A/N: Very short I know, but I had to get Arni Village out of the way before
I could get to Cape Howl and the next battle, which are really what I write
best, angst and fight scenes. Anyway, 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.
~ ~ ~
When Ranma entered the fishing village, the first thing he noticed was the fish. It was huge, easily weighing ten times his own weight. He was pretty sure that there were no swordfish that big in Japan. Or any swordfish period, in fact.
Ranma put the fish to the back of his mind. He had more important consaiderations right now. Like food. Food was always of first priority, unless it concerned the Art, and even then it was a close thing.
"Hey! Old man! Is there anywhere where I can get something to eat around here?" The old man in question looked up, took in the strange hair style and odd clothes, shrugged, and pointed towards the only tavern in Arni village.
The pigtailed boy entered the place and was promptly struck dumb. There, sitting on a stool at the bar was Akane! After a moment of staring, he noted that her hair was quite a bit longer than before, about the length before Ryoga had sliced it accidentally with his belt-sword. ~Things... are getting wierd again. Dammit, somehow, I just know some superpowered martial artist/evil threat to the world/wierd Chinese spell/Akane's cooking that became sentient or something is going to show up and attack me. ~ His mouth made an attempt at speech.
As he watched, the female in question summoned a wooden spoon in the same way she had always summoned hammers before, and bonked a rambunctious youngster on the head with it, before making it disappear.
"A-Akane? What are you doing here?"
The girl blinked and looked at Ranma. "Umm... yeah, I live here. Do I know you?"Ranma blinked a few times in response. "Well, yeah. I'm Ranma. Ranma Saotome? Do ya remember me?" Akane's eyes seemed to look far away as she replied, "I once knew someone at this village named Ranma Saotome, but he died when I was seven. He drowned. His mother passed away soon after. His grave is up on Cape Howl. Maybe you should visit there, not too many people go up there anymore. Excuse me, I have chores to do."
Without another word, Akane stood up and hurried off. Ranma was left staring after her. He whispered, "A Ranma Saotome who drowned here ten years ago...? Guess there's no choice but to go to this Cape Howl and see for myself. This just gets wierder by the minute..."
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.
~ ~ ~
When Ranma entered the fishing village, the first thing he noticed was the fish. It was huge, easily weighing ten times his own weight. He was pretty sure that there were no swordfish that big in Japan. Or any swordfish period, in fact.
Ranma put the fish to the back of his mind. He had more important consaiderations right now. Like food. Food was always of first priority, unless it concerned the Art, and even then it was a close thing.
"Hey! Old man! Is there anywhere where I can get something to eat around here?" The old man in question looked up, took in the strange hair style and odd clothes, shrugged, and pointed towards the only tavern in Arni village.
The pigtailed boy entered the place and was promptly struck dumb. There, sitting on a stool at the bar was Akane! After a moment of staring, he noted that her hair was quite a bit longer than before, about the length before Ryoga had sliced it accidentally with his belt-sword. ~Things... are getting wierd again. Dammit, somehow, I just know some superpowered martial artist/evil threat to the world/wierd Chinese spell/Akane's cooking that became sentient or something is going to show up and attack me. ~ His mouth made an attempt at speech.
As he watched, the female in question summoned a wooden spoon in the same way she had always summoned hammers before, and bonked a rambunctious youngster on the head with it, before making it disappear.
"A-Akane? What are you doing here?"
The girl blinked and looked at Ranma. "Umm... yeah, I live here. Do I know you?"Ranma blinked a few times in response. "Well, yeah. I'm Ranma. Ranma Saotome? Do ya remember me?" Akane's eyes seemed to look far away as she replied, "I once knew someone at this village named Ranma Saotome, but he died when I was seven. He drowned. His mother passed away soon after. His grave is up on Cape Howl. Maybe you should visit there, not too many people go up there anymore. Excuse me, I have chores to do."
Without another word, Akane stood up and hurried off. Ranma was left staring after her. He whispered, "A Ranma Saotome who drowned here ten years ago...? Guess there's no choice but to go to this Cape Howl and see for myself. This just gets wierder by the minute..."