Survival Instincts
A Ranma 1/2 & Sailor Moon Crossover
By Seraphilim
Author's Notes: Well, this chapter is where the plot thickens. I think it's no surprise as to who Mr. Kai really is, eh? One of the Nerima bunch (Seriously, do I even need to say who?) is going to remember… stuff.
And no, it doesn't involve wearing a super-short skirt.
(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.)
Chapter Three – Secrets Most Fowl
'This is it,' thought Ranma. A day had passed, and he was now standing out in the field where his duels normally took place. Akane, Ukyo, and also Shampoo were all amongst the onlookers. As he waited for Mousse to show up, his mind wandered back to that weird aura he felt around Mr. Kai's home. And speaking of Mr. Kai, he seemed to have been keeping one eye on Ranma all day in school today. Even now, Mr. Kai had deigned to watch the bout between Ranma and Mousse, and he was accompanied by the same lady from yesterday.
"There's definitely something up with that guy. But I dunno what it is."
"Well, looks like you don't disappoint, Saotome!"
With the yell came a figure clothed in white robes: Mousse. The Chinese fighter landed from his leap over the schoolyard wall not five meters away from Ranma, and his robes fluttered in the strong wind. The pigtailed martial artist grinned cockily as he crossed his arms.
"Nice to have someone show up on time for a duel. Can't ever rely on Ryoga for that."
"Well, I thought it wouldn't be nice to keep you waiting for your doom, Ranma."
As they exchanged the usual threats and taunts, two of the observers stood somewhat aloof from the rest of the crowd and had their own exchange. Mr. Kai spoke first.
"You feel it, Gira?"
His companion nodded slowly, a look of concentration on her face.
"Yes, I can feel it. The magic surrounding those two. But I thought you said that Ranma, at least, had no skill with magic."
"I did, yes. Look closer. The magic isn't being created by them consciously. It's more like someone or something has affected them with magic. It's no shield or power boost, though. It's something else that I haven't seen before."
Gira tucked a lock of white hair behind her ear as she devoted more attention to the two boys in the field's center. "They're starting."
---
"Come at me, Ranma Saotome, if you have no fear."
The taunt was supposed to make Ranma attack first, but it wasn't successful. A key point of Ranma's fighting style was that he preferred to react to attacks instead of initiating them. And something told him that making the first move was NOT a good choice here. Mousse smirked.
"Very well. I'll make the first move then. Hyah!"
Flinging his right arm at Ranma, Mousse threw a wave of chained weapons at Ranma. The pigtailed boy dodged the attack like Mousse expected; he jumped up into the air and came sailing down at Mousse with a flying kick.
"Try again, duck boy!"
"I believe I will!"
Mousse took no hesitation in unleashing his new attack. He crouched down and raised his arms, with a cry of "Concealed Hawk Wings!" Mousse was airborne. Ranma suddenly realized that he couldn't see the Chinese fighter anymore. Tucking his leg in, Ranma prepared to counter whatever Mousse's new trick was. What he wasn't expecting was to be hit from behind. All of a sudden Ranma felt himself being struck from the left, from the front, from the right, and once more from behind. He was knocked to the ground by the last strike, and he quickly struggled to his feet. Mousse landed before him, smirking like a cat that had just caught itself a mouse.
"Why, Ranma, I didn't know you were so slow. Why don't you just allow me to beat the crap out of you now and save yourself the trouble?"
'This is really weird!' thought Ranma wildly. 'Mousse is NOT that fast, hell, nobody's faster than me in mid-air combat except maybe Granny and Happosai! Well the hell kinda trick is he using!?' He paused in his thoughts. 'But… for some reason, I think I know this technique…'
"Shove it Mousse! I ain't done yet!"
With that, Ranma charged forward. Mousse flung a storm of knives at Ranma, and he took to the air again. As Mousse crouched once more, it struck Ranma. 'Damn! He WANTS me in the air! I gotta try and dodge this thing!' Again, Mousse disappeared once he took to the air. Almost as if on a signal, Ranma twisted to his right, and a white blur shot by him from behind. Now, Ranma concentrated on the blur, and saw it quickly turn to the left and come back at him. Ranma barely dodged this one, and he was nicked by the last three strikes. The two combatants landed; Ranma was already breathing audibly, yet Mousse seemed ready to fight on all day.
"How… how can you move that fast?"
With a wide grin, Mousse shook a finger at Ranma. "Ah ah ah. That's a secret. And it'll help me send you to your grave!"
---
"Ranma's getting beat up…"
Akane silently nodded at one of her friend's comments. 'But, that's really strange. Ranma was so powerful at Jusendo, at least from what everyone else told me. How can he be losing to Mousse of all people?'
With a whoosh, a familiar person balancing on a cane popped up next to Akane. It was the ancient woman, Cologne.
"I see. I had my suspicions, but this is proof. Mousse has learned an extremely rare technique I haven't seen for generations."
Akane looked over at Cologne with confusion.
"Extremely rare? What do you mean?"
Cologne's eyes narrowed as she watched the fight.
"Even I do not know the history of this technique. All I know is that it is different from what it once was millennia ago. My own great-grandmother told me what she knew of it. Concealed Hawk Wings is not the proper name of this technique. It is…"
---
"Shooting Star Fall."
Gira looked over at Kai, who bore a expression that was foreign to her. "Is something wrong, Mas…"
"I asked you not to refer to me as such anymore."
"Ah… sorry. What is wrong, Kai?"
Kai held a hand to his head, and closed his eyes. "This attack… I've seen it before. A long time ago…"
His memories dug up an event from a time long gone, from a kingdom long since destroyed.
---
"Come at me, Ky!"
Ky, as the young man was referred to, charged forth at the shadow before him. He leapt forth, and rose his sword to attack.
"Haaaa!"
"Shooting Star Fall!"
The shadow surged up at the one named Ky, and the vision blanked out into whiteness.
---
Kai shook his head. 'Impossible. He cannot be alive. Only I survived that encounter… somehow.'
"Something's happening."
Gira's voice brought Kai's attention back to the fight.
---
For a third time, Mousse struck down Ranma with the Concealed Hawk Wings attack. But, this time, Ranma was ready to counter the technique. He twisted around as Mousse came in for the final strike, and he held his hands out before him.
"Kachuu Tenshin Amaguriken Revised! Kachuu Tenshin Amaguri… HA!"
Ranma initiated his high-speed punch attack, but instead of using his fists, he held his palms out. By "pushing" with his hands several hundred times in one second, Ranma was able to generate a burst of air that blew Mousse off course.
The two landed, and Ranma clenched his right hand into a fist.
"I've got it. You're using the air currents! By focusing your ki, you're able to ride the air like a hawk! That's why you're so fast!"
"Damn, he figured it out faster than I thought…" Mousse muttered to himself. "No matter. He's already weakened. I can still finish him off!"
With a battle cry, Mousse charged forward, holding his arms out and extending massive blades from his sleeves. Ranma quickly backed up. "Ah geez, not THIS attack!"
That's when Ranma realized he had quite a few counters to this, unlike before. 'Silly me…' he thought as he held his palms out.
"Mouko Takabisha!"
The ball of energy slammed into the rampaging Mousse, throwing the sometimes-fowl boy to the ground, his blades clattering next to him.
"Heh. Easier than I thought. My win, ducky."
Ranma turned away and began to leave, as did many of the spectators. Yet, Mousse was not yet ready to give up. He grabbed up his two blades and attached them to each other to form one giant curved blade, and he threw it at Ranma with all of his might.
"Die, Saotome!"
Not being one to let his guard down entirely right after a fight, Ranma quickly ducked under the sailing blade. But, the blade acted not unlike a boomerang, and, after passing over the heads of many of the retreating students, it arced to the left, aiming to come back at Ranma. Unfortunately, someone was still standing between the spinning blade and Ranma himself.
It was Mr. Kai. And he was facing away from the deadly blade, not noticing the threat bearing down on him.
"Get down!"
End Chapter Three
A Ranma 1/2 & Sailor Moon Crossover
By Seraphilim
Author's Notes: Well, this chapter is where the plot thickens. I think it's no surprise as to who Mr. Kai really is, eh? One of the Nerima bunch (Seriously, do I even need to say who?) is going to remember… stuff.
And no, it doesn't involve wearing a super-short skirt.
(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.)
Chapter Three – Secrets Most Fowl
'This is it,' thought Ranma. A day had passed, and he was now standing out in the field where his duels normally took place. Akane, Ukyo, and also Shampoo were all amongst the onlookers. As he waited for Mousse to show up, his mind wandered back to that weird aura he felt around Mr. Kai's home. And speaking of Mr. Kai, he seemed to have been keeping one eye on Ranma all day in school today. Even now, Mr. Kai had deigned to watch the bout between Ranma and Mousse, and he was accompanied by the same lady from yesterday.
"There's definitely something up with that guy. But I dunno what it is."
"Well, looks like you don't disappoint, Saotome!"
With the yell came a figure clothed in white robes: Mousse. The Chinese fighter landed from his leap over the schoolyard wall not five meters away from Ranma, and his robes fluttered in the strong wind. The pigtailed martial artist grinned cockily as he crossed his arms.
"Nice to have someone show up on time for a duel. Can't ever rely on Ryoga for that."
"Well, I thought it wouldn't be nice to keep you waiting for your doom, Ranma."
As they exchanged the usual threats and taunts, two of the observers stood somewhat aloof from the rest of the crowd and had their own exchange. Mr. Kai spoke first.
"You feel it, Gira?"
His companion nodded slowly, a look of concentration on her face.
"Yes, I can feel it. The magic surrounding those two. But I thought you said that Ranma, at least, had no skill with magic."
"I did, yes. Look closer. The magic isn't being created by them consciously. It's more like someone or something has affected them with magic. It's no shield or power boost, though. It's something else that I haven't seen before."
Gira tucked a lock of white hair behind her ear as she devoted more attention to the two boys in the field's center. "They're starting."
---
"Come at me, Ranma Saotome, if you have no fear."
The taunt was supposed to make Ranma attack first, but it wasn't successful. A key point of Ranma's fighting style was that he preferred to react to attacks instead of initiating them. And something told him that making the first move was NOT a good choice here. Mousse smirked.
"Very well. I'll make the first move then. Hyah!"
Flinging his right arm at Ranma, Mousse threw a wave of chained weapons at Ranma. The pigtailed boy dodged the attack like Mousse expected; he jumped up into the air and came sailing down at Mousse with a flying kick.
"Try again, duck boy!"
"I believe I will!"
Mousse took no hesitation in unleashing his new attack. He crouched down and raised his arms, with a cry of "Concealed Hawk Wings!" Mousse was airborne. Ranma suddenly realized that he couldn't see the Chinese fighter anymore. Tucking his leg in, Ranma prepared to counter whatever Mousse's new trick was. What he wasn't expecting was to be hit from behind. All of a sudden Ranma felt himself being struck from the left, from the front, from the right, and once more from behind. He was knocked to the ground by the last strike, and he quickly struggled to his feet. Mousse landed before him, smirking like a cat that had just caught itself a mouse.
"Why, Ranma, I didn't know you were so slow. Why don't you just allow me to beat the crap out of you now and save yourself the trouble?"
'This is really weird!' thought Ranma wildly. 'Mousse is NOT that fast, hell, nobody's faster than me in mid-air combat except maybe Granny and Happosai! Well the hell kinda trick is he using!?' He paused in his thoughts. 'But… for some reason, I think I know this technique…'
"Shove it Mousse! I ain't done yet!"
With that, Ranma charged forward. Mousse flung a storm of knives at Ranma, and he took to the air again. As Mousse crouched once more, it struck Ranma. 'Damn! He WANTS me in the air! I gotta try and dodge this thing!' Again, Mousse disappeared once he took to the air. Almost as if on a signal, Ranma twisted to his right, and a white blur shot by him from behind. Now, Ranma concentrated on the blur, and saw it quickly turn to the left and come back at him. Ranma barely dodged this one, and he was nicked by the last three strikes. The two combatants landed; Ranma was already breathing audibly, yet Mousse seemed ready to fight on all day.
"How… how can you move that fast?"
With a wide grin, Mousse shook a finger at Ranma. "Ah ah ah. That's a secret. And it'll help me send you to your grave!"
---
"Ranma's getting beat up…"
Akane silently nodded at one of her friend's comments. 'But, that's really strange. Ranma was so powerful at Jusendo, at least from what everyone else told me. How can he be losing to Mousse of all people?'
With a whoosh, a familiar person balancing on a cane popped up next to Akane. It was the ancient woman, Cologne.
"I see. I had my suspicions, but this is proof. Mousse has learned an extremely rare technique I haven't seen for generations."
Akane looked over at Cologne with confusion.
"Extremely rare? What do you mean?"
Cologne's eyes narrowed as she watched the fight.
"Even I do not know the history of this technique. All I know is that it is different from what it once was millennia ago. My own great-grandmother told me what she knew of it. Concealed Hawk Wings is not the proper name of this technique. It is…"
---
"Shooting Star Fall."
Gira looked over at Kai, who bore a expression that was foreign to her. "Is something wrong, Mas…"
"I asked you not to refer to me as such anymore."
"Ah… sorry. What is wrong, Kai?"
Kai held a hand to his head, and closed his eyes. "This attack… I've seen it before. A long time ago…"
His memories dug up an event from a time long gone, from a kingdom long since destroyed.
---
"Come at me, Ky!"
Ky, as the young man was referred to, charged forth at the shadow before him. He leapt forth, and rose his sword to attack.
"Haaaa!"
"Shooting Star Fall!"
The shadow surged up at the one named Ky, and the vision blanked out into whiteness.
---
Kai shook his head. 'Impossible. He cannot be alive. Only I survived that encounter… somehow.'
"Something's happening."
Gira's voice brought Kai's attention back to the fight.
---
For a third time, Mousse struck down Ranma with the Concealed Hawk Wings attack. But, this time, Ranma was ready to counter the technique. He twisted around as Mousse came in for the final strike, and he held his hands out before him.
"Kachuu Tenshin Amaguriken Revised! Kachuu Tenshin Amaguri… HA!"
Ranma initiated his high-speed punch attack, but instead of using his fists, he held his palms out. By "pushing" with his hands several hundred times in one second, Ranma was able to generate a burst of air that blew Mousse off course.
The two landed, and Ranma clenched his right hand into a fist.
"I've got it. You're using the air currents! By focusing your ki, you're able to ride the air like a hawk! That's why you're so fast!"
"Damn, he figured it out faster than I thought…" Mousse muttered to himself. "No matter. He's already weakened. I can still finish him off!"
With a battle cry, Mousse charged forward, holding his arms out and extending massive blades from his sleeves. Ranma quickly backed up. "Ah geez, not THIS attack!"
That's when Ranma realized he had quite a few counters to this, unlike before. 'Silly me…' he thought as he held his palms out.
"Mouko Takabisha!"
The ball of energy slammed into the rampaging Mousse, throwing the sometimes-fowl boy to the ground, his blades clattering next to him.
"Heh. Easier than I thought. My win, ducky."
Ranma turned away and began to leave, as did many of the spectators. Yet, Mousse was not yet ready to give up. He grabbed up his two blades and attached them to each other to form one giant curved blade, and he threw it at Ranma with all of his might.
"Die, Saotome!"
Not being one to let his guard down entirely right after a fight, Ranma quickly ducked under the sailing blade. But, the blade acted not unlike a boomerang, and, after passing over the heads of many of the retreating students, it arced to the left, aiming to come back at Ranma. Unfortunately, someone was still standing between the spinning blade and Ranma himself.
It was Mr. Kai. And he was facing away from the deadly blade, not noticing the threat bearing down on him.
"Get down!"
End Chapter Three