Disclaimer: Don't own Ranma ½ or Sailor Moon, and this is for my own entertainment. If one character vaguely resembles a pokemon, please don't shoot.

This is an alternate universe story with a Shampoo emphasis on interaction, initially. Ranma will show some dazzling responsibility to help a lonely lost person. I intended for it to be a one shot of 25 to 30k words, but I've gotten impatient, its about three quarters done. Depending on c&c I'll release a chapter a week. Thought I had a pre reader, but ran afoul of anti spam programming. Sorry.

Ifor ap Rhys (pronounced Ivor 'Price, a Welsh name) is my own invention. His situation is a fabrication based on my idea of a magical Stone Age North America combining with a Druid/Wiccan heritage very loosely tied into Greek mythology. The members of the Stone Clan are descendants of Kronos, hence the association with flint. The tie-ins to Sailor Moon and Ranma are a convenience. There are also elements taken from fanfics that I don't remember the author's names for which I apologize. Finally since this was meant to be a oneshot, things will move rather fast at some points.


Twelve Totems of the Stone Clan One Half:

Ifor's story

Ranma asked, "How you get here, this China? What marks on chest?"

Ifor looked down and noticed, for the first time that where the stone amulet had been, there were tattoos. A diamond shape in the center surrounded by about a dozen small animal-shaped marks was set from the bottom of his throat down to his nipple line. Two tiny human figures, one obviously male were on opposite sides of the circle of animals. He shook as he replied, "I found a stone amulet in a riverbed and put it on to keep from losing it. Then the river flooded and when I came up, I was here. The amulet disappeared and left these tattoos on me, I guess." Ranma had a look of concentration and then smiled when he felt that he understood. "I from Japan. Come with us. Maybe find way to talk family and go home." At that moment a fat man in a dirty gi approached, and what appeared to be a heated debate in japanese went on for a few minutes until Ranma shouted, "Oyaji!", and hit his father in the stomach with his foot. The older man jumped back up and whacked Ranma away from the springs. He then looked at Ifor and growled something in japanese and backhanded him in a slightly different direction. Ifor thought 'this is gonna hurt' as the diamond shaped tattoo glowed, unknown to him. He landed and stood up, wondering why he didn't have any scratches or broken bones. Looking back at Genma, his eyes bugged out, when he saw the tree that he had been flying toward was broken to splinters.

Ranma had been splashed by dew from the tree that he had hit and ran at his father with murder in her eyes. A sudden slight rain caught them all and it was now a young redheaded girl chasing a panda all over the valley. Ifor saw a young man in a yellow shirt, wearing a bandana, walking in the path of the duo barreling down on him. He shouted at the boy who turned from the path to look at her. The two antagonists whizzed by, behind him. He spun around to observe them and tripped over the edge of the low bluff, falling and ricocheting into a small spring under a ledge. Ifor winced, somewhat curious about the boy's fate.

The chase finally wound down and Ranma ran over to the younger teen, looking wide-eyed. "You not hurt?" Ifor shook her head. "Even Ranma would be scratched from tree. Am martiaru artist, you too?" "What's a martiaru artist?", queried Ifor. "Is fighter. Protect weak what no protect se..lf." "Well, I'm no fighter, and have only lost my fights to the bullies." Ifor said.

"If you are going to Japan, that's at least the right direction. May I please go with you?" Ifor then gave Ranma a desperate look, stemming from his situation. "You bet.", said Ranma, "If panda baka want trouburu, I give much!" Ranma began to give an astounding display of martial prowess, pounding the older, fat martial artist.

They all wound up in the guide's hut, after the older boy had convinced his father to allow Ifor to join them. They listened to his explanation of the history of the spring's and how there was no true cure, except to lock it by two methods, one of which could be very painful. Neither of the boys felt any enthusiasm for that. The guide told them that an Amazon village, nearby, might have some elders with advice to help them cope with their situation, so they determined to leave in the morning.


The next day, they approached the village and the guide spoke. "Sirs is very lucky, today is tournament day." Repeating what he'd just said in japanese. Then he spouted a string of japanese at Ranma and the panda, who were at a table chowing down. "Is very bad to eat first prize," he added in english for Ifor's benefit. Ifor started to run to the table where the champion, a well-endowed girl of Ranma's age was shouting at the group. Of them, only Ifor was in uncursed form because he had been light enough to swing across the stream on a large vine. Ranma splashed and Genma just barreled across.

Anyway, it appeared that Ranma was going to challenge the champion for the meal. The two combatants took their stances on the hanging log. At that moment Ifor noticed the panda going for the food again. He ran to Genma shouting in english to stop. Genma was pissed at the weakling that wanted to get between him and his food and backhanded the boy even harder than at the springs. This time he was flying at the fighter's on the log. Ranma's back was to him, and the lavender haired girl watched him fly toward them, wide-eyed. Ifor grabbed the first thing he could reach, which happened to be Ranma's pigtail. He swung around the redhead, spinning her off the log and landed feet first in the girl's face. This killed his inertia and transferred it to the girl, sending her flying as well. He landed belly down on the log, staring at the Amazon, staring back at him from the ground. She looked at the confused Ranma and got up with Ifor's help, after he had jumped down from the log. She was about half a head taller but looked into his eyes as if trying to make a decision. The girl looked at someone in the crowd of watchers and nodded as if in agreement and turned back to the boy. She took his chin in her hand and spoke "Wo ai ni". She then planted a kiss on the stunned boy's lips. When their lips parted Ifor heard "Wo di airen." The guide was speaking in rapid, broken japanese to Ranma, who suddenly grabbed Ifor and ran from the village with the panda close behind. He could see the girl and the villagers following.

That night was spent hiding out in a cave. Ranma was grinning from ear to ear as he had heated some water, changing himself to male and the panda to a man, a man with two arrows sticking out from his left buttock cheek. The japanese flew back and forth until Ranma suddenly reached out and jerked both arrows out with a twist of his hand. Genma bit his fist to keep from screaming and giving away their location while Ranma 'exposed' the injuries. He applied some medication and handed his father some bandages to wrap himself up.

Ranma turned to Ifor and was still grinning. "I tell you what happen in virrage. Guide tell me that if beat champion, I get kiss of death and be chase down and killed. You saved me. I thank you, but you get kiss of marriage. I think you not ready for Amazon wife and take away with us."

Ifor slowly took this in and, oh so slowly, fell back to a reclining position with his eyes rolled up in his head.


Over the next two months the trio walked across China, eastward. Ifor had discovered a talent for japanese and had even picked up a fair amount of mandarin from contact with people in the villages that they had passed through. The girl that had followed them had almost caught him several times. However, he had learned a bundle of tricks that had amazed his new friend, Ranma and had actually managed to frighten Genma the first time it had happened.

Flashback:

They were staying in an inn. Genma had apparently 'borrowed' some money from an offering plate at a temple that they had visited. Ifor was washing up and took a close look at the tattoos on his chest through the mirror. As he stared, the figures seemed to move. One caught his eye, because it resembled an elephant. As he watched it, it seemed to grow. The next thing he knew, he was looking down at the mirror from the hole he had made in the ceiling with his head. Ranma shouted, "Ifor, is you?" Genma just screamed angrily as the floor collapsed underneath Ifor. After all, even a juvenile mastodon weighed almost eight thousand pounds. He yelped, which came out as a trumpeting blast. They left town with Ranma hanging onto the coarse fur on his head and carrying the protesting panda with his trunk.

The three hid deep in the forest, until Ifor discovered that thinking about the tattoos brought them out in his mind with enough clarity to visualize and, by concentrating on the figure of the man, he became human once more.

End flashback.

Several times the girl had found them and had come running shouting her love for her 'airen'. His favorite tactic was to become an otter, once out of her sight, and climb onto Ranma's backpack. When she caught up with them Ranma would speak in pidgin mandarin, telling her that Ifor had run ahead of them. This worked a few times, until she became suspicious. Then, he had spent three days as a girl otter (The gender magic worked on any of his forms.), until she left them to back track in her search.

Along the way, Ranma had tried to teach Ifor the basics of his form of martial art, but he had to give up in disgust. Ifor was not gifted with a great deal of agility. Ranma explained in Japanese, "Ivor, ya don't seem ta have what it takes to be much of a martial artist. Ya have ki. Yer, awful hard ta hurt, but yer speed and coordination suck. Tha only thing that's getting better is yer strength from carryin that pack."

Ifor's response was, "Ya may be right, and ya can beat me in any form. Ifor…I can defend self to most everyone else. You just too fast." 'Man I hate the way I talk.' Ifor continued his strength training.

Ifor had also decided not to explore the other shape-shifting forms after the experience as a sabertooth tiger. He didn't want to find out if the pigtailed fighter had any other phobias, and it was downright disconcerting, when Ranma started purring and rubbing him when the younger boy changed back to human. A nap later, Ranma was normal and explained about the nekoken. Ifor began to watch his back around the pudgy martial artist father after that.

When they finally arrived in Hong Kong the three decided not to swim to Japan. Ifor could do it as an otter or fly as an eagle, but wanted to stay close to the only people he knew. Ranma and Ifor worked as waitresses for about a month to earn enough for the trip. Genma spent the time sulking and drinking alcohol when Ifor refused to use his otter form to steal treasures from a temple.