Author needs help.

I am starting on this as a back story to (which was intended as a one-shot) and I need some help with the Sailor Moon characters. I have a general idea of the characters but no details.

I now have a fairly good outline written down on what direction I want to take this story.

Once again all characters, situations and the Town Lake Bridge are not mine. However, I had to rent the grammar and spelling errors this time.

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Juuban - part 0


An empty street.

It was night. It was raining. She was alone.

Still she walked on.

She was wet, depressed, angry and she was alone. Truly alone for the first time in her life. Oh, she had been alone before - training trips and whatever - but always secure in the knowledge that somebody would be waiting for her at the end of the trip or adventure she got caught up in.

She walked on, water spashing with each step.

Dark thoughts of her father -no, her ex-father - filtered into her brain, the cold words that he had said still in her ears, the disappointment that was etched upon his face and the anger in his eyes. Damn him! She couldn't even go to her mother, thanks to that stupid pledge. She thought about it though, going to her mother and confessing everything, maybe death would be a release from this hell of her so-called life. But she wasn't ready to give up yet, she always said Ranma Sao- no, can't say Saotome anymore, from now on its Ranma, just Ranma, and Ranma never loses, or in this case never gives up.

She walked on, with water filled shoes squishing.

Pop's - no, - Genma trying to force Ranma into marrying Soun to fulfill the pact to join the schools and then disowning her in front of the Tendo's after she refused - wasn't the worst of it. She could deal with those thoughts, after all it was just Genma and he was an idiot. A dishonorable idiot at that.

She walked faster.

It was the memory of the reaction, or lack there of, that the Tendo's had that cut more deeply than anything: Akane's stunned look, Nabiki's cool indifference, Kasumi's look of frozen horror and Soun's crying about the future of his dojo. Not one of them lifting a finger to help her or stopping Genma from doing what he did. They just stood there, watching, letting her suffering increase tenfold and not one of them coming forward to aid her or saying what was going on was wrong.

You are no longer my child.

She quickened her step at the memory of the words her father spoke.

You are a stranger to me.

She splashed through puddles, blindly, not heeding anything that might be in her way.

If you refused to uphold the family honor, then maybe you should go whore yourself like the honorless girl you now are.

Tears now mingled with the rain that was flowing freely down her face, so blinded was she that she didn't see the street lamp until she collided with it sending her sprawling onto the wet pavement. She laid there in the rain, weeping for all that she had lost - realizing she never truly possessed what she thought.

They were like family.... but,

No one helped her. No one spoke for her. No one cared about her.

No one loved her.

Pushing herself into a sitting position, looking skyward she silently cursed the rain that spattered on her face, matting her red hair where it fell and stinging her eyes. The water coursing down her form, soaking her, leaving her and as cold and miserable on the outside as she felt on the inside. Maybe this was hell.

Maybe she should go to her mother.

No! She shook her head. No, she would not do that. She was stronger than that. If they wouldn't help her in her hour of need, in spite of the countless times she had helped them, than they were not worth being with. They were the one's without honor. They were the one's that did nothing but use her for their own advantage without any regard for her feelings or her dignity. They were the one's who discarded her like some object or thing that has outlived it's usefulness and didn't want to be troubled with it anymore.

She was better off without them. She was better than them. She will survive.

She had to believe she would.

She stood with that last thought, leaning against the lamp post and let out a heavy sigh while wiping the remaining tears and rain from her eyes. Readjusting the straps of her pack, she then wandered aimlessly without any destination in mind or anyplace to go. Walking was all she could do - walking was the only thing she could do. So...

She walked on.

Trying to walk the pain that was in her heart out.

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Scenes from her life

BANG

Ranma jerked with a start from her sleep.

RUMBLE, RUMBLE, RUMBLE

[Damn! Every morning. I wish that damn truck would take a different damn route.] Ranma groused to herself as she unfolded herself from the space beneath the bridge. Carefully stretching her stiff muscles she shouldered her pack and made her way down the embankment toward the river, carefully stepping over or around the other homeless residents of the bridge that were still sleeping.

[Funny, I never used to notice people like this - until I became one of them. Now they seem to be everywhere.] she thought to herself as she stepped around a man sleeping on some cardboard, hugging a garbage bag of his meager posessions as his slept. Long not noticing the smell anymore she continued on her trek, [I wonder what they do in the winter - I wonder what I'll do in the winter.]

While it was true that Ranma spent a great deal of time on the road with her father, traveling in hot or cold weather, they would usually find a shrine or dojo to hold up in during the coldest months of the year. Being only 16 and with no family, Ranma was finding it impossible to find a job much less having any money for a place to stay. You're too young - go find someplace else to work! they would say or some such nonsense. Yeah, right. Ranma was unsure as to what to do, but she knew she would think of something. [Maybe I can find a dojo to take me in.]

Upon reaching the water she set her pack beside her and removed a plastic cup that she had found a few days ago and proceeded to rinse the night sweats' off her clothed body. She felt awaken and refreshed as the cold water cascaded down her face and arms even as she shivered at its touch. Using her hands to squeegee the excess water off of her, she stood and stretched again. Reshouldering her pack, she gave a last look at her and climbed the embankment to the street.

[Time to do some grocery shopping.] Her stomach agreed with a rumble.

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It smelled bad; very, very bad.

Ranma knew she had to endure if she was going to eat.

Digging around looking for something that wasn't too gross looking she rattled around in the dumpster in the alley behind an eatery. Finding a half eaten sandwich, wrapped in the paper that it was served in was a prize in itself. After brushing off some tea leaves, [when was the last time I had tea?] she placed the valuable food into her grocery bag, a discarded green plastic bag she scrounged up, she proceeded to dig some more until she found enough edible trash for breakfast.

Making her way to a nearby park, she instinctively hid as she spied a uniformed man patrolling the street. The local truancy officer had been making a real pest of himself the last few days and Ranma was in no mood to deal with him. Just her luck, ending up in a part of Tokyo that took education more seriously than where she came from. After she was sure he was gone, she entered the park and selected from one of the many empty benches. After settling into her seat she removed her pack, she then opened her shopping bag, and then feasted.

Looking around for the first time today she noticed that the sky was smoky and overcast, a leftover from the rains that plagued the preceding days. Though it didn't look like it would rain, the overall effect was that of a blanket had been placed over the city - covering it protectively. A light haze obscured the nearby high rise shops that lined the street opposite the park. Ranma sighed. Days like this were made to go out in, where the morning air was sharp and still clean from the past rains and the clouds shielded the sun that would ordinarily beat down on you. A slight wind blew , ruffling her already ruffled bangs as she finished eating.

[Such a nice day, I hope no one messes with me today.]

Since living on the streets, Ranma has discovered, much to her displeasure, that some men felt it was alright to take "liberties" with her. Copping a feel here (which earns a broken finger to the perpetuator) to, in one instance, someone actually trying to make off with her while she slept (which earned a beating for the perverted bastard). That came about from the only time she tried to sleep on a park bench, she has since discovered sleeping under the bridge was the safest place.

Ranma was starting to form a very low opinion of men and life in general. Rising from her "breakfast table", she grabbed her pack and headed off.

Moving to a more isolated part of the park, she set about doing a slow kata, losing herself in the rhythm of the movement, stretching her being for the real exercise to come. Once she felt she was reasonably warmed up, she moved into higher forms blending complex attack and defensive moves into a seamless, fast and deadly dance.

The art was all she had left, and she would not lose it.

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Another mindless day, another morning work out had just finished.

Ranma was not sure how much time had pasted since she first started living on the streets (or under them), the days just seem to run together. She just seemed to be. She'd got into a routine, everyday doing the same thing. Get up, eat, work on improving her art, eat, improve her art, eat, improve her art, eat (if she could find anything not picked over by that time of day), then sleep.

The very thought that she had no idea of how much time has past, didn't seem to bother her in the least. All of the days just seem to run together in one big blur. If you do nothing worth remembering, than what's the point of even bothering to keep track of time. Memories are all that make up a person anyways and Ranma's recent memories haven't been worth the effort of keeping up with or sorting out.

Her behavior had been changing while she had been living on the streets as well, things that use to enrage and generally piss her off now just barely registered. She was becoming use to the way she was being treated. Recent evidence was when the latest salary man to make a good grab from behind, and with his hands squeezed both of Ranma's breasts together, instead of breaking the guys hands like she use to, she just simply brushed him off. Of course being "brushed off" by Ranma still meant the guy ended up on his rear, but he still came away intact. It had all became too common place and ordinary for her, so routine that she didn't get mad about it or really think about it anymore. Just another ordinary day. She started taking to avoiding people in general now. She found that usually prevented problems, and when problems did arrive, she would them off as well.

Time to clean up before lunch.

Walking into the restroom of the park, making sure it was empty, she stripped off all her clothing and washed the best she could with the sink and the hand soap from the dispenser. After getting reasonably clean, she redressed into some relatively clean cloths she had washed the day before. Then taking the clothes she was wearing she washed them in the sink and then using a small amount of ki dried them.

Learning to control her ki like that took some doing. She didn't want her clothes to become stinky from improper drying but her training in the past always emphasized power over control. To dry clothes properly with ki you needed control over power, or you'll end up with smoking rags instead of dry clothes.

She had to hurry, the lunch rush was about to begin if she was lucky she could get something to eat from the top of the trash instead of having to dig around for it.

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Afternoons were for her ki training.

Ranma had to start almost from scratch. Her Moko Takabisha was nowhere near as powerful as it once was, just a dim reminder of her past . After the events with Herb, her ex-father, the Tendo's and topping it all off living like she had over the past few - however long it's been - has been a severe blow to her confidence.

She had to retrain herself to try to use a more neutral, more balanced method of generating ki. She beat herself over and over the head until she found a way. She found a way to tap into her very will to live. The advantage was that it depended on no emotional base to focus on and as long as she wanted to live she would generate the amount of ki she needed.

Controlling it was somewhat daunting. Before all she had to do was concentrate her confidence into a single point in her being then sending it to where ever she needed it. Now using her will to live alone she had to spread it over a wider area of her body, it was too powerful to concentrate to a single point. Her first and only attempt of doing so made her feel like she was tearing her body apart from the inside. First she thought that maybe the technique was flawed, she would have to find something other than her willpower to channel. Then she thought maybe all she needed to do was toughen upto withstand the strain, later she laughed at that. Living like she was, if she wasn't toughened up' by now she never would be.

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After training, back to the ladies room in the park to clean up.

Then dinner at the local dumpster.

Then finding a good spot under "her" bridge.

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Another day.

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Another day.

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Another day.

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Another day.

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Another day. Another alley. Another dumpster.

Ranma was digging more nosily and more aggressively than usual.

This time Ranma was pissed.

[How dare they!] Ranma fumed to herself, [Those pigs! Just because a girl (Ranma had unconsciously over time taken to referring to herself in a female tense) is out on the street alone doesn't mean she wants to do.. to do... What the hell gave them the right to think that. And waving all that money at me, thinking that will get me to.. to... those bastards! Thinking I'm some kind'a whore just because I live under a bridge! What the hell was wrong with them?!]

[they had money]

Ranma froze somewhat with that thought, slowing her hunt for dinner.

[No!] shaking her head, [They could take their money and shove it. I wont do that, I can't!]

[you're already a ronin, a dishonorable ronin at that. what's alittle more dishonor?]

Pause.

[No! I can't believe I'm thinking about this!] Ranma's hands closed into fists, squishing used paper napkins and garbage between her slender fingers, [I would rather die in the streets than do that.]

[if you don't do anything, that's exactly what will happen.]

[...]

[would you rather die cold and hungry on the streets, or with a full belly and warm in some bed somewhere? is keeping your really worth it?]

[...]

[well what are you going to do? - winter will not wait for you to decide. Might as well do it now than have circumstances force you to do it anyway. you're going to have to do something.]

With that, out of nowhere, the last words of her father came back to haunt her,

"...then maybe you should go whore yourself like the honorless girl you now are.

Ranma froze some more and felt a pang deep within, completely forgetting about digging for her dinner.

[what's alittle more dishonor?]

[No f@%*ing way!] Ranma fumed to herself [I can make it. I can do anything I set out to do! I'm the best! I'm the best martial artist there is, the best that ever was - why I could... I could...]

[have you took a good look around you lately?]

She faltered.

Ranma looked around her like it was for the first time in her life. She was prone atop of a small mound of filth, arms outstretched, raking thru the smelly (very smelly) garbage culling out items that she deemed editable. She recoiled from her prone position and into a sitting one, looking at her hands - hands that could split concrete walls if she wanted, hands now covered in filth. Her hands began to shake, the rest of her soon followed.

[Oh God! I'm digging in someone's trash for food.] she though despairingly, [I don't have a name, I don't a home, I don't have anything - how did this become normal? How did I get like this? What did I do to deserve this? How did I come to this?]

Ranma's began to shake even more, tears threaten her eyes.

[No! I will not do this. I will not cry. I am a man. Men don't cry. Only weak women or...] sniffle [...silly...] sniffle[...girls cry] Taking a shuddering breath to try and clam herself, [Yeah, right. Like everything else my father told me, that's was a lie too.]

Ranma, still shaking, began slowly pulling herself together. She sat there, arms hugging her knees, fighting the emotional and moral turmoil that was raging inside her. Ignoring the smell of the refuse that was surrounding her, she tried to think.

[Damn it!] bong as she hit the inside of the dumpster, [What am I going to do? Can't I get even one break?]

[the only breaks are the one's you make]

[SHUT UP!]

Ranma so intent on her plight, didn't notice when a small, snow haired lady in her mid-60's come out of the rear of the building carrying a large clear plastic garbage bag and approached the dumpster.

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Akiko Yonai had a rough dinner rush. Considering that her families resturant was only open for lunch and dinner that was saying alot. Her granddaughter was a big help in the evenings, but lately the dinner crowd has been picking up at such a pace, it has been too much for the young girl to handle and her son Yoshi was so swamped in the kitchen, it was all he could do to keep up. The last waitress she hired only lasted a few weeks. Sigh. She would have to hire someone else to help out in the evenings. It was at this point she heard a loud bong from the dumpster, and thought [What in the world?]

Slowly approaching the dumpster, not noticing the pack beside it, she peeked over the edge into it.

May I help you young lady?



Ranma jumped, bonking her head on the overhanging cover of the dumpster, she then fell back into the smelly refuse. Gasping for air, hands clasp tightly to her chest, desperately trying to keep her heart from escaping the confines for her heaving chest.

M... may I help you young lady? Akiko repeated.

Ranma laid there, still panting, trying to catch her breath, trying to find her center before stuttering out,

I... I...

Ranma then froze wide eyed, why did her voice seemed so alien to her? Then it hit her, when was the last time she talked to anyone? Even with the recent confrontation with the perverts, she had remain silent through all of it, telegraphing her meaning with a shake of her head or a gesture of her hands - many of them obscene. She didn't know what to say or what to do. In a city with millions of people, she hardly had spoken to anyone in almost - she didn't even know how long.

It was at that moment her loneliness and hopelessness crushed her. For the first time since she could remember, Ranma wept openly in front of a stranger.

Akiko was also at a loss. Here was a strange girl no older that her granddaughter, digging through her dumpster, going from wide eyed and (to her) frightened to sobbing spoke volumes of the pain she endured. What on earth could have happened to such a lovely young girl to reduce her to such a state. Akiko's maternal instints kicked in and being the grandmother type, she decided to help this poor girl anyway she could.

Come on dear, let's get you out of there and cleaned up, and get you something to eat while we're at it.

B... but -

We can talk all about that later dear, after your taken care of. Now come along . Akiko said with an commanding yet compellingly Kasumi-like manner while offering her hand to assist Ranma out of the dumpster.

Ranma looked at the hand through eyes still filled with tears, and took it.

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Pluto watched with deep red eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. It wouldn't do if she had to prematurely intervene again at this stage. If Ranma had even suspected that the last three years of his - no her life had been manipulated before fully understanding the meaning behind the manipulations, there could be unfortunate consequences. One of them being Pluto's own death if Ranma's ire was raised enough, and the mistrust in the people Ranma needed to give her trust to. She would react very badly if she found out too soon that it was Pluto that arranged for Genma to find the book of Forbidden Training Grounds' that lead to Ranma getting cursed...

...to having her show up at the Cat Cafe', just when Herb was there and getting her curse locked...

...to making sure that the kettle would be out of reach, to keep her in her cursed form...

...to allowing life on the street to break her, so she could be rebuilt into what was needed.

Overall Pluto felt that she had been fairly successful, given how limited her influence was in Ranma's life.

That was the thing to consider...

...Ranma's life had proven to be exceedingly difficult to affect given her unpredictable nature. Pluto could not be sure with any certainty how things would play out in the end. Not hearing from any of her future selves was disquieting.

Unfortunately, unforeseen and unpredictable events had lead to this desperate plan to awaken this Senshi before her time. It couldn't be helped. The First Enemy has gotten cleverer and almost escaped Pluto's watchful eyes. Almost.

If the enemy were detected earlier, then Pluto could have arranged a fatal accident for Ranma in his childhood ending this life, but as it is now she would be reborn far too late to help in the coming fight. Pluto's only option was to do what she did, and thus bring about a whole new set of problems. She hopes Ranma would forgive her.

It all had to be handled carefully, the Yonai family matriarch was the perfect person to help Ranma with her through life's difficulties, a role model of sorts. Akiko's granddaughter, Michiko will be the perfect person to get Ranma more comfortable with being a girl. Ranma had to accept it, too much was at stake for her not to. A stable environment to ground Ranma in while her old memories were slowly (very slowly) being awakened would be a great boost in preparing her what was to come.

Pluto had to move slowly and carefully.

If Pluto moved too fast the consequences were...

... an unstoppable and dangerously insane Ranma, wiping out the entire solar system.

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Hope I got all my edits in this time.