Revised Chapter: Name correction nothing new.
This is the beginning of arc two. As always, this fan-fiction is not for profit. Respected owners retain copyrights. I'm just writing this to stop the bloody nightmares. :)
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The twins awoke to a new day in Crystal Tokyo. The room was a strange environment for them. Suddenly both remembered just what building the room was in. They were staying at the palace with the Queen and her court. They had just learned yesterday who their mother was and met her side of the family. They were actually related to the world famous fighter Ranma Saotome. Their dad could keep pace with him all out in a spar. He had also mentally switched places with him in a freak accident and helped Ranma out in a time of need. They had learned that their great-grandmother was not the woman they thought she was. Their father had told them not to worry about it. They learned the origins of their adopted Aunt Ukyou, which was very surprising to say the least. They had learned early on she was not blood relations, but ever bit as much family like their great-grandmother. It was almost too much for them, and they had only scratched the surface of what was to be learned.
Both were drawn out of their thoughts by a knock at the door and a announcement reminding them breakfast would be served in an hour. Both did their morning stretches. They could both feel their great-grandmother popping them on the hand should they skip them. One should always be ready for action she would tell them. Evan when you're at the safest location on planet Earth.
The breakfast hall was huge. It would have put many of the grand ballrooms they had seen in the past to shame. The breakfast itself was wonderful. It was buffet style and they had a ready selection of what they were use to. They chose instead to try the traditional Japanese's breakfast Misue soup.
Completing breakfast they decided to hang around and watch the coming and going of the palace staff. The racial and ethnic mix to their surprise was larger than they had anticipated. They had always been taught that the Japanese society was basically closed off. Then again, this was the palace for a world government. There should be no surprise. Both looked forward to meeting the staff on a individual bases. Finally their father retrieved them. Before they knew it they were once again before Queen Serenity. She smiled at them gently and asked for them to sit. This was a more formal environment and hugs were not exchanged to their disappointment. Morning pleasantries were exchanged and they met Luna, the cat advisor to the Queen. They finally got down to business, learning about their father.
Serenity smiled at them, "So what do you think of your father so far?"
Jack answered first, "We had no idea that he is such an important person."
Jill finished, "Its just so incredible."
Jack "Not that we did not appreciate him before."
Jill "Just one question, "When we first arrived. The guard announced him Ambassador Mamoru Johnson. Who is he the ambassador to?"
Serenity smiled at Mamoru. The twins shared a bond that no one could explain, but she understood what it meant and gave him a wink. He smiled back at her. Finally she responded to the twin's question. "If I told you that would spoil the story. All in good time children, all in good time."
Mamoru takes this as an opportunity to continue with the story. All the ears in that room where focused on him. He had always been a bit of a mystery to the staff. Always a little to close to their Queen for the perceived outsider he was. "It was about one month after Ranma's kidnapping................."
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A class of Martial Artist is watching a tall man lean in shape. They are currently the best of the best in the United States. The complicated keta they were watching him perform had just been completed and many of their chins had hit the floor. The Dojo Master was smiling at his new student. It was hard for him to believe this student had come to him a little under a month ago with no skill. He was considered one of the best masters in the country. He was searched out far and wide by advanced students of the art. He normally did not take on new students, but the money being thrown at him was hard to refuse. Now this student was making him look like a white belt that was standing still.
He had found this students story hard to believe at first, but after some research he quickly discovered much of his story was true. He could not find one single false hood. He did however, find more questions. No formal training in as little as two months ago. His physical shape was deplorable. He had been struck by lightening and was out of it for two weeks. His medical recovery was miraculous. The story of how he traded bodies with a troubled young man was unbelievable. The truth of the matter; however, was in the pudding. His student was performing beyond anything he had ever seen before. He could do basic manipulation of Ki. He could no longer help him in his quest to be better. This galled him to no end. This student could wipe the floor with any Martial Artist in the US and most likely Japan and he was still declaring himself not good enough. He would have to let him go onto Japan like he planned to. Dang it, he was learning so much from his new student.
Mamoru Johnson considered himself to be a lucky man. Given his medical state two months ago before the lightening strike he should still be recovering. Heck, even if he was in the best of shape he should just now be starting rehabilitation. (I have no idea how long it takes a lightening victim to recover, or what is required.) Instead he was developing himself into a super world class martial artist. He had a friend to rescue. Granted he had never met him in person, but when you share the intimate details these two had... then a friendship was almost always guaranteed. He helped him with his problems and in return he got the ultimate physical fitness program. Plus he made several new friends and met hopefully one day he thought his future wife. First off however, he would have to train his body further, push harder. He was still not close to the Amazon's skill level, and his current Sensei could no longer help him. He could continue to train himself strength wise. There was something to be said about Ki manipulation after all, but he could not train the Ki itself.
His security team in Japan had already contacted Ukyou who had reluctantly agreed to help him. She had gone down in flames with her father and family, and had no desire to become a Tendo. She had agreed after much persuasion to be adopted into his family as a sister. One more week and he would be heading to Japan to seek out a distant relative of Ranma: Tenchi Masaki. While Tenchi was not that strong, his grandfather was. His security team had still not located Tenchi. He would have to contact the Grandfather directly. After finishing up his demonstration keta he walked up to Chuck Norris to thank him for his assistance. (^_^ Could not resist, sorry. ^_^) After a quick spar that he intentionally lost. He left the dojo for the last time not looking back. Unlike Ranma, he thought there was no honor lost in not bruising someone's ego as long as they were not obvious about the matter. Besides... it was Chuck Norris, the chance to spar was a lifetime opportunity in and of itself.
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The walk through the untarnished countryside of Japan was extremely pleasant. Mamoru he thought to himself, 'It looks like you finally found a new place to walk.' Mamoru's team still could not find Tenchi himself, but he knew the location the Masaki Shrine. His sister Ukyou was walking beside him. It felt good to call someone family. Being alone for so long had been difficult for him. Sure he had his friends and extended family, but there was nothing like having someone you could call immediate family. Their new relationship was strained at best, but both were adjusting to the new situation. Ukyou had proven to be a challenge to his newly acquired fighting skills, but he was quickly advancing in his ability. Given a few more months and he would be her equal. A pity really, that still would not be enough to defeat Cologne. Ukyou had interrupted his train of thought.
Ukyou had to break the silence some how. It was beginning to grind on her nerves. "Are you certain your not able to contact the Tendos? Akane will be mad once she learns she has missed out on a training opportunity."
She watched as her new brother tensed up at the question. Here was the man that had derailed her entire life. 'No that's not fair, Genma derailed it, he just added to the damage. It just was not fair. She could not understand why Ranma chose the Violent Tomboy, or why Mamoru was attracted to Nabiki. ... Where the hell did that thought come from? He was quite pleasant to be around. To noble for his own damn good.' Her thoughts were interrupted when he finally answered the question.
Mamoru "Quite certain... according to my security team the dojo is still being watched. It also took two weeks to get them to stop following you. Whomever the old mummy hired is good. I have no idea if the house has been bugged, and it will look suspicious if a repairperson just shows up. I'll just have to wait until the dojo is no longer being watched."
Their conversation was halted when they came across a field and a lake. On the other side of the lake a home sat. Next to them, a very long flight of steps leads to the top of a mountain. Mamoru looks at them with a sigh while Ukyou looks elated. "Big Brother, leave your pack here. This will be a good opportunity for training." While Mamoru is lowering the 50-kilo pack from his shoulders she continues to explain. "This will be a test of strength and Ki manipulation. I want you to focus your Ki into your legs and leap up the steps as far as you can." Mamoru does as he is instructed and clears ten steps. "That's good, now I want you to do that for the rest of the way up. First one to the top cooks dinner." Mamoru leaps as hard and as quickly as possible. Before long he is clearing twenty steps at a time. About half way up Ukyou passes him clearing thirty at a time while still wearing her pack. He focuses even harder and tries to at least catch up with her. Inevitably he fails, 'Looks like another night of cooking. Finally he reaches his goal of thirty steps at about the time he reaches the top. Panting he looks back down the steps to see how far he went. They were extremely high. His pack was just a speck. He turned around to address Ukyou when he notices her addressing an old man in priest robes. To his utter amazement she is still wearing her pack. He could not even lift that thing and she still wore it after that exertion. Walking calmly to her he can hear the old priest reprehending her for being disrespectful to Holy Ground. Mamoru interrupted him. He would be damn if Ukyou would take the blame for this. "Respected elder, please forgive her, it was my fault. I am honor and duty bond to rescue a friend. She was training me in the use of Ki" The old man regards him. "Who are you, and who must you rescue?" Mamoru answers, "Mamoru Johnson sir, I'm training so I can rescue a friend in need, Ranma Saotome, a distant relative of Tenchi Masaki. You might have heard of either one of them?" The old priest considers what he is told. "What are you to this Ranma?" Mamoru goes into detail about what has led him to this temple. The priest did not once display any emotions to the story he was being told.
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Well another chapter down, basically three more to go while dealing with the Tenchi universe. Its all hand written and is a basic guess. I found my self adding and subtracting material as I went. It takes a little longer but I find it better for me to write this way. You may have noticed a distinct change in my writing habits. I hope the change is for the better. I wrote the first arc almost two years ago and finally got brave enough to publish it. The second arc looked more of the same until I decided to change it recently. It required a whole rewrite. My writing ability has definitely matured over the last two years and is reflected in this rewrite. There is very little dialog in the Tenchi setting unforanitly. The original premise was more comedy, but it turned out considerably more serious than I had intended.
As always constructive criticism is welcome. I'm out to improve myself.
Ookii Mamoru
Just a little side note, I've got up to 48 hand written pages at this time. I'm just now getting into the Sailor Moon Universe and am almost to the point of merging all three. :)
This is the beginning of arc two. As always, this fan-fiction is not for profit. Respected owners retain copyrights. I'm just writing this to stop the bloody nightmares. :)
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The twins awoke to a new day in Crystal Tokyo. The room was a strange environment for them. Suddenly both remembered just what building the room was in. They were staying at the palace with the Queen and her court. They had just learned yesterday who their mother was and met her side of the family. They were actually related to the world famous fighter Ranma Saotome. Their dad could keep pace with him all out in a spar. He had also mentally switched places with him in a freak accident and helped Ranma out in a time of need. They had learned that their great-grandmother was not the woman they thought she was. Their father had told them not to worry about it. They learned the origins of their adopted Aunt Ukyou, which was very surprising to say the least. They had learned early on she was not blood relations, but ever bit as much family like their great-grandmother. It was almost too much for them, and they had only scratched the surface of what was to be learned.
Both were drawn out of their thoughts by a knock at the door and a announcement reminding them breakfast would be served in an hour. Both did their morning stretches. They could both feel their great-grandmother popping them on the hand should they skip them. One should always be ready for action she would tell them. Evan when you're at the safest location on planet Earth.
The breakfast hall was huge. It would have put many of the grand ballrooms they had seen in the past to shame. The breakfast itself was wonderful. It was buffet style and they had a ready selection of what they were use to. They chose instead to try the traditional Japanese's breakfast Misue soup.
Completing breakfast they decided to hang around and watch the coming and going of the palace staff. The racial and ethnic mix to their surprise was larger than they had anticipated. They had always been taught that the Japanese society was basically closed off. Then again, this was the palace for a world government. There should be no surprise. Both looked forward to meeting the staff on a individual bases. Finally their father retrieved them. Before they knew it they were once again before Queen Serenity. She smiled at them gently and asked for them to sit. This was a more formal environment and hugs were not exchanged to their disappointment. Morning pleasantries were exchanged and they met Luna, the cat advisor to the Queen. They finally got down to business, learning about their father.
Serenity smiled at them, "So what do you think of your father so far?"
Jack answered first, "We had no idea that he is such an important person."
Jill finished, "Its just so incredible."
Jack "Not that we did not appreciate him before."
Jill "Just one question, "When we first arrived. The guard announced him Ambassador Mamoru Johnson. Who is he the ambassador to?"
Serenity smiled at Mamoru. The twins shared a bond that no one could explain, but she understood what it meant and gave him a wink. He smiled back at her. Finally she responded to the twin's question. "If I told you that would spoil the story. All in good time children, all in good time."
Mamoru takes this as an opportunity to continue with the story. All the ears in that room where focused on him. He had always been a bit of a mystery to the staff. Always a little to close to their Queen for the perceived outsider he was. "It was about one month after Ranma's kidnapping................."
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A class of Martial Artist is watching a tall man lean in shape. They are currently the best of the best in the United States. The complicated keta they were watching him perform had just been completed and many of their chins had hit the floor. The Dojo Master was smiling at his new student. It was hard for him to believe this student had come to him a little under a month ago with no skill. He was considered one of the best masters in the country. He was searched out far and wide by advanced students of the art. He normally did not take on new students, but the money being thrown at him was hard to refuse. Now this student was making him look like a white belt that was standing still.
He had found this students story hard to believe at first, but after some research he quickly discovered much of his story was true. He could not find one single false hood. He did however, find more questions. No formal training in as little as two months ago. His physical shape was deplorable. He had been struck by lightening and was out of it for two weeks. His medical recovery was miraculous. The story of how he traded bodies with a troubled young man was unbelievable. The truth of the matter; however, was in the pudding. His student was performing beyond anything he had ever seen before. He could do basic manipulation of Ki. He could no longer help him in his quest to be better. This galled him to no end. This student could wipe the floor with any Martial Artist in the US and most likely Japan and he was still declaring himself not good enough. He would have to let him go onto Japan like he planned to. Dang it, he was learning so much from his new student.
Mamoru Johnson considered himself to be a lucky man. Given his medical state two months ago before the lightening strike he should still be recovering. Heck, even if he was in the best of shape he should just now be starting rehabilitation. (I have no idea how long it takes a lightening victim to recover, or what is required.) Instead he was developing himself into a super world class martial artist. He had a friend to rescue. Granted he had never met him in person, but when you share the intimate details these two had... then a friendship was almost always guaranteed. He helped him with his problems and in return he got the ultimate physical fitness program. Plus he made several new friends and met hopefully one day he thought his future wife. First off however, he would have to train his body further, push harder. He was still not close to the Amazon's skill level, and his current Sensei could no longer help him. He could continue to train himself strength wise. There was something to be said about Ki manipulation after all, but he could not train the Ki itself.
His security team in Japan had already contacted Ukyou who had reluctantly agreed to help him. She had gone down in flames with her father and family, and had no desire to become a Tendo. She had agreed after much persuasion to be adopted into his family as a sister. One more week and he would be heading to Japan to seek out a distant relative of Ranma: Tenchi Masaki. While Tenchi was not that strong, his grandfather was. His security team had still not located Tenchi. He would have to contact the Grandfather directly. After finishing up his demonstration keta he walked up to Chuck Norris to thank him for his assistance. (^_^ Could not resist, sorry. ^_^) After a quick spar that he intentionally lost. He left the dojo for the last time not looking back. Unlike Ranma, he thought there was no honor lost in not bruising someone's ego as long as they were not obvious about the matter. Besides... it was Chuck Norris, the chance to spar was a lifetime opportunity in and of itself.
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The walk through the untarnished countryside of Japan was extremely pleasant. Mamoru he thought to himself, 'It looks like you finally found a new place to walk.' Mamoru's team still could not find Tenchi himself, but he knew the location the Masaki Shrine. His sister Ukyou was walking beside him. It felt good to call someone family. Being alone for so long had been difficult for him. Sure he had his friends and extended family, but there was nothing like having someone you could call immediate family. Their new relationship was strained at best, but both were adjusting to the new situation. Ukyou had proven to be a challenge to his newly acquired fighting skills, but he was quickly advancing in his ability. Given a few more months and he would be her equal. A pity really, that still would not be enough to defeat Cologne. Ukyou had interrupted his train of thought.
Ukyou had to break the silence some how. It was beginning to grind on her nerves. "Are you certain your not able to contact the Tendos? Akane will be mad once she learns she has missed out on a training opportunity."
She watched as her new brother tensed up at the question. Here was the man that had derailed her entire life. 'No that's not fair, Genma derailed it, he just added to the damage. It just was not fair. She could not understand why Ranma chose the Violent Tomboy, or why Mamoru was attracted to Nabiki. ... Where the hell did that thought come from? He was quite pleasant to be around. To noble for his own damn good.' Her thoughts were interrupted when he finally answered the question.
Mamoru "Quite certain... according to my security team the dojo is still being watched. It also took two weeks to get them to stop following you. Whomever the old mummy hired is good. I have no idea if the house has been bugged, and it will look suspicious if a repairperson just shows up. I'll just have to wait until the dojo is no longer being watched."
Their conversation was halted when they came across a field and a lake. On the other side of the lake a home sat. Next to them, a very long flight of steps leads to the top of a mountain. Mamoru looks at them with a sigh while Ukyou looks elated. "Big Brother, leave your pack here. This will be a good opportunity for training." While Mamoru is lowering the 50-kilo pack from his shoulders she continues to explain. "This will be a test of strength and Ki manipulation. I want you to focus your Ki into your legs and leap up the steps as far as you can." Mamoru does as he is instructed and clears ten steps. "That's good, now I want you to do that for the rest of the way up. First one to the top cooks dinner." Mamoru leaps as hard and as quickly as possible. Before long he is clearing twenty steps at a time. About half way up Ukyou passes him clearing thirty at a time while still wearing her pack. He focuses even harder and tries to at least catch up with her. Inevitably he fails, 'Looks like another night of cooking. Finally he reaches his goal of thirty steps at about the time he reaches the top. Panting he looks back down the steps to see how far he went. They were extremely high. His pack was just a speck. He turned around to address Ukyou when he notices her addressing an old man in priest robes. To his utter amazement she is still wearing her pack. He could not even lift that thing and she still wore it after that exertion. Walking calmly to her he can hear the old priest reprehending her for being disrespectful to Holy Ground. Mamoru interrupted him. He would be damn if Ukyou would take the blame for this. "Respected elder, please forgive her, it was my fault. I am honor and duty bond to rescue a friend. She was training me in the use of Ki" The old man regards him. "Who are you, and who must you rescue?" Mamoru answers, "Mamoru Johnson sir, I'm training so I can rescue a friend in need, Ranma Saotome, a distant relative of Tenchi Masaki. You might have heard of either one of them?" The old priest considers what he is told. "What are you to this Ranma?" Mamoru goes into detail about what has led him to this temple. The priest did not once display any emotions to the story he was being told.
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Well another chapter down, basically three more to go while dealing with the Tenchi universe. Its all hand written and is a basic guess. I found my self adding and subtracting material as I went. It takes a little longer but I find it better for me to write this way. You may have noticed a distinct change in my writing habits. I hope the change is for the better. I wrote the first arc almost two years ago and finally got brave enough to publish it. The second arc looked more of the same until I decided to change it recently. It required a whole rewrite. My writing ability has definitely matured over the last two years and is reflected in this rewrite. There is very little dialog in the Tenchi setting unforanitly. The original premise was more comedy, but it turned out considerably more serious than I had intended.
As always constructive criticism is welcome. I'm out to improve myself.
Ookii Mamoru
Just a little side note, I've got up to 48 hand written pages at this time. I'm just now getting into the Sailor Moon Universe and am almost to the point of merging all three. :)