Title: Half Knight (1/?)
Author: Cyclone
Feedback: Please be gentle.
Distribution: Gimme credit and a link. Plus, archived at http://fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=62966 or http://fanfiction.net/~cyclone
Rating: I'm gonna go say PG-13.
Spoilers: For Ranma, anything goes, pun intended. For Buffy, starts at Halloween and continues on after.
Disclaimer: The characters depicted herein belong to the almighty Joss. I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: Xander wears an anime-inspired costume on that fateful Halloween.
Author's Note: Let's see if I can continue this one, hmm? Oh, by the way, it may get confusing, as I will use female pronouns when talking about female Xander.
* * *
"GILES!!!"
The Watcher started and turned, wide-eyed as the library doors burst open and a rather short, furious-looking redhead stormed in.
"Giles, you have to fix this," she snarled. "And I mean NOW!"
"I... beg your pardon, but... who are you?"
"It's me, G-man! Xander!"
"Oh, dear lord..."
* * *
"...so, you dressed as this character, Ranma, who metamorphosizes into a... buxom young redhead when struck with cold water?" Giles asked, polishing his glasses. "The spell transformed you, you got wet, and you didn't revert when the spell ended?"
The shorter redhead nodded. Buffy and Willow had arrived shortly after Xander launched into his explanation of the night's events. Willow kept shooting curious looks at Xander and hopeful looks at Giles.
She wanted her Xander back.
Buffy, on the other hand, was pretty much in shock. Okay, she'd had that "moment" with Angel, but he'd pulled his disappearing act _again_ soon after. And Xander was a girl. Shorter than her and with a bigger chest.
Some things were just not fair.
"You say that this character's curse is reversed with hot water, yes? Well, have you tried that yet?"
Xander blinked.
Buffy blinked.
Willow blinked.
"Well," Giles slid his glasses back on, "I suggest you try that."
* * *
Xander felt around, and Willow goggled at her best friend's apparent lack of modesty as he groped his own groin.
"It worked," Xander murmured, stunned. "It worked! Itworked!Itworked!Itworked!" he crowed, dancing around in joy.
Splash!
"NO!" Whirling around, she snapped, "Willow!"
The other redhead shrugged, "Just checking, Xander. It looks like you've got Ranma's curse now."
Xander sighed and looked down at her rather generous endowment. "Yeah. Looks like."
Suddenly, a thought began to percolate in Xander's mind as she considered her situation.
* * *
It was night time on the Hellmouth, and Xander Harris was alone, armed with nothing but a stake, a canteen of cold water, and a thermos full of hot water.
It wasn't normally the sort of situation he would have voluntarily put himself in, but he'd spent the last few hours, ahem, getting in touch with his feminine side. Now, he was experimenting with something else.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?"
Xander grinned and turned toward the voice. Just what he was waiting for.
*Better not push it,* he thought as he slid into an easy fighting stance, even though a part of him just _knew_ these amateurs weren't worth it. His senses, sharpened by artificial training, pinpointed three vampires advancing on him. Their ki auras were... strange was the only way he could describe it. Muted and warped.
The first vampire lunged at him, and Xander deflected the blow, drew his stake, and rammed it in the vampire's back. He spun and lashed out with a kick toward the next vampire and bumrushed the third, pummeling it.
"Kachuu Tenshin Amaguriken!"
Xander frowned as the blows came much slower than he expected, but he wasn't particularly surprised at that. He plunged the stake into the vampire's heart and turned to face the last vampire, which was staring at him, paralyzed with shock.
"Let's try this," he murmured. "Kijin Raishuu Dan!"
The vacuum blade slashed through the vampire's neck... and the tree behind it... and further on.
Xander blanched as the tree fell over, then hesitantly walked up. He ran a finger across the new slit in the wall of the crypt behind the tree. Walking around the crypt, he paled even more when he saw the matching slit on the other side. His gaze swept across the cemetary, past the "trimmed" headstones, and to the slit sliced into the hillside.
"Oookayyy," he murmured, stunned. "Note to self: Forbidden techniques are _way_ overkill on vamps."
He glanced down at himself and winced when he saw the ugly purple bruises that were forming on his arms and hands.
*Damn,* he thought as he studied his bruised and bleeding knuckles. *I guess I need more conditioning.*
He pulled out the canteen and dumped on his head, triggering the change.
*Now let's try it in girl form,* she thought sinisterly. She channelled her ki to her injuries, and she could already feel the bruises disappearing and reveled in the added power flowing through her limbs.
This body wasn't Xander Harris as a girl. It was _Ranma_ _Saotome_ as a girl.
And even as a girl, Ranma was frighteningly potent.
* * *
Author's Postscript:
Yes, I know, it was Kumon who knew the Kijin Raishuu Dan, not Ranma, but it's just too cool to leave out, and it _is_ a _Saotome_ Forbidden Technique, after all. So there. :-p
Author: Cyclone
Feedback: Please be gentle.
Distribution: Gimme credit and a link. Plus, archived at http://fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=62966 or http://fanfiction.net/~cyclone
Rating: I'm gonna go say PG-13.
Spoilers: For Ranma, anything goes, pun intended. For Buffy, starts at Halloween and continues on after.
Disclaimer: The characters depicted herein belong to the almighty Joss. I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: Xander wears an anime-inspired costume on that fateful Halloween.
Author's Note: Let's see if I can continue this one, hmm? Oh, by the way, it may get confusing, as I will use female pronouns when talking about female Xander.
* * *
"GILES!!!"
The Watcher started and turned, wide-eyed as the library doors burst open and a rather short, furious-looking redhead stormed in.
"Giles, you have to fix this," she snarled. "And I mean NOW!"
"I... beg your pardon, but... who are you?"
"It's me, G-man! Xander!"
"Oh, dear lord..."
* * *
"...so, you dressed as this character, Ranma, who metamorphosizes into a... buxom young redhead when struck with cold water?" Giles asked, polishing his glasses. "The spell transformed you, you got wet, and you didn't revert when the spell ended?"
The shorter redhead nodded. Buffy and Willow had arrived shortly after Xander launched into his explanation of the night's events. Willow kept shooting curious looks at Xander and hopeful looks at Giles.
She wanted her Xander back.
Buffy, on the other hand, was pretty much in shock. Okay, she'd had that "moment" with Angel, but he'd pulled his disappearing act _again_ soon after. And Xander was a girl. Shorter than her and with a bigger chest.
Some things were just not fair.
"You say that this character's curse is reversed with hot water, yes? Well, have you tried that yet?"
Xander blinked.
Buffy blinked.
Willow blinked.
"Well," Giles slid his glasses back on, "I suggest you try that."
* * *
Xander felt around, and Willow goggled at her best friend's apparent lack of modesty as he groped his own groin.
"It worked," Xander murmured, stunned. "It worked! Itworked!Itworked!Itworked!" he crowed, dancing around in joy.
Splash!
"NO!" Whirling around, she snapped, "Willow!"
The other redhead shrugged, "Just checking, Xander. It looks like you've got Ranma's curse now."
Xander sighed and looked down at her rather generous endowment. "Yeah. Looks like."
Suddenly, a thought began to percolate in Xander's mind as she considered her situation.
* * *
It was night time on the Hellmouth, and Xander Harris was alone, armed with nothing but a stake, a canteen of cold water, and a thermos full of hot water.
It wasn't normally the sort of situation he would have voluntarily put himself in, but he'd spent the last few hours, ahem, getting in touch with his feminine side. Now, he was experimenting with something else.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?"
Xander grinned and turned toward the voice. Just what he was waiting for.
*Better not push it,* he thought as he slid into an easy fighting stance, even though a part of him just _knew_ these amateurs weren't worth it. His senses, sharpened by artificial training, pinpointed three vampires advancing on him. Their ki auras were... strange was the only way he could describe it. Muted and warped.
The first vampire lunged at him, and Xander deflected the blow, drew his stake, and rammed it in the vampire's back. He spun and lashed out with a kick toward the next vampire and bumrushed the third, pummeling it.
"Kachuu Tenshin Amaguriken!"
Xander frowned as the blows came much slower than he expected, but he wasn't particularly surprised at that. He plunged the stake into the vampire's heart and turned to face the last vampire, which was staring at him, paralyzed with shock.
"Let's try this," he murmured. "Kijin Raishuu Dan!"
The vacuum blade slashed through the vampire's neck... and the tree behind it... and further on.
Xander blanched as the tree fell over, then hesitantly walked up. He ran a finger across the new slit in the wall of the crypt behind the tree. Walking around the crypt, he paled even more when he saw the matching slit on the other side. His gaze swept across the cemetary, past the "trimmed" headstones, and to the slit sliced into the hillside.
"Oookayyy," he murmured, stunned. "Note to self: Forbidden techniques are _way_ overkill on vamps."
He glanced down at himself and winced when he saw the ugly purple bruises that were forming on his arms and hands.
*Damn,* he thought as he studied his bruised and bleeding knuckles. *I guess I need more conditioning.*
He pulled out the canteen and dumped on his head, triggering the change.
*Now let's try it in girl form,* she thought sinisterly. She channelled her ki to her injuries, and she could already feel the bruises disappearing and reveled in the added power flowing through her limbs.
This body wasn't Xander Harris as a girl. It was _Ranma_ _Saotome_ as a girl.
And even as a girl, Ranma was frighteningly potent.
* * *
Author's Postscript:
Yes, I know, it was Kumon who knew the Kijin Raishuu Dan, not Ranma, but it's just too cool to leave out, and it _is_ a _Saotome_ Forbidden Technique, after all. So there. :-p