A/N: I never really liked Akane, so she won't play much of a role here.
Most of the other characters from Ranma will have bigger parts, as it were.
Also, I'm veeery slow in updating, and the chapters are probably still
going to be pretty short, though I'm working on it. Once more, 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.
~ ~ ~
Ranma looked down at the rock jutting from the ground overlooking the sea and thought back on the week it took to arrive at this point. It had taken so long because he had stopped periodically to work on the new skill he had picked up from that massive lizard-thing. He had learned from a few travelers he had met that there were six known 'colors' of what they called magic. Red, blue, green, yellow, white, and black.
So far, he had learned to convert his ki into magic for some basic but still quite amazing spells. He could now cast with some authority Fireball, Cure, a minor rock attack spell called Uplift, and some sort of light spell called Photon Ray. The pigtailed martial artist was confident that if he practiced and meditated a bit, more might come to him.
He stopped thinking about the matter entirely as he took another look at the overgrown tombstone. After clearing away a bit of the green, he could make out an inscription.
| R.I.P. |
| |
| Ranma Saotome |
| Died Age 7 |
| |
| No one can take anything away from him. |
| Nor can anyone give anything to him. |
| |
| What came from the sea, has returned to the sea. |
| |
Ranma sat down suddenly. "Damn..." he whispered. Before he could even turn around, a voice pierced the cries of the seagulls. "So you must be the foul ghost-sorcerer Ranma, vagrant dog, who died here ten years ago!"
Ranma twirled on one foot, and came face to face with a boy wearing a black and blue hakama. He wore an arrogant air about him, and an unsheathed sword was pointed at Ranma's face. behind him stood a pair of knights of some kind. Before Ranma could speak, he was interrupted as the other boy continued his speech. "Come hither, Ranma Saotome, or face thy doom! For if you do not..." Ranma tuned the sword-wielding boy out for a bit, then listened in. "...the vengeance of the heavens is slow but sure! And..." Ranma considered jumping over the cliff to escape the arrogant monologue, but found he was loathe to do so and ruin his favorite outfit.
The boy continued. "I am Tatewaki Kuno, of the illustrious house of Kuno in Termina! If you do not..." Ranma wondered idly if he could plead temporary insanity for killing the Kuno. How Kuno had also gotten here was beyond him. Same stupid speeches as ever, though. He also noted the boy was packing steel this time. "...otherwise, I shall SMITE THEE!!! DRAW THY WEAPON!!!"
"Now hold on a minute!" The stranger on the cliff above who had spoken tried to interject, but Tatewaki Kuno overrode the person. "-Furthermore, know then, Ranma Saotome, that-" By that time, the traveler had gotten fed up with the sword-wielding boy and jumped past, bashing him in the head with a large instrument as they did so.
Ranma's new friend came to a stop, allowing Ranma to identify her. His would-be rescuer had long brown hair, and was clothed in black pants and a sort of red vest. In her hands she held what looked to Ranma like a massive spatula, and had several smaller ones strapped about her outfit. He stared as he recognized Ukyou in the get-up.
"Uh, thanks there," Ranma began in a somewhat polite tone. "But, I really didn't need help there, 'specially not from a girl."
. . .
The female in question suddenly wished she had a mallet.
~ ~ ~
Kuno took that moment to leap up from his comfortable position on the ground. "HOLD! This battle has just begun!" His brain took a moment to compute the shapely female before him. "Ah, my godess! Truly, such a beauty as yourself does not help such low-born scum as Saotome! Say it is not so!"
She blinked and looked over her shoulder at Ranma. "What is with this guy?" Ranma shrugged and replied, "You've known him as long as I have." Kuno once again interrupted. "Saotome~! How dare you hold such a sweet, innocent girl hostage! I will BREAK THEE!! YOU WILL KNOW HELL AND SUFFERING BEFORE I AM THROUGH!! DRAGOONS!! ATTACK!!!!"
The put-upon lackeys gave a heartfelt sigh before pulling their weapons into position, an axe and spear, respectively, and charging. The girl swung the large spatula into guard position and blocked a spear thrust with the haft before twirling it and sending the dragoon flying. Ranma dodged the other dragoon's swing and attacked with his fists, the incredibly hard blows denting the armor but not doing much damage.
Ranma shrugged, easily dodging a kick, and delivered a punch right between the fighter's eyes, putting him down for the count. Kuno did not look impressed, though it was more likely that he didn't even register his comrades' downfall. He slowly, and with as much dramatic flair as possible, raised his weapon and charged. Ranma went to meet him.
Ranma was surprised to note that though he still looked as goofy as ever, Kuno seemed in top form, noticeably better than the last time he'd seen him. ~Not better'n me, though, of course!~ Ranma assured himself. Kuno ranted on. "Know now, sorcerer, my TRUE SKILL!! Feel the power of my ultimate technique!" With that, he began the chant that powered his concentration and focus. His arms trailed forward quickly, limmed in glowing green, dozens of strikes forming in a single second. "Dadadadadadada!"
The pigtailed boy was amazed. Several times, Kuno had come close to hitting him, even tearing his shirt in places. ~Wow. He's actually impressing me.~ Before he could test out just how good Kuno had gotten, however, a massive fireball that dwarfed any Ranma could create erupted from his right, coming from Ukyou. Kuno sailed off into the stratosphere.
And as with the big lizard thing, a green glow emanating from the losers of this skirmish was trnsferred to the winners, healing their tiredness and ailments. Again Ranma felt an increase in awareness and power, and his senses began to note things they had never picked up before. By now, the dragoon duo had run away, but in their haste they had left a few items on the ground.
Ranma was a bit disappointed that he hadn't learned any spells off Kuno like he had with the lizard, but he figured he might get a chance to learn any spells this Ucchan might know. As he turned around, he noted an odd bracer Kuno seemed to have dropped. As he picked it up and brushed the dust off, he could see it more clearly. it was jet black and shiny, and seemed to glow the faint green Ranma had learned to associate with Kuno's innate magic.
As he slipped it on his own right wrist, he could feel a small boost of strength flood him. He grinned. Maybe Kuno had some uses after all.
~ ~ ~
"So, hon, you okay?" Ukyou asked him. He yawned and replied, "Aw, sure. Kuno ain't too much of a challenge." She shrugged at him and continued, "Oh yeah, and my name's Ukyou Kuonji. A pleasure, I'm sure."
He blinked and shelved the fact that Ukyou also didn't seem to know him, just like Akane. And Kuno seemed a bit off too. Didn't attack right away ranting about 'sorcerer this' and 'pigtailed girl' that. "Uh, yeah. I'm Ranma. Pleased ta meetcha."
Then, recalling that spell she had cast, he slipped the topic of magic ever so subtly into the conversation. "So, can you teach me that magic ya were usin'??"
The not-quite-okonomiyaki-chef rolled her eyes. "Yeah, sure. Anyway, I just recently came to this here island, and I was wondering if ya might like to join me. Traveling alone isn't very fun, you know." In her mind, Ukyou was envisioning Ranma saving her from various evils and dangers, followed by a nice quiet walk on the beach. Then she realized what she was doing and stuffed the more romantic part of her into a mental box and buried it deep in her psyche.
Ranma thought about it for about half a second before saying, "Sure, I'd like that." She nodded and beamed. "Right then! From here on out, we're real good mates now, ne?"
Ranma just wondered what he'd gotten himself into.
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.
~ ~ ~
Ranma looked down at the rock jutting from the ground overlooking the sea and thought back on the week it took to arrive at this point. It had taken so long because he had stopped periodically to work on the new skill he had picked up from that massive lizard-thing. He had learned from a few travelers he had met that there were six known 'colors' of what they called magic. Red, blue, green, yellow, white, and black.
So far, he had learned to convert his ki into magic for some basic but still quite amazing spells. He could now cast with some authority Fireball, Cure, a minor rock attack spell called Uplift, and some sort of light spell called Photon Ray. The pigtailed martial artist was confident that if he practiced and meditated a bit, more might come to him.
He stopped thinking about the matter entirely as he took another look at the overgrown tombstone. After clearing away a bit of the green, he could make out an inscription.
| R.I.P. |
| |
| Ranma Saotome |
| Died Age 7 |
| |
| No one can take anything away from him. |
| Nor can anyone give anything to him. |
| |
| What came from the sea, has returned to the sea. |
| |
Ranma sat down suddenly. "Damn..." he whispered. Before he could even turn around, a voice pierced the cries of the seagulls. "So you must be the foul ghost-sorcerer Ranma, vagrant dog, who died here ten years ago!"
Ranma twirled on one foot, and came face to face with a boy wearing a black and blue hakama. He wore an arrogant air about him, and an unsheathed sword was pointed at Ranma's face. behind him stood a pair of knights of some kind. Before Ranma could speak, he was interrupted as the other boy continued his speech. "Come hither, Ranma Saotome, or face thy doom! For if you do not..." Ranma tuned the sword-wielding boy out for a bit, then listened in. "...the vengeance of the heavens is slow but sure! And..." Ranma considered jumping over the cliff to escape the arrogant monologue, but found he was loathe to do so and ruin his favorite outfit.
The boy continued. "I am Tatewaki Kuno, of the illustrious house of Kuno in Termina! If you do not..." Ranma wondered idly if he could plead temporary insanity for killing the Kuno. How Kuno had also gotten here was beyond him. Same stupid speeches as ever, though. He also noted the boy was packing steel this time. "...otherwise, I shall SMITE THEE!!! DRAW THY WEAPON!!!"
"Now hold on a minute!" The stranger on the cliff above who had spoken tried to interject, but Tatewaki Kuno overrode the person. "-Furthermore, know then, Ranma Saotome, that-" By that time, the traveler had gotten fed up with the sword-wielding boy and jumped past, bashing him in the head with a large instrument as they did so.
Ranma's new friend came to a stop, allowing Ranma to identify her. His would-be rescuer had long brown hair, and was clothed in black pants and a sort of red vest. In her hands she held what looked to Ranma like a massive spatula, and had several smaller ones strapped about her outfit. He stared as he recognized Ukyou in the get-up.
"Uh, thanks there," Ranma began in a somewhat polite tone. "But, I really didn't need help there, 'specially not from a girl."
. . .
The female in question suddenly wished she had a mallet.
~ ~ ~
Kuno took that moment to leap up from his comfortable position on the ground. "HOLD! This battle has just begun!" His brain took a moment to compute the shapely female before him. "Ah, my godess! Truly, such a beauty as yourself does not help such low-born scum as Saotome! Say it is not so!"
She blinked and looked over her shoulder at Ranma. "What is with this guy?" Ranma shrugged and replied, "You've known him as long as I have." Kuno once again interrupted. "Saotome~! How dare you hold such a sweet, innocent girl hostage! I will BREAK THEE!! YOU WILL KNOW HELL AND SUFFERING BEFORE I AM THROUGH!! DRAGOONS!! ATTACK!!!!"
The put-upon lackeys gave a heartfelt sigh before pulling their weapons into position, an axe and spear, respectively, and charging. The girl swung the large spatula into guard position and blocked a spear thrust with the haft before twirling it and sending the dragoon flying. Ranma dodged the other dragoon's swing and attacked with his fists, the incredibly hard blows denting the armor but not doing much damage.
Ranma shrugged, easily dodging a kick, and delivered a punch right between the fighter's eyes, putting him down for the count. Kuno did not look impressed, though it was more likely that he didn't even register his comrades' downfall. He slowly, and with as much dramatic flair as possible, raised his weapon and charged. Ranma went to meet him.
Ranma was surprised to note that though he still looked as goofy as ever, Kuno seemed in top form, noticeably better than the last time he'd seen him. ~Not better'n me, though, of course!~ Ranma assured himself. Kuno ranted on. "Know now, sorcerer, my TRUE SKILL!! Feel the power of my ultimate technique!" With that, he began the chant that powered his concentration and focus. His arms trailed forward quickly, limmed in glowing green, dozens of strikes forming in a single second. "Dadadadadadada!"
The pigtailed boy was amazed. Several times, Kuno had come close to hitting him, even tearing his shirt in places. ~Wow. He's actually impressing me.~ Before he could test out just how good Kuno had gotten, however, a massive fireball that dwarfed any Ranma could create erupted from his right, coming from Ukyou. Kuno sailed off into the stratosphere.
And as with the big lizard thing, a green glow emanating from the losers of this skirmish was trnsferred to the winners, healing their tiredness and ailments. Again Ranma felt an increase in awareness and power, and his senses began to note things they had never picked up before. By now, the dragoon duo had run away, but in their haste they had left a few items on the ground.
Ranma was a bit disappointed that he hadn't learned any spells off Kuno like he had with the lizard, but he figured he might get a chance to learn any spells this Ucchan might know. As he turned around, he noted an odd bracer Kuno seemed to have dropped. As he picked it up and brushed the dust off, he could see it more clearly. it was jet black and shiny, and seemed to glow the faint green Ranma had learned to associate with Kuno's innate magic.
As he slipped it on his own right wrist, he could feel a small boost of strength flood him. He grinned. Maybe Kuno had some uses after all.
~ ~ ~
"So, hon, you okay?" Ukyou asked him. He yawned and replied, "Aw, sure. Kuno ain't too much of a challenge." She shrugged at him and continued, "Oh yeah, and my name's Ukyou Kuonji. A pleasure, I'm sure."
He blinked and shelved the fact that Ukyou also didn't seem to know him, just like Akane. And Kuno seemed a bit off too. Didn't attack right away ranting about 'sorcerer this' and 'pigtailed girl' that. "Uh, yeah. I'm Ranma. Pleased ta meetcha."
Then, recalling that spell she had cast, he slipped the topic of magic ever so subtly into the conversation. "So, can you teach me that magic ya were usin'??"
The not-quite-okonomiyaki-chef rolled her eyes. "Yeah, sure. Anyway, I just recently came to this here island, and I was wondering if ya might like to join me. Traveling alone isn't very fun, you know." In her mind, Ukyou was envisioning Ranma saving her from various evils and dangers, followed by a nice quiet walk on the beach. Then she realized what she was doing and stuffed the more romantic part of her into a mental box and buried it deep in her psyche.
Ranma thought about it for about half a second before saying, "Sure, I'd like that." She nodded and beamed. "Right then! From here on out, we're real good mates now, ne?"
Ranma just wondered what he'd gotten himself into.