A/N: Just in case anyone reading this is interested, this is my second fic.
As such, it probably won't be up to people's standards. Ah well. Anyway, I
recently read a Ranma/ChronoCross crossover, and the idea took up residence
in my brain and refused to leave till I wrote about it. Hope you enjoy the
story, and please R&R!
Disclaimer: All characters within this fic, those being Ranma 1/2 characters and possibly some of Chrono Cross, aren't mine. So nyah!
Oh yeah, and it's written like this:
"Text." - Speech
~Text.~ - Thought
//Text.// - Telekinesis or song quotes, if I do any in this story.
~ ~ ~
"Airen!"
"Where the hell am I now!?!"
"Ranma-honey!"
"Foul sorcerer! I shall smite thee! The vengeance of heaven is slow but sure!"
"What are you up to with my future bride, Saotome?!"
Ranma sighed tiredly as Mousse screamed incoherently and brought out a nine foot long spear, with which the myopic boy promptly attacked the ranting kendoist. He didn't even blink as Shampoo clobbered the blind boy and knocked him into a wall. He let out a yawn as Ryoga punched out a wall in his frustration, not realizing that he was, in fact, back in Nerima. Didn't bat an eyelash as Ryoga began to glow green, prompting Ukyo to beat him into near unconsciousness to prevent a ShiShi Hokodan going off in the middle of the street. Same old, same old.
~Hmm...~ he thought. ~Akane should be right on by with that mallet aaaany second now... there we are, right on cue, if that blue aura is anything to go by.~
He lazily watched the mother of all mallets, Mallet-Sama, round the corner. ~You know, I know that I'm kinda arrogant, and at times I can really be insensitive, but even I don't deserve this!!~ He didn't bother to listen as Akane spoke something or other, knowing that the mallet would be forthcoming no matter what he did.
Then, he gave a start. That mallet wasn't coming in a down to up motion like usual, but an up to down. ~Ah, damn. This is gunna hurt. Maybe I can run...? Nah, that thing can defy the laws of physics and get me before I can get away. Oh well.~ As he watched the incoming spectre of doom, he wished he had gotten a last okonomiyaki, at least, before all this broke loose.
WHAM!!!!
~ ~ ~
Ranma slowly came back to consciousness. He had just had a really, really wierd dream. Wierdness that was unusual even for a person for whom wierdness had become commonplace. He had dreamt of getting malleted, before dreaming of shooting through a chaotic swirl of spiraling green energy and crashing waves that was somehow a part of the scene. Like he had thought before; wierd.
Then, it occurred to the pigtailed boy that he was on a beach. Not Nerima. He tried to think back. ~Did we go to the beach today...?~ No, there was no memory of a beach. Something must have blown up, he surmised, and he'd gotten thrown out here. Boom. ~Ah well, no hope for it. Time to walk, see where I am. Maybe I can get back to Nerima by nightfall.~
And so our hero got up, brushed off his habitual red Chinese shirt and black pants, and broke into a jog. "Whoa," he muttered to himself. "I must have REALLY grabbed some sky. I don't remember any of this." As he was pondering this, it occurred to him that he was not alone. He looked up slowly, fearing the worst, and found the worst.
It was big. Really, really big. No, bigger than that. A lizard as big as a greyhound bus. He exploded (Boom! ^_^), "Why does the wierd stuff always happen to me!?" ~Okay, Ranma, no biggie, we just got a Komodo Dragon a few dozen times bigger than normal. You can win. Ranma Saotome never loses!~ After psyching himself up a bit, he felt confident enough to fire off a sizable Moko Takabisha. On a good day he could fire off half a dozen, but right now was not a good day, and he was facing something that looked like the mother of all reptiles to boot.
"Okay, big an' ugly. Let's start off easy and work our way up. Katchu Tenshin Amaguriken!" At his words his arms moved forward without inertia, striking at the huge thing hundreds of times in a few seconds. However, he noticed something unusual. Unlike the times he had used the technique before, this time the Chestnut Fist seemed to trail silvery sparks as he attacked. ~Wierd, but time enough to worry about that later.~
The thing reeled back a bit, but it's scaled hide was tough and it shrugged off the blows that would have crippled most human opponents. While Ranma took a mere second to rest, the thing leaped forward almost impossibly quickly. However, instead of attacking with its claws like the black-haired boy expected, the creature seemed to summon a fiery blaze around it, before releasing a swarm of mini-fireballs.
While Ranma's body dodged, ducked, and rolled out of the way, Ranma's brain tried to wrap itself around what just happened. His brain called a brief conference. Body told brain that it indeed appear to be a fireball. Logic stated that that was impossible. Pride tried to say something, but was shouted down by Common Sense, who decided that whatever it was, they wanted to stay away from it. Common Sense beat out Pride for the 82nd time in Ranma's life thus far, as opposed to Pride's victories, which were 1,043.
Shaking his head, the pigtailed boy decided it was time to stop fooling around before he got hurt. He gathered every shred and ounce of confidence he could dredge up. He was Ranma Saotome. He never lost. His massive ego swelled and roared. He began to glow.
As the azure energy gathered into his hands, he pumped up his confidence one last time before sending the ball of flaming blue straight at the lizard. The green reptile stared at its doom the way a deer stared at a car's headlights. When the sphere of arrogance struck, it kicked dust into the air.
When the dust settled, the creature lay still. And before Ranma's astonished eyes, it slowly dissipated into shining green sparks that flew towards the victor. Before Ranma could dodge, the glowing motes of light faded into him, and he felt revitalized. The burns he had received from the fireballs vanished, and he could feel his strength and power increase. He felt like he could beat anyone, do anything, pluck the moon from the night sky if it so suited him.
He had never felt anything quite like it. He knew that every time he trained or fought his skill sharpened, but this was different. It was as if he had taken on the essence of the fallen beast itself. And even as he enjoyed the new physical benefits, a spell etched itself into his brain. He understood how the monster had pulled that fire trick, and how, with a bit of practice, he too could convert his ki into flame.
He was almost surprised that the earth did not tremble and shake at his coming, that lightning did not flash across the sky, that woodland creatures did not flee at his approach. He saw a small fishing village in the distance. He grinned an easy, cocky smile.
Watch out, world. Ranma Saotome has arrived.
Disclaimer: All characters within this fic, those being Ranma 1/2 characters and possibly some of Chrono Cross, aren't mine. So nyah!
Oh yeah, and it's written like this:
"Text." - Speech
~Text.~ - Thought
//Text.// - Telekinesis or song quotes, if I do any in this story.
~ ~ ~
"Airen!"
"Where the hell am I now!?!"
"Ranma-honey!"
"Foul sorcerer! I shall smite thee! The vengeance of heaven is slow but sure!"
"What are you up to with my future bride, Saotome?!"
Ranma sighed tiredly as Mousse screamed incoherently and brought out a nine foot long spear, with which the myopic boy promptly attacked the ranting kendoist. He didn't even blink as Shampoo clobbered the blind boy and knocked him into a wall. He let out a yawn as Ryoga punched out a wall in his frustration, not realizing that he was, in fact, back in Nerima. Didn't bat an eyelash as Ryoga began to glow green, prompting Ukyo to beat him into near unconsciousness to prevent a ShiShi Hokodan going off in the middle of the street. Same old, same old.
~Hmm...~ he thought. ~Akane should be right on by with that mallet aaaany second now... there we are, right on cue, if that blue aura is anything to go by.~
He lazily watched the mother of all mallets, Mallet-Sama, round the corner. ~You know, I know that I'm kinda arrogant, and at times I can really be insensitive, but even I don't deserve this!!~ He didn't bother to listen as Akane spoke something or other, knowing that the mallet would be forthcoming no matter what he did.
Then, he gave a start. That mallet wasn't coming in a down to up motion like usual, but an up to down. ~Ah, damn. This is gunna hurt. Maybe I can run...? Nah, that thing can defy the laws of physics and get me before I can get away. Oh well.~ As he watched the incoming spectre of doom, he wished he had gotten a last okonomiyaki, at least, before all this broke loose.
WHAM!!!!
~ ~ ~
Ranma slowly came back to consciousness. He had just had a really, really wierd dream. Wierdness that was unusual even for a person for whom wierdness had become commonplace. He had dreamt of getting malleted, before dreaming of shooting through a chaotic swirl of spiraling green energy and crashing waves that was somehow a part of the scene. Like he had thought before; wierd.
Then, it occurred to the pigtailed boy that he was on a beach. Not Nerima. He tried to think back. ~Did we go to the beach today...?~ No, there was no memory of a beach. Something must have blown up, he surmised, and he'd gotten thrown out here. Boom. ~Ah well, no hope for it. Time to walk, see where I am. Maybe I can get back to Nerima by nightfall.~
And so our hero got up, brushed off his habitual red Chinese shirt and black pants, and broke into a jog. "Whoa," he muttered to himself. "I must have REALLY grabbed some sky. I don't remember any of this." As he was pondering this, it occurred to him that he was not alone. He looked up slowly, fearing the worst, and found the worst.
It was big. Really, really big. No, bigger than that. A lizard as big as a greyhound bus. He exploded (Boom! ^_^), "Why does the wierd stuff always happen to me!?" ~Okay, Ranma, no biggie, we just got a Komodo Dragon a few dozen times bigger than normal. You can win. Ranma Saotome never loses!~ After psyching himself up a bit, he felt confident enough to fire off a sizable Moko Takabisha. On a good day he could fire off half a dozen, but right now was not a good day, and he was facing something that looked like the mother of all reptiles to boot.
"Okay, big an' ugly. Let's start off easy and work our way up. Katchu Tenshin Amaguriken!" At his words his arms moved forward without inertia, striking at the huge thing hundreds of times in a few seconds. However, he noticed something unusual. Unlike the times he had used the technique before, this time the Chestnut Fist seemed to trail silvery sparks as he attacked. ~Wierd, but time enough to worry about that later.~
The thing reeled back a bit, but it's scaled hide was tough and it shrugged off the blows that would have crippled most human opponents. While Ranma took a mere second to rest, the thing leaped forward almost impossibly quickly. However, instead of attacking with its claws like the black-haired boy expected, the creature seemed to summon a fiery blaze around it, before releasing a swarm of mini-fireballs.
While Ranma's body dodged, ducked, and rolled out of the way, Ranma's brain tried to wrap itself around what just happened. His brain called a brief conference. Body told brain that it indeed appear to be a fireball. Logic stated that that was impossible. Pride tried to say something, but was shouted down by Common Sense, who decided that whatever it was, they wanted to stay away from it. Common Sense beat out Pride for the 82nd time in Ranma's life thus far, as opposed to Pride's victories, which were 1,043.
Shaking his head, the pigtailed boy decided it was time to stop fooling around before he got hurt. He gathered every shred and ounce of confidence he could dredge up. He was Ranma Saotome. He never lost. His massive ego swelled and roared. He began to glow.
As the azure energy gathered into his hands, he pumped up his confidence one last time before sending the ball of flaming blue straight at the lizard. The green reptile stared at its doom the way a deer stared at a car's headlights. When the sphere of arrogance struck, it kicked dust into the air.
When the dust settled, the creature lay still. And before Ranma's astonished eyes, it slowly dissipated into shining green sparks that flew towards the victor. Before Ranma could dodge, the glowing motes of light faded into him, and he felt revitalized. The burns he had received from the fireballs vanished, and he could feel his strength and power increase. He felt like he could beat anyone, do anything, pluck the moon from the night sky if it so suited him.
He had never felt anything quite like it. He knew that every time he trained or fought his skill sharpened, but this was different. It was as if he had taken on the essence of the fallen beast itself. And even as he enjoyed the new physical benefits, a spell etched itself into his brain. He understood how the monster had pulled that fire trick, and how, with a bit of practice, he too could convert his ki into flame.
He was almost surprised that the earth did not tremble and shake at his coming, that lightning did not flash across the sky, that woodland creatures did not flee at his approach. He saw a small fishing village in the distance. He grinned an easy, cocky smile.
Watch out, world. Ranma Saotome has arrived.