Ranma 1/2:The King Of Storms
"...." speech
'....' thoughts
On the first day it was taken down... On the second it was brought back... On the third it was rewritten.... And on the fourth... A NEW CHAPTER!! Ahem.
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(-The next day-)
Ranma sat on the train, in a compartment by himself. The flute he had bought was visibly changing in his hand, and had been since he first played it. Markings were appearing, of a dragon of gold, with sapphire eyes, diamond teeth, and ruby claws. He didn't really mind though, he had seen wierder. The previous day, he had asked his father to play the flute, to see if what the lady said was true, only people in the creators bloodline can play the flute. It took some convincing (Ranma beating the crap out of his father) but once he gave him a couple bruises... CONVINCED him his father gave in and attempted to play the flute. Attempted being the keyword here. What came out was a sound so awful, Ranma had to plug his ears and hum to get rid of the sound.
'How come I can play it then?' Ranma thought.
Another thing that was bothering him was the bracers he wore. No one had really noticed them at school, he always wore bracers, and didn't really bother him, until he got in to take a bath. In an attempt to remove his clothing, he found the bracers had lost the seam. No way for him to take them off. He struggled with them for 10 minutes, but found no possible way for them to be removed. They stuck to him like a second skin, and were hardly noticeable if he wasn't actually looking at them, but he was looking at them pretty oftenly and it still disturbed him that he couldn't get them off.
'Why can't I take them off?' Ranma once again questioned himself when a voice crackled over an intercom saying that they were going to arrive in a few minutes.
'Wow... a half-hour early. I should thank the conductor for being so fast...'
And so, Ranma gently slid the flute into his pack and hefted it over his shoulder. He opened the compartment door, and headed to the cockpit. When he arrived, he slowly entered the cockpit and turned to thank the conductor, who had a terrified look on his face. Ranma followed the gaze out the front of the train when he saw it. The station lay in ruins. Bodies littered the ground, and blood had been smeared across the ground and the walls. On the tracks, about 500 yards ahead, sat a young girl, wearing an odd skirt. She seemed hurt and wasn't moving, while the train sped straight for her. The pilot seemed frozen in shock, not budging as the train closed in on the girl. Ranma lept into action, literally. He lept through the roof of the cabin, tearing the metal like paper, and flew through the air straight for where the train was headed, the girl. He landed lightly a few feet in front of her, and could clearly see her wounds now, mostly cuts, scrapes, and bruises. He tossed his bag up onto the floor of the terminal, and turned to face the train.
Ki pumped through his veins, and a small blue orb materialized in his hand and was growing at a rapid rate. The train charged on, preparing to flatten to two teens. Once Ranma was sure he pumped enough power in, he spread his legs and set his wrists together, He took steady aim at the train that was less than 100 yards away.
"MOUKO TAKAHABASHI!"
The blue ball of self-esteem enhanced ki took flight and hit the train square in the center. The train groaned and creaked at the sudden obstacle, as sparks flew from the metal wheels. It began to wobble from the pressure that was moving in the opposite direction. It began to jitter and shake, threatening to jump the tracks and turn over. More sparks flew as the train grew closer and slower. The ki ball finally dissipated, and the train screeched to a halt, mere inches away from Ranma. Ranma sighed in relief and turned back to the girl. He gently approached her and scooped her up into his arms, and lept up onto the station's floor.
The senshi watched in amazement as a boy, no more than a year or two older than them, had just stopped a speeding train from plowing their princess over. He approached them, and gingerly handed her to them. His expression turned to hatred as soon as he handed her over.
"Who did this?" He asked in a voice absent of all humor.
"I did." The voice of the youma the senshi were fighting answered. It sat opposite the train tracks of the senshi. It looked nearly human, if it for the needle like teeth and three tentacles that replaced each arm.
Ranma turned toward the youma, and created one of the most powerful battle aura's he had ever summoned that was fueled by the anger at the demon who had just slaughtered so many innocent people.
Makoto and Minako had little hearts in their eyes, but they disappeared when his battle aura came out. They were now scared, and curious at the same time. "Hey Ami, what's that thingy he's doing?"
Ami was furiously typing on her computer looking at the results. She shook her head, "I don't know what he's doing. It's energy all right, but it's not negative energy. It just seems... neutral. But..."
Rei cut off Ami in a whisper. "I know what it is."
"What?" The groups attention turned to Rei.
"His battle aura, a ki generated field of anger and rage. But only masters and grandmasters of the art that are very old can use ki. And to a small extent. This guy looks about our age and that aura is way too powerful for anything human. It's much, much larger than anything I have seen."
"God! It's hotter than your attacks Rei!" Ami exclaimed while getting more readouts from the computer. This was confirmed when a piece of steel from the railroad melted to slag when the aura touched it. Suddenly, Ami's computer began beeping again, drawing her attention. "What in the world!" Ami exclaimed once more while looking at the readouts.
"What?" Rei asked with interest.
"His temperature dropped. No wait, is dropping, and fast. It's approaching, just past the temperature of my attacks."
Once more, Ami's readouts were proven byt the steam he exhaled, and the small ice particles forming on his skin.
'Soul of ice...' Ranma thought as he slowly raised his hand to the youma and waved to himself. "Come on." The youma gladly complied at the offer of fresh meat and charged at Ranma, who easily dodged the attacks, which were quite slow compared to some of the people he fought, and led the youma into the spiral.
"What's he doing? Fight back! Don't just dodge!" Rei yelled from the sidelines.
"Wait Rei, look at him." Ami said while studying the stranger.
"Yea I see, the youma's leading him into a trap!"
"I dunno. It looks intentional..." Ami replied.
'Just a few more steps... now!' Ranma thought as he reached the center of the spiral. The youma came at him, thinking he finally had him, but Ranma let loose a mighty uppercut. "HIRYU SHOTEN HA!" The force of the punch started a swirling clash between the hot and cold temperatures and a mighty tornado was summoned, trails of ice flying into the winds and ripping the youma's flesh apart as it screamed.
The senshi all turned a different shade of green when the youma's head flew out of the tornado and fell with a sickening splat at their feet. Several moments later the tornado died down with no ki to support it and revealed the boy standing in the center of where the tornado once stood. He was unscathed, but his clothes were worse for wear as the tornado had ripped them apart, revealing his muscle defined chest and stomach.
Ranma walked cooly over to the girls in the odd skirts and simply stated, "I won't let those kind of acts go unpunished. And, who might you girls be?"
Usagi chose this moment to wake up. "We are the Sailor Senshi, the defenders of truth and love!"
"Nice to meetcha. I had heard things, but never thought you actually existed. Uh-oh, sounds like the cops are here, we'll see eachother later I'm sure!" Ranma said as the sounds of sirens met their ears. He lifted his pack over his shoulders and lept through the newly renovated hole in the roof his tornado had made. 'Odd, it felt easier to control this time... must be gettin better at it.' Ranma thought as he roof hopped to his mother's house. He arrived several minutes later to the newly rebuilt house and entered. "Hey mom! I'm home!"
The rapid thumps of footsteps could be heard from the stairway. "Ranma? Why are you late? The train was supposed to arrive 20 minu..t..es... What happened??" Nodoka changed the question once she saw the state of Ranma's clothing.
Ranma rubbed the back of his head and smiled, "Well, I saved one of the sailor senshi and beat up this demon they were fighting, I just left the station about five minutes ago."
Nodoka smiled, 'My son is so manly! Four fiancees and now the Sailor Senshi? He is truly a man amongst men!' "Alright dear, your room is the second door on the left, why don't you take a bath and get cleaned up."
"Thanks mom!"
Nodoka smiled as her son bolted up the stairs.
Usagi arrived at her home a little distraught. The could've taken that youma, it wouldn't be too hard. But that boy who had rescued her took it out without breaking a sweat! And he looked SO familiar. But not from her past life from the silver millenium, but instead from the present... Would she see him again? She certainly hoped so. She also hoped Mamoru didn't find out about him. She flopped down on her bed and fell asleep before her head hit the pillow.
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Gundraw's (author) notes: Well, I think it turned out ok. Only ok. As you can tell Ranma is getting powers... slowly. He encountered the senshi... briefly. Next chapter is going to be about the first school day with Ranma at Juuban High. Will they chaos follow? Will Mikato and Minako go Ranma-crazy? Find out whenever I write the next chapter of Ranma: King of Storms!
PS: I would just like to inform you all of another author (kokatsu na tenshi) who is already using my Ranma idea for their story (Soul's Destiny, Blood's Inheritance). Do I care? no. I'm flattered really. I didn't think many would like it, but if someone is using the idea, I was wrong. It's very well written and I enjoyed reading it. If you liked this, you may want to check SDBI out. Anyway, see ya all laterz. Ja Ne!
-Gundraw
"...." speech
'....' thoughts
On the first day it was taken down... On the second it was brought back... On the third it was rewritten.... And on the fourth... A NEW CHAPTER!! Ahem.
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(-The next day-)
Ranma sat on the train, in a compartment by himself. The flute he had bought was visibly changing in his hand, and had been since he first played it. Markings were appearing, of a dragon of gold, with sapphire eyes, diamond teeth, and ruby claws. He didn't really mind though, he had seen wierder. The previous day, he had asked his father to play the flute, to see if what the lady said was true, only people in the creators bloodline can play the flute. It took some convincing (Ranma beating the crap out of his father) but once he gave him a couple bruises... CONVINCED him his father gave in and attempted to play the flute. Attempted being the keyword here. What came out was a sound so awful, Ranma had to plug his ears and hum to get rid of the sound.
'How come I can play it then?' Ranma thought.
Another thing that was bothering him was the bracers he wore. No one had really noticed them at school, he always wore bracers, and didn't really bother him, until he got in to take a bath. In an attempt to remove his clothing, he found the bracers had lost the seam. No way for him to take them off. He struggled with them for 10 minutes, but found no possible way for them to be removed. They stuck to him like a second skin, and were hardly noticeable if he wasn't actually looking at them, but he was looking at them pretty oftenly and it still disturbed him that he couldn't get them off.
'Why can't I take them off?' Ranma once again questioned himself when a voice crackled over an intercom saying that they were going to arrive in a few minutes.
'Wow... a half-hour early. I should thank the conductor for being so fast...'
And so, Ranma gently slid the flute into his pack and hefted it over his shoulder. He opened the compartment door, and headed to the cockpit. When he arrived, he slowly entered the cockpit and turned to thank the conductor, who had a terrified look on his face. Ranma followed the gaze out the front of the train when he saw it. The station lay in ruins. Bodies littered the ground, and blood had been smeared across the ground and the walls. On the tracks, about 500 yards ahead, sat a young girl, wearing an odd skirt. She seemed hurt and wasn't moving, while the train sped straight for her. The pilot seemed frozen in shock, not budging as the train closed in on the girl. Ranma lept into action, literally. He lept through the roof of the cabin, tearing the metal like paper, and flew through the air straight for where the train was headed, the girl. He landed lightly a few feet in front of her, and could clearly see her wounds now, mostly cuts, scrapes, and bruises. He tossed his bag up onto the floor of the terminal, and turned to face the train.
Ki pumped through his veins, and a small blue orb materialized in his hand and was growing at a rapid rate. The train charged on, preparing to flatten to two teens. Once Ranma was sure he pumped enough power in, he spread his legs and set his wrists together, He took steady aim at the train that was less than 100 yards away.
"MOUKO TAKAHABASHI!"
The blue ball of self-esteem enhanced ki took flight and hit the train square in the center. The train groaned and creaked at the sudden obstacle, as sparks flew from the metal wheels. It began to wobble from the pressure that was moving in the opposite direction. It began to jitter and shake, threatening to jump the tracks and turn over. More sparks flew as the train grew closer and slower. The ki ball finally dissipated, and the train screeched to a halt, mere inches away from Ranma. Ranma sighed in relief and turned back to the girl. He gently approached her and scooped her up into his arms, and lept up onto the station's floor.
The senshi watched in amazement as a boy, no more than a year or two older than them, had just stopped a speeding train from plowing their princess over. He approached them, and gingerly handed her to them. His expression turned to hatred as soon as he handed her over.
"Who did this?" He asked in a voice absent of all humor.
"I did." The voice of the youma the senshi were fighting answered. It sat opposite the train tracks of the senshi. It looked nearly human, if it for the needle like teeth and three tentacles that replaced each arm.
Ranma turned toward the youma, and created one of the most powerful battle aura's he had ever summoned that was fueled by the anger at the demon who had just slaughtered so many innocent people.
Makoto and Minako had little hearts in their eyes, but they disappeared when his battle aura came out. They were now scared, and curious at the same time. "Hey Ami, what's that thingy he's doing?"
Ami was furiously typing on her computer looking at the results. She shook her head, "I don't know what he's doing. It's energy all right, but it's not negative energy. It just seems... neutral. But..."
Rei cut off Ami in a whisper. "I know what it is."
"What?" The groups attention turned to Rei.
"His battle aura, a ki generated field of anger and rage. But only masters and grandmasters of the art that are very old can use ki. And to a small extent. This guy looks about our age and that aura is way too powerful for anything human. It's much, much larger than anything I have seen."
"God! It's hotter than your attacks Rei!" Ami exclaimed while getting more readouts from the computer. This was confirmed when a piece of steel from the railroad melted to slag when the aura touched it. Suddenly, Ami's computer began beeping again, drawing her attention. "What in the world!" Ami exclaimed once more while looking at the readouts.
"What?" Rei asked with interest.
"His temperature dropped. No wait, is dropping, and fast. It's approaching, just past the temperature of my attacks."
Once more, Ami's readouts were proven byt the steam he exhaled, and the small ice particles forming on his skin.
'Soul of ice...' Ranma thought as he slowly raised his hand to the youma and waved to himself. "Come on." The youma gladly complied at the offer of fresh meat and charged at Ranma, who easily dodged the attacks, which were quite slow compared to some of the people he fought, and led the youma into the spiral.
"What's he doing? Fight back! Don't just dodge!" Rei yelled from the sidelines.
"Wait Rei, look at him." Ami said while studying the stranger.
"Yea I see, the youma's leading him into a trap!"
"I dunno. It looks intentional..." Ami replied.
'Just a few more steps... now!' Ranma thought as he reached the center of the spiral. The youma came at him, thinking he finally had him, but Ranma let loose a mighty uppercut. "HIRYU SHOTEN HA!" The force of the punch started a swirling clash between the hot and cold temperatures and a mighty tornado was summoned, trails of ice flying into the winds and ripping the youma's flesh apart as it screamed.
The senshi all turned a different shade of green when the youma's head flew out of the tornado and fell with a sickening splat at their feet. Several moments later the tornado died down with no ki to support it and revealed the boy standing in the center of where the tornado once stood. He was unscathed, but his clothes were worse for wear as the tornado had ripped them apart, revealing his muscle defined chest and stomach.
Ranma walked cooly over to the girls in the odd skirts and simply stated, "I won't let those kind of acts go unpunished. And, who might you girls be?"
Usagi chose this moment to wake up. "We are the Sailor Senshi, the defenders of truth and love!"
"Nice to meetcha. I had heard things, but never thought you actually existed. Uh-oh, sounds like the cops are here, we'll see eachother later I'm sure!" Ranma said as the sounds of sirens met their ears. He lifted his pack over his shoulders and lept through the newly renovated hole in the roof his tornado had made. 'Odd, it felt easier to control this time... must be gettin better at it.' Ranma thought as he roof hopped to his mother's house. He arrived several minutes later to the newly rebuilt house and entered. "Hey mom! I'm home!"
The rapid thumps of footsteps could be heard from the stairway. "Ranma? Why are you late? The train was supposed to arrive 20 minu..t..es... What happened??" Nodoka changed the question once she saw the state of Ranma's clothing.
Ranma rubbed the back of his head and smiled, "Well, I saved one of the sailor senshi and beat up this demon they were fighting, I just left the station about five minutes ago."
Nodoka smiled, 'My son is so manly! Four fiancees and now the Sailor Senshi? He is truly a man amongst men!' "Alright dear, your room is the second door on the left, why don't you take a bath and get cleaned up."
"Thanks mom!"
Nodoka smiled as her son bolted up the stairs.
Usagi arrived at her home a little distraught. The could've taken that youma, it wouldn't be too hard. But that boy who had rescued her took it out without breaking a sweat! And he looked SO familiar. But not from her past life from the silver millenium, but instead from the present... Would she see him again? She certainly hoped so. She also hoped Mamoru didn't find out about him. She flopped down on her bed and fell asleep before her head hit the pillow.
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Gundraw's (author) notes: Well, I think it turned out ok. Only ok. As you can tell Ranma is getting powers... slowly. He encountered the senshi... briefly. Next chapter is going to be about the first school day with Ranma at Juuban High. Will they chaos follow? Will Mikato and Minako go Ranma-crazy? Find out whenever I write the next chapter of Ranma: King of Storms!
PS: I would just like to inform you all of another author (kokatsu na tenshi) who is already using my Ranma idea for their story (Soul's Destiny, Blood's Inheritance). Do I care? no. I'm flattered really. I didn't think many would like it, but if someone is using the idea, I was wrong. It's very well written and I enjoyed reading it. If you liked this, you may want to check SDBI out. Anyway, see ya all laterz. Ja Ne!
-Gundraw