma as he collapsed against a tree.
On closer inspection, he had numerous bloody cuts and scratches all over his body, caused by those feline creatures in that pit. Initially Ranma thought that the training trip would be fun and would make him the best martial artist in his generation, so he was willing to do his best for that cause. It had turned out that his father was an idiot right from the word go as his supposed training techniques and methods that would make him the best were actually putting his life at risk for the sake of his father. He couldn't believe how cruel and stupid his father was, and he had soon realised how foolish he was for believing his father's words that it was for his own good when he was put through all those supposed martial arts training methods. Those previous training methods had been bad enough, but this final one - the Nekoken - took the cake in terms of stupidity. He recalled the beginning of the training trip few days ago.
*Flashback*
An eight-year old child was sitting happily in an old disused building somewhere in China listening to his father who was sitting opposite him. His father sported a pair of wire-framed glasses and was wearing martial arts Gi with some sort of bandanna on his head; it was of course Genma Saotome. Ranma was curious of what his father was planning for him and, after a brief moment of silence, Genma spoke out.
"Ranma, I think it is time for you to learn the Nekoken."
"What is the Nekoken?" asked Ranma
"It's a technique that I have found that will make you the best martial artist in the world," Genma said in a superior tone.
"Err... How is this technique taught?" Ranma said in a nervous voice. His experiences in new training methods taught by Genma usually involved a lot of hard work and pain.
He would normally assume that it was for his own good to become the best martial artist in his generation. But as the training trip continued, his respect and his love for his father slowly ebbed away, and he didn't even know where his mother was, whom he greatly missed since leaving with Genma on this training trip.
"You don't have to know that right now; or are you a weak little girl who's afraid of new challenges?"
With that last statement, Ranma had accepted this supposed new martial arts technique due to his conditioning from Genma that the Art was everything and anything else was secondary. Genma knew that his son's pride and ego would override his previous doubts and hesitation. Genma smirked as he thought how easy it was to persuade his naïve son to do what he wanted him to do.
"Right, all you have do, Ranma, is to..." Genma went on to explain to Ranma what he wanted him to do.
Later that day...
"What am I supposed to do with these?" Ranma asked. His curiosity about this Nekoken was growing, and he was wondering why Genma had ordered him to go and collect all the house cats in the immediate area.
"Just put these fish cakes around you just as this ancient manual says," replied Genma, consulting the manual that he had found in an old, abandoned temple. Ranma did what he was told and started to wrap the fish cakes around him, still unaware of the danger.
On the first page of the manual, it stated that the user of the technique would gain inhuman strength and power, which was enough for him to actually to carry out this technique. The problem was that it was a bit vague in stating how it was actually done, but Genma assumed he could work out how the technique was actually performed.
In Genma's mind, if his son Ranma learned this technique then the Saotome School of Anything Goes' power would multiply tenfold and his arrangement with the Tendo clan would secure the legacy of Anything Goes. He could even imagine his early retirement, imagining his naïve son taking care of him in the future. Too bad for Ranma that Genma hadn't finished reading the rest of the manual, particularly the warning.
"Now, Ranma, all you have to do is to go though this trapdoor that leads into the pit." Genma lifted the somewhat heavy trapdoor.
Ranma peered through the trapdoor and saw all the cats he had collected earlier in the pit looking hungry and staved. Instantly Ranma's natural instincts and danger senses warned him that this was an extremely bad idea, but before he could say anything he was roughly pushed into the pit as the trapdoor slammed shut. Screams of pain could be heard coming from the pit, which Genma dismissed, waiting for it to stop. He hoped that his naive son would have learnt the Nekoken.
Being subjected to the Nekoken training once was bad enough for Ranma, but would Genma stop? Nope. He actually thought that maybe it would take more than one attempt to actually get him to learn the Nekoken. So he decided to throw Ranma into the pit again and again with all sorts of food that the cats would like and each time Ranma was mentally scarred.
By the end of the seventh attempt Genma was wondering how long it would take for his naïve son to actually master the technique. Genma then noticed that there was a loud growling coming from the pit. Suddenly the heavy trapdoor was blown apart as a black and white blur came out of the pit. Before Genma could prevent Ranma from escaping, he was knocked out cold by the sheer power and speed his son had gained as he rushed past Genma and through the wall.
*End of Flashback*
'So this is it, this is how I am going to die,' thought Ranma as he tried to make himself comfortable against a tree.
Unless Ranma received immediate medical attention from somewhere he would bleed to death in the cold, dark forest. The problem was that no one knew where Ranma was as he was situated in a very remote area of China. His thoughts were about his mother and what it would be like if he had stayed with her instead of going with his father. Ranma tried to picture her in his mind, but he only had very vague memories of her. Ranma knew that he would die and waited for the cold hand of death to claim him.
Normally in this universe/dimension, Ranma would have died at first light at the young age of eight due to his injuries, long before anyone would find him; but in this timeline, fate and destiny had other plans for him. It was the timely arrival of a passing Goddess that intervened in this universe that would lead Ranma to a new path.
The Goddess was from another dimension, travelling between universes in order to get to her home universe of Aon. She possessed an almost unearthly beauty, long flowing white/blonde hair down to her waist, yellowish tinted skin and large, light blue eyes. She wore a white/silver kimono style dress with markings and symbols unknown upon this world. No one in this world would recognise her, but she would definitely be classed as a Goddess. In her home universe, upon the world of Magnamund, she was known as Ishir, Goddess of Good and High Priestess of the Moon.
She was preparing for the final stage of her journey back to her home dimension when she sensed a strange chaotic aura nearby. She decided to delay her return home to investigate the weak signal that was being emitted from the forest, curious about the actual source of the signal. After spending a few minutes looking for the source of the chaotic aura, she was close to giving up when she spotted something out of the corner of her eye: the young boy resting against a tree. Using her supernatural senses, Ishir could tell that the young boy would die soon unless he received medical help. She wondered why this young human child was emitting such a strong chaotic aura, one that was not commonly found in a human unless they had some special purpose.
She had to make a decision as to whether he was worthy of saving quickly because time for Ranma was fast running out. Normally a God or Goddess wouldn't intervene in mortal affairs, but something was telling her that this boy had great potential if he was bought up right in this world. Not wanting to scare the young boy, she decided to mentally probe his mind to find some answers to her unasked questions. She could see images of past friends, his mother, enemies made and the training techniques taught by Genma. She gasped in shock at the Nekoken and quickly made a mental note that if she saw him she would probably do something quite bad. It only took Ishir a couple of minutes to scan Ranma's memories, and by that time she had made a decision that would change Ranma's life forever.
Her decision was that this young boy would probably be safe in her dimension, and he was more likely to reach his full potential if he was bought up in a better environment in Magnamund. She was sure that he wouldn't be missed except by a select few, and besides, he would have died anyway in this world, which would have been such a waste of potential. Also, her motherly instincts were kicking in and she felt sorry for this boy. His life had so far been awful, so she decided to approach him slowly without startling the poor boy.
As she stepped out of the dense wood and into Ranma's field of vision, she could see Ranma's eyes widening in surprise and also in shock-- something she didn't want to happen at all. She approached him as gently and as calmly as possible, causing Ranma to relax a little rather than tense up. Ranma thought that he was becoming delusional through blood loss as he saw a glowing figure surrounded with bright light. That wasn't what was scaring him, it was her aura that was beginning to make him nervous. He had never met anyone with so much power radiating from him or her. In the condition that Ranma was in, he was too weak to put up a fight and waited for her to make her move first.
"Who are you?" whispered Ranma as she stopped just in front of him.
"Do not worry, little one. I am the Goddess Ishir," spoke Ishir gently, reaching out her hand to touch Ranma's forehead.
Ranma was unable to pull his head back until Ishir spoke again.
"Everything is going to be all right, no one is going to hurt you now," Ishir said quietly.
Ranma nodded and allowed her to touch him. Her voice filled Ranma with warmth and kindness like that, which he had only experienced with his mother. Ranma also sensed from her aura that she meant him no harm and that she could be trusted. The moment she touched Ranma, he could feel his body starting to heal a little, and at the same time he could feel his eyelids starting to get heavy as he fell into unconscious.
With a blinding light that lit up the forest, Ranma and Ishir disappeared into thin air.
TBC...
***
Disclaimer: I do not own Ranma 1/2 or the Lone Wolf Series or any other characters. The rights to Ranma 1/2 belong to Rumiko Takahashi and for the Lone Wolf Series, Joe Dever. This story is created solely for entertainment purposes and no profits are gained from this.
Timeline: This story takes place before Ranma meets the Tendo family and after Ranma learns the Nekoken. The Lone Wolf crossover takes place before book one of the Kai series.
Wild Horse of Kai
' ' - Thought
" " - Speech
By Montymouse
Prologue - Divine Intervention
***
Somewhere in China in the middle of the night an eight-year old child was running through the dense, dark woods. There was barely enough moonlight to see the young child in detail. He was wearing what looked like the tattered remains of his martial arts Gi, and his black hair was tied up in a ponytail. The poor boy was close to near-total exhaustion, though he kept running as fast as his feet could carry him. He didn't really know where he was going, just as long as he was far enough away from those awful feline creatures and mainly his father, Genma. He estimated that he had probably covered at least a couple of miles, as he didn't recognise the landscape around him at all. Neither could he remember what had happened in the last few hours as the last thing he remembered was being pushed into the pit of cats. At last, exhaustion finally took its toll on his body and he knew that he was going to die unless he received medical attention soon.
"Stupid Baka," muttered Ranma as he collapsed against a tree.
On closer inspection, he had numerous bloody cuts and scratches all over his body, caused by those feline creatures in that pit. Initially Ranma thought that the training trip would be fun and would make him the best martial artist in his generation, so he was willing to do his best for that cause. It had turned out that his father was an idiot right from the word go as his supposed training techniques and methods that would make him the best were actually putting his life at risk for the sake of his father. He couldn't believe how cruel and stupid his father was, and he had soon realised how foolish he was for believing his father's words that it was for his own good when he was put through all those supposed martial arts training methods. Those previous training methods had been bad enough, but this final one - the Nekoken - took the cake in terms of stupidity. He recalled the beginning of the training trip few days ago.
*Flashback*
An eight-year old child was sitting happily in an old disused building somewhere in China listening to his father who was sitting opposite him. His father sported a pair of wire-framed glasses and was wearing martial arts Gi with some sort of bandanna on his head; it was of course Genma Saotome. Ranma was curious of what his father was planning for him and, after a brief moment of silence, Genma spoke out.
"Ranma, I think it is time for you to learn the Nekoken."
"What is the Nekoken?" asked Ranma
"It's a technique that I have found that will make you the best martial artist in the world," Genma said in a superior tone.
"Err... How is this technique taught?" Ranma said in a nervous voice. His experiences in new training methods taught by Genma usually involved a lot of hard work and pain.
He would normally assume that it was for his own good to become the best martial artist in his generation. But as the training trip continued, his respect and his love for his father slowly ebbed away, and he didn't even know where his mother was, whom he greatly missed since leaving with Genma on this training trip.
"You don't have to know that right now; or are you a weak little girl who's afraid of new challenges?"
With that last statement, Ranma had accepted this supposed new martial arts technique due to his conditioning from Genma that the Art was everything and anything else was secondary. Genma knew that his son's pride and ego would override his previous doubts and hesitation. Genma smirked as he thought how easy it was to persuade his naïve son to do what he wanted him to do.
"Right, all you have do, Ranma, is to..." Genma went on to explain to Ranma what he wanted him to do.
Later that day...
"What am I supposed to do with these?" Ranma asked. His curiosity about this Nekoken was growing, and he was wondering why Genma had ordered him to go and collect all the house cats in the immediate area.
"Just put these fish cakes around you just as this ancient manual says," replied Genma, consulting the manual that he had found in an old, abandoned temple. Ranma did what he was told and started to wrap the fish cakes around him, still unaware of the danger.
On the first page of the manual, it stated that the user of the technique would gain inhuman strength and power, which was enough for him to actually to carry out this technique. The problem was that it was a bit vague in stating how it was actually done, but Genma assumed he could work out how the technique was actually performed.
In Genma's mind, if his son Ranma learned this technique then the Saotome School of Anything Goes' power would multiply tenfold and his arrangement with the Tendo clan would secure the legacy of Anything Goes. He could even imagine his early retirement, imagining his naïve son taking care of him in the future. Too bad for Ranma that Genma hadn't finished reading the rest of the manual, particularly the warning.
"Now, Ranma, all you have to do is to go though this trapdoor that leads into the pit." Genma lifted the somewhat heavy trapdoor.
Ranma peered through the trapdoor and saw all the cats he had collected earlier in the pit looking hungry and staved. Instantly Ranma's natural instincts and danger senses warned him that this was an extremely bad idea, but before he could say anything he was roughly pushed into the pit as the trapdoor slammed shut. Screams of pain could be heard coming from the pit, which Genma dismissed, waiting for it to stop. He hoped that his naive son would have learnt the Nekoken.
Being subjected to the Nekoken training once was bad enough for Ranma, but would Genma stop? Nope. He actually thought that maybe it would take more than one attempt to actually get him to learn the Nekoken. So he decided to throw Ranma into the pit again and again with all sorts of food that the cats would like and each time Ranma was mentally scarred.
By the end of the seventh attempt Genma was wondering how long it would take for his naïve son to actually master the technique. Genma then noticed that there was a loud growling coming from the pit. Suddenly the heavy trapdoor was blown apart as a black and white blur came out of the pit. Before Genma could prevent Ranma from escaping, he was knocked out cold by the sheer power and speed his son had gained as he rushed past Genma and through the wall.
*End of Flashback*
'So this is it, this is how I am going to die,' thought Ranma as he tried to make himself comfortable against a tree.
Unless Ranma received immediate medical attention from somewhere he would bleed to death in the cold, dark forest. The problem was that no one knew where Ranma was as he was situated in a very remote area of China. His thoughts were about his mother and what it would be like if he had stayed with her instead of going with his father. Ranma tried to picture her in his mind, but he only had very vague memories of her. Ranma knew that he would die and waited for the cold hand of death to claim him.
Normally in this universe/dimension, Ranma would have died at first light at the young age of eight due to his injuries, long before anyone would find him; but in this timeline, fate and destiny had other plans for him. It was the timely arrival of a passing Goddess that intervened in this universe that would lead Ranma to a new path.
The Goddess was from another dimension, travelling between universes in order to get to her home universe of Aon. She possessed an almost unearthly beauty, long flowing white/blonde hair down to her waist, yellowish tinted skin and large, light blue eyes. She wore a white/silver kimono style dress with markings and symbols unknown upon this world. No one in this world would recognise her, but she would definitely be classed as a Goddess. In her home universe, upon the world of Magnamund, she was known as Ishir, Goddess of Good and High Priestess of the Moon.
She was preparing for the final stage of her journey back to her home dimension when she sensed a strange chaotic aura nearby. She decided to delay her return home to investigate the weak signal that was being emitted from the forest, curious about the actual source of the signal. After spending a few minutes looking for the source of the chaotic aura, she was close to giving up when she spotted something out of the corner of her eye: the young boy resting against a tree. Using her supernatural senses, Ishir could tell that the young boy would die soon unless he received medical help. She wondered why this young human child was emitting such a strong chaotic aura, one that was not commonly found in a human unless they had some special purpose.
She had to make a decision as to whether he was worthy of saving quickly because time for Ranma was fast running out. Normally a God or Goddess wouldn't intervene in mortal affairs, but something was telling her that this boy had great potential if he was bought up right in this world. Not wanting to scare the young boy, she decided to mentally probe his mind to find some answers to her unasked questions. She could see images of past friends, his mother, enemies made and the training techniques taught by Genma. She gasped in shock at the Nekoken and quickly made a mental note that if she saw him she would probably do something quite bad. It only took Ishir a couple of minutes to scan Ranma's memories, and by that time she had made a decision that would change Ranma's life forever.
Her decision was that this young boy would probably be safe in her dimension, and he was more likely to reach his full potential if he was bought up in a better environment in Magnamund. She was sure that he wouldn't be missed except by a select few, and besides, he would have died anyway in this world, which would have been such a waste of potential. Also, her motherly instincts were kicking in and she felt sorry for this boy. His life had so far been awful, so she decided to approach him slowly without startling the poor boy.
As she stepped out of the dense wood and into Ranma's field of vision, she could see Ranma's eyes widening in surprise and also in shock-- something she didn't want to happen at all. She approached him as gently and as calmly as possible, causing Ranma to relax a little rather than tense up. Ranma thought that he was becoming delusional through blood loss as he saw a glowing figure surrounded with bright light. That wasn't what was scaring him, it was her aura that was beginning to make him nervous. He had never met anyone with so much power radiating from him or her. In the condition that Ranma was in, he was too weak to put up a fight and waited for her to make her move first.
"Who are you?" whispered Ranma as she stopped just in front of him.
"Do not worry, little one. I am the Goddess Ishir," spoke Ishir gently, reaching out her hand to touch Ranma's forehead.
Ranma was unable to pull his head back until Ishir spoke again.
"Everything is going to be all right, no one is going to hurt you now," Ishir said quietly.
Ranma nodded and allowed her to touch him. Her voice filled Ranma with warmth and kindness like that, which he had only experienced with his mother. Ranma also sensed from her aura that she meant him no harm and that she could be trusted. The moment she touched Ranma, he could feel his body starting to heal a little, and at the same time he could feel his eyelids starting to get heavy as he fell into unconscious.
With a blinding light that lit up the forest, Ranma and Ishir disappeared into thin air.
TBC...
***