Survival Instincts
A Ranma 1/2 & Sailor Moon Crossover
By Seraphilim
Author's Notes: Well, I've decided to throw myself into this 100%, so the prologue will have some name changes to something I didn't just come up with on the spot. This will affect the title of the fic and the two named characters in the prologue.
(Chances are that this fanfic will have inaccuracies, mostly concerning that of the Sailor Moon continuity, which I am somewhat less familiar with than that of Ranma. Please do not hesitate to point out any massive inaccuracies in reviews.)
2004.17.02 –Thanks to reviewers for pointing out that I had left the "di" out of dihydrogen oxide.
Chapter One – Good Morning Sensei
It was a pleasant morning in Nerima; in the surprisingly peaceful household of the Saotome family, one certain pigtailed martial artist was enjoying himself to a nice morning workout in the backyard.
A left punch to the shoulder. A right jab to the collar, followed by a reverse roundhouse to the lower abdomen. The young man practicing visualized his faceless opponent as he honed his ever-increasing skill in the arts. Finally, he finished with a flawless sidekick - his leg arcing up high above his head – and he held his position and allowed a smile to cross his face.
Lately, Ranma Saotome was finding life to be pretty damn good. It had been a little less than a month since the failed wedding attempt by his and Akane's parents, and a few things occurred between then and now. The most major event had been Mousse actually learning a technique that helped him defeat Shampoo, to the surprise of just about everyone involved. And, oddly enough, Shampoo hadn't been as furious as everyone had suspected. She seemed more satisfied than angry, as if she had been expecting the event for a long time. The old woman, Cologne, had been furious at first since this meant the loss of Ranma as a potential addition to the tribe. But, the fact that Mousse had reached a level of skill high enough to allow himself to win over Shampoo (who had repeatedly shown herself to be the better of the two for years) must have gotten to the old woman's head. "Maybe he's worth something after all," were her own words. Even then, the three Chinese Amazons decided to stick around for a while; maybe they had gotten attached to the craziness of Nerima, or maybe Cologne was hatching another plan, either way, they stayed.
It did feel good, thought Ranma, to have one less fiancée to deal with. True be told, he had already decided who he wanted, but he still was utterly clueless as to how to deal with whatever backlash there would be if he revealed his choice. So, he kept his mouth shut. It was the safest course of action, especially for a guy who had a habit of sticking his foot into his mouth often.
Ranma lowered his leg; he had held it in mid-air for three minutes, a test of his patience and endurance. He wasn't even breathing hard. The only times Ranma managed to get a really decent workout were the few times Ryoga stopped by to challenge Ranma to a duel. "Speaking of Ryoga, he ain't been around for a week. He oughtta show up any day now," mused Ranma as he prepared to head inside for breakfast. His mother was making it, and Ranma realized that he only remembered a very scant amount of times he was able to enjoy her cooking. With his father still hanging around at the Tendo's, Ranma was now able to enjoy being with his mom in the fullest. As he walked inside, Nodoka Saotome was waiting patiently for her son.
"Good morning, Ranma."
Ranma sat down at the table, and returned her smile.
"Good morning, Mom. Mmm, smells great!"
The two commenced eating. Ranma couldn't help but exhibit some of father's traits while he ate; his mother's cooking was superb enough to rival Kasumi's. In fact, Ranma couldn't tell which woman made the tastier dish.
"Ranma, you really do seem like your father at times."
Ranma respected his mother incredibly, and so he made sure to swallow the rice in his mouth before answering. "Really? Howzat?"
"Well, your dedication to martial arts, for one. I was watching you practice out there while I cooked, and your expression, the way you held yourself, it mirrored Genma's from before you were born. Not to mention your eating habits are just like his, too."
She giggled slightly at that, and Ranma blushed at her words besides himself. It was not much longer before the two finished eating, and Ranma grabbed up his bookbag.
"I'm off to school now, Mom. Thanks for breakfast."
The older Saotome blinked and put a hand to her mouth as if remembering something.
"Ranma, I almost forgot, your school called earlier. Mr. Aoba, your science teacher, suddenly quit for some reason or other over the weekend. You'll be having a new science teacher starting today. They called us specifically because they don't want you making a bad impression on the new teacher. You'll make sure to remember that, okay? Especially since science class is the first one in the morning."
"Oh, no prob, Mom. Seeya!"
Ranma began jogging out and away from the house, en route to the corner where he met up with Akane and Nabiki. As he jumped up onto the roadside fence, he wondered about the new teacher; whether he'd be normal like Mr. Hoshino, a weirdo like the Principal, or (Ranma felt a little shiver run up his spine at the thought) someone like Miss Hinako.
Meanwhile, in Juuban, the Sailor Senshi were getting their first taste of two terrors. The first being the pink-haired Chibi-Usa, and the second being the Black Moon Family. They were oblivious to the existence of the survivors of the Dark Kingdom, and those survivors hoped to keep it that way.
"Good morning, students. I am your new science teacher, Mr. Kai Naito. You may call me Sensei or Mr. Kai."
"Good morning, Sensei."
The class monotonously chanted the greeting they were quite accustomed to, even if the name was different now. Ranma sized up this new guy as he leaned back in his desk, clasping his hands behind his head. Mr. Kai was quite a bit younger than Mr. Aoba, and had a head of greenish black hair that framed his youthful face. Ranma guessed the man to be only in his mid-twenties. Mr. Kai also had the oddest eye color Ranma had seen on a normal person. Red. The man's eyes were a ruby red, and it seemed out of place. Shrugging, Ranma figured that if the only odd thing about the guy was his eyes, he'd be normal in Nerima.
"Ah, Mr. Saotome, is it? Please pay attention, or I'll have to make you stand outside with the buckets."
Ranma quickly straightened up and focused on the lesson at hand. He really didn't feel like enduring that stupid punishment yet again. Concentrating, Ranma tried focusing on Mr. Kai's words. Surprisingly, he wasn't as incredibly bored as he thought.
"Now, open your books to page 125. Today we'll study the compound of dihydrogen oxide. Now, does anyone here know what dihydrogen oxide is?"
Ranma felt someone poke him in the right arm with a pencil. Glancing over, he saw his brown-haired friend Hiroshi grinning at him, and Ranma whispered, "What?"
Hiroshi whispered back, "Come on, Ranma, you oughtta know this one! You experience close encounters with it everyday."
"Huh?"
"Gah… Do the letters H2O mean anything to you?"
"Uh… Oh, I know that! It's salt, right?"
"Mr. Saotome!"
With an erk, Ranma looked back to the head of the classroom, and saw Mr. Kai's stern gaze fixed right on him.
"Do you have something to share with the class, Mr. Saotome?"
"Er, no, Sensei."
"…Very well. Can you answer the question, then?"
"Uh, lemme think…"
Ranma wracked his brain, wishing he'd taken care to actually read the textbook. "Uh, dihydrogen oxide is… is… uh…" Ranma trailed off, feeling somewhat ridiculous as everyone was staring at him with differing expressions. Hiroshi and Daisuke stared in disbelief. Ukyo's expression was something like sympathy. Akane… Akane was looking at him with an expression that said "You're not THAT stupid, are you?"
Mr. Kai sighed as he held a hand to his temple.
"It's water, Mr. Saotome. Please pay more attention. If I catch you daydreaming or gossiping once more, you WILL be standing out in the hall."
Luckily, the rest of the day went much more smoothly. By lunch time, Ranma was starving. He, Akane, and Ukyo all went out to the usual tree in the yard to eat. As usual, Ukyo had made Ranma her special okonomiyaki.
"Here you go, Ranchan."
She presented it with a cute smile, and Ranma felt compelled to eat it. Akane sat silently as she ate from her own bento box that Kasumi had prepared for her. Once Ranma finished gobbling down the okonomiyaki, he proceeded to open up the bento his mother had made for him. Ukyo and Akane marveled at the food held within.
"Wow. That looks just as good as Kasumi's lunches."
"You've got one heck of a mother, Ranchan."
Ranma smiled at that as he began to dig in. Of course, the somewhat serene moment was broken by a familiar cry of "Saotome! Prepare to fight!"
Almost as if on an afterthought, Ranma hopped up to avoid the stab of a bokken, and he landed softly on the tip, balancing himself as he continued eating. He looked up curiously at Kuno, who seemed to ignore the fact that his attack didn't exactly have the desired effect.
"What's up, Kuno? Want to lose again?"
Kuno closed his eyes briefly, and opened them to looked seriously at Ranma. "What sorcery have you performed this time, Saotome?"
"Sorcery? What're ya blabbing about now, Kuno?"
"Not two days yonder did I notice that a mansion had suddenly appeared overlooking the wondrous estate of family Kuno. I had not observed such a structure being built prior, and I can only conclude that it was an act of sorcery committed most foul by you, Saotome!"
"What!? Why would I even want to build a mansion near YOUR place, Kuno?"
"Obviously you conjured the building to lower the greatness of my estate by placing it above mine as if to signify that you have liege over mine self. Nay, 'tis not to be so, for I… erk."
Kuno's speech was cut off by Ranma planting a foot in his face and backflipping off the bokken and onto the ground, juggling the now empty bento on one finger.
"You girls understand him?"
Ukyo and Akane shook their heads as Kuno collapsed to the ground. Whistling, Ranma turned and left.
"Odd though… Kuno's not the kinda guy to make up a story about that just to attack me. I wonder who built the mansion?"
End Chapter One
A Ranma 1/2 & Sailor Moon Crossover
By Seraphilim
Author's Notes: Well, I've decided to throw myself into this 100%, so the prologue will have some name changes to something I didn't just come up with on the spot. This will affect the title of the fic and the two named characters in the prologue.
(Chances are that this fanfic will have inaccuracies, mostly concerning that of the Sailor Moon continuity, which I am somewhat less familiar with than that of Ranma. Please do not hesitate to point out any massive inaccuracies in reviews.)
2004.17.02 –Thanks to reviewers for pointing out that I had left the "di" out of dihydrogen oxide.
Chapter One – Good Morning Sensei
It was a pleasant morning in Nerima; in the surprisingly peaceful household of the Saotome family, one certain pigtailed martial artist was enjoying himself to a nice morning workout in the backyard.
A left punch to the shoulder. A right jab to the collar, followed by a reverse roundhouse to the lower abdomen. The young man practicing visualized his faceless opponent as he honed his ever-increasing skill in the arts. Finally, he finished with a flawless sidekick - his leg arcing up high above his head – and he held his position and allowed a smile to cross his face.
Lately, Ranma Saotome was finding life to be pretty damn good. It had been a little less than a month since the failed wedding attempt by his and Akane's parents, and a few things occurred between then and now. The most major event had been Mousse actually learning a technique that helped him defeat Shampoo, to the surprise of just about everyone involved. And, oddly enough, Shampoo hadn't been as furious as everyone had suspected. She seemed more satisfied than angry, as if she had been expecting the event for a long time. The old woman, Cologne, had been furious at first since this meant the loss of Ranma as a potential addition to the tribe. But, the fact that Mousse had reached a level of skill high enough to allow himself to win over Shampoo (who had repeatedly shown herself to be the better of the two for years) must have gotten to the old woman's head. "Maybe he's worth something after all," were her own words. Even then, the three Chinese Amazons decided to stick around for a while; maybe they had gotten attached to the craziness of Nerima, or maybe Cologne was hatching another plan, either way, they stayed.
It did feel good, thought Ranma, to have one less fiancée to deal with. True be told, he had already decided who he wanted, but he still was utterly clueless as to how to deal with whatever backlash there would be if he revealed his choice. So, he kept his mouth shut. It was the safest course of action, especially for a guy who had a habit of sticking his foot into his mouth often.
Ranma lowered his leg; he had held it in mid-air for three minutes, a test of his patience and endurance. He wasn't even breathing hard. The only times Ranma managed to get a really decent workout were the few times Ryoga stopped by to challenge Ranma to a duel. "Speaking of Ryoga, he ain't been around for a week. He oughtta show up any day now," mused Ranma as he prepared to head inside for breakfast. His mother was making it, and Ranma realized that he only remembered a very scant amount of times he was able to enjoy her cooking. With his father still hanging around at the Tendo's, Ranma was now able to enjoy being with his mom in the fullest. As he walked inside, Nodoka Saotome was waiting patiently for her son.
"Good morning, Ranma."
Ranma sat down at the table, and returned her smile.
"Good morning, Mom. Mmm, smells great!"
The two commenced eating. Ranma couldn't help but exhibit some of father's traits while he ate; his mother's cooking was superb enough to rival Kasumi's. In fact, Ranma couldn't tell which woman made the tastier dish.
"Ranma, you really do seem like your father at times."
Ranma respected his mother incredibly, and so he made sure to swallow the rice in his mouth before answering. "Really? Howzat?"
"Well, your dedication to martial arts, for one. I was watching you practice out there while I cooked, and your expression, the way you held yourself, it mirrored Genma's from before you were born. Not to mention your eating habits are just like his, too."
She giggled slightly at that, and Ranma blushed at her words besides himself. It was not much longer before the two finished eating, and Ranma grabbed up his bookbag.
"I'm off to school now, Mom. Thanks for breakfast."
The older Saotome blinked and put a hand to her mouth as if remembering something.
"Ranma, I almost forgot, your school called earlier. Mr. Aoba, your science teacher, suddenly quit for some reason or other over the weekend. You'll be having a new science teacher starting today. They called us specifically because they don't want you making a bad impression on the new teacher. You'll make sure to remember that, okay? Especially since science class is the first one in the morning."
"Oh, no prob, Mom. Seeya!"
Ranma began jogging out and away from the house, en route to the corner where he met up with Akane and Nabiki. As he jumped up onto the roadside fence, he wondered about the new teacher; whether he'd be normal like Mr. Hoshino, a weirdo like the Principal, or (Ranma felt a little shiver run up his spine at the thought) someone like Miss Hinako.
Meanwhile, in Juuban, the Sailor Senshi were getting their first taste of two terrors. The first being the pink-haired Chibi-Usa, and the second being the Black Moon Family. They were oblivious to the existence of the survivors of the Dark Kingdom, and those survivors hoped to keep it that way.
"Good morning, students. I am your new science teacher, Mr. Kai Naito. You may call me Sensei or Mr. Kai."
"Good morning, Sensei."
The class monotonously chanted the greeting they were quite accustomed to, even if the name was different now. Ranma sized up this new guy as he leaned back in his desk, clasping his hands behind his head. Mr. Kai was quite a bit younger than Mr. Aoba, and had a head of greenish black hair that framed his youthful face. Ranma guessed the man to be only in his mid-twenties. Mr. Kai also had the oddest eye color Ranma had seen on a normal person. Red. The man's eyes were a ruby red, and it seemed out of place. Shrugging, Ranma figured that if the only odd thing about the guy was his eyes, he'd be normal in Nerima.
"Ah, Mr. Saotome, is it? Please pay attention, or I'll have to make you stand outside with the buckets."
Ranma quickly straightened up and focused on the lesson at hand. He really didn't feel like enduring that stupid punishment yet again. Concentrating, Ranma tried focusing on Mr. Kai's words. Surprisingly, he wasn't as incredibly bored as he thought.
"Now, open your books to page 125. Today we'll study the compound of dihydrogen oxide. Now, does anyone here know what dihydrogen oxide is?"
Ranma felt someone poke him in the right arm with a pencil. Glancing over, he saw his brown-haired friend Hiroshi grinning at him, and Ranma whispered, "What?"
Hiroshi whispered back, "Come on, Ranma, you oughtta know this one! You experience close encounters with it everyday."
"Huh?"
"Gah… Do the letters H2O mean anything to you?"
"Uh… Oh, I know that! It's salt, right?"
"Mr. Saotome!"
With an erk, Ranma looked back to the head of the classroom, and saw Mr. Kai's stern gaze fixed right on him.
"Do you have something to share with the class, Mr. Saotome?"
"Er, no, Sensei."
"…Very well. Can you answer the question, then?"
"Uh, lemme think…"
Ranma wracked his brain, wishing he'd taken care to actually read the textbook. "Uh, dihydrogen oxide is… is… uh…" Ranma trailed off, feeling somewhat ridiculous as everyone was staring at him with differing expressions. Hiroshi and Daisuke stared in disbelief. Ukyo's expression was something like sympathy. Akane… Akane was looking at him with an expression that said "You're not THAT stupid, are you?"
Mr. Kai sighed as he held a hand to his temple.
"It's water, Mr. Saotome. Please pay more attention. If I catch you daydreaming or gossiping once more, you WILL be standing out in the hall."
Luckily, the rest of the day went much more smoothly. By lunch time, Ranma was starving. He, Akane, and Ukyo all went out to the usual tree in the yard to eat. As usual, Ukyo had made Ranma her special okonomiyaki.
"Here you go, Ranchan."
She presented it with a cute smile, and Ranma felt compelled to eat it. Akane sat silently as she ate from her own bento box that Kasumi had prepared for her. Once Ranma finished gobbling down the okonomiyaki, he proceeded to open up the bento his mother had made for him. Ukyo and Akane marveled at the food held within.
"Wow. That looks just as good as Kasumi's lunches."
"You've got one heck of a mother, Ranchan."
Ranma smiled at that as he began to dig in. Of course, the somewhat serene moment was broken by a familiar cry of "Saotome! Prepare to fight!"
Almost as if on an afterthought, Ranma hopped up to avoid the stab of a bokken, and he landed softly on the tip, balancing himself as he continued eating. He looked up curiously at Kuno, who seemed to ignore the fact that his attack didn't exactly have the desired effect.
"What's up, Kuno? Want to lose again?"
Kuno closed his eyes briefly, and opened them to looked seriously at Ranma. "What sorcery have you performed this time, Saotome?"
"Sorcery? What're ya blabbing about now, Kuno?"
"Not two days yonder did I notice that a mansion had suddenly appeared overlooking the wondrous estate of family Kuno. I had not observed such a structure being built prior, and I can only conclude that it was an act of sorcery committed most foul by you, Saotome!"
"What!? Why would I even want to build a mansion near YOUR place, Kuno?"
"Obviously you conjured the building to lower the greatness of my estate by placing it above mine as if to signify that you have liege over mine self. Nay, 'tis not to be so, for I… erk."
Kuno's speech was cut off by Ranma planting a foot in his face and backflipping off the bokken and onto the ground, juggling the now empty bento on one finger.
"You girls understand him?"
Ukyo and Akane shook their heads as Kuno collapsed to the ground. Whistling, Ranma turned and left.
"Odd though… Kuno's not the kinda guy to make up a story about that just to attack me. I wonder who built the mansion?"
End Chapter One