This has become my little pet project. Something to take my mind of of "So Be It" and "The Mark in the Lace." It isn't long. Probably too short to be called a chapter but I think that's how I'm gonna go about this. I have 1 fic with really long chapters. This will have short. So yeah. Might have a large number of chapters. Who knows? Not like I plan to make it an epic or anything. I hope you enjoy it. Just two short scenes showing off the tortures of Ranma and giving the story a little background.

Chapter One

She felt him leave the room. Her strength left her instantly and she could no longer speak where he could hear her once more. He couldn't feel her anymore either. 'Thank god for small favors...' She thought bitterly.

She didn't know how it worked, or even where she was, really. All she knew is that an evil being had full dominion over her true body, while she laid in this world of hazy hues a mist.

"Ite… It hurts…"

She was naked and alone there. Talking for the sake of talking held no purpose but she did it anyway. She knew that she didn't have a real physical body, but if she were to look down she knew she would see one.

She lay on the ground, bruises covering her pseudo body. Her throat, where he had choked her, burned with the imprint of ghost hands wringing at her neck. She didn't even have to do that. All he had to do was think and her pain and obedience were assured.

"God the needles…"

She shivered. It would be some time before she could make herself move enough to place the imaginary clothes back on.

She was queen of her domain, and here she could do whatever she wished. If she wanted a lake, there would be a lake. If she wanted a cottage and a farm, with mountains far to the north, and that same lake further to the south, there it would be.

… If she wanted a husband or a wife, she could make them.

But… Ranma held her as much as she held this little world. When he entered that room, her world became his. And she became nothing more than his plaything.

"My name is Ranma… not that… thing's! Mine…"

Tears leaked out of her eyes. Ranko. He made her Ranko, when he took her name and led Her life.

"Usagi-chan. Ryoga-kun. Akane-chan. Oh… How I wish I could just take back my own name…"

The feeling of thousand needles driving into her every particle as if she were a piece of cloth in need of sewing, made her scream like mad. Just like Ranma wanted. The after shocks of her rape made her oblivious to her surroundings. They shifted and changed, from dreams of happiness and joy, to worlds of eternal torment and burning in lakes of fire.

She felt none of it. She couldn't feel anything in this world. All she could feel… was him and his hellish taint.

Hours she lay there, crying. She begged whatever being was watching her, to kill him. Kill him and her along with him. Kill Ranma and his… Ranko…"

"I'm not Ranko! Still… Ranma…"

She was lying to herself and she knew it. He had made her what she was now. He had destroyed all her hopes, one by one. Her confidence was shattered, and he manned her ki, while she resided here in the confines of his mind.

Ranma Saotome. Man among men, was dead along with everyone else. In his place stood a helpless girl, trapped in the mind of a hell spawn.

"If I were free… I'd… I'd…"

She buried her face in her hands and her sobs wracked the changing landscapes. The thing that terrified her the most was not the rape though. Not the needles. Not the choking, nor the madness.

What terrified her most… was that her own screams gave her the same pleasure it gave to Ranma.

She shuddered involuntarily, remembering how good it had felt and hating herself with every fiber of her being. How she had been made do what he wish by inflicting pain… through him she felt the bliss of her own screams.

Suddenly a different shriek echoed across her world. It wasn't her voice…

"Don't look up. Don't wanna see…! Don't wanna hear! God, please make me blind and deaf! God, please kill me!"

Above her, was her window. She saw everything Ranma saw… through the sky. Heard everything Ranma heard reverberating all across her small world.

And now, all she heard was Usagi shouting her love for Ranma in the same tone of hatred she had used before. She felt her own hands gnawing at Usagi's throat the way, Ranma had done to her. She could feel the pleasure from Usagi's screams. Sickening, twisted, pleasure.

"Help me… please… help me…."

Her self hatred grew ever more as she felt her body respond to the swirls of heat from Usagi's screams.

"I love you… Usagi-chan… so… sorry…"

Rapture and pleasure took her just as bile rose in her throat. The tears never stopped.

Little did Ranko know that someone had heard her cries. Her pleas had not gone on deaf ears…

Millions upon millions of miles away, one planet stood unconquered. In the vast reaches of space, Pluto was but a small speck. No longer did it reside in the orbit of the sun.

It had traveled billions of miles to escape that failed system, and it had succeeded in its escape. But now… it was coming back.

"Ranma… I'll save you soon."

The Senshi of time stated it quietly. Tears rolled down her own cheeks as she watched two of the loves of her life shriek under Ranma's merciless tortures.

She was the only one left free. She alone kept defense against the empire the evil Ranma ruled.

Slaves existed on all the planets and industry bubbled to incredible levels. Scientists found new ways to transport goods and built advanced weaponry and starships. The empire that was Crystal Tokyo prospered.

It was the most sickening empire Pluto had ever felt. The memoirs of over a hundred thousand empires in the last million years of the existence of the Senshi of Pluto gave her many comparisons.

None were so twisted. None so vile as this. The people were corrupted by hate. They had become wasteful spenders of their resources and now sought to destroy the resources of other planets as well, killing as they went.

But now she was back. Seven hundred years of preparation and now she was back. Finally she was in range to begin. But… did she dare? Did Ranma still hold the mighty will he once had? If he did not, then Pluto knew she would be the next to fall into the line of destructions paved by the outward Ranma.

She would become like Usagi. Like Ryoga. Like…. Ranma…

She firmed herself. That would not happen. It had to be done; this was the entire galaxy's last chance for survival; all hope depended on Ranma.

"A'dalte mirfen sur'urdam. Morantal Firyiim. Detsa al mirfen."

Ancient words, but Pluto learned them down to the very last syllable. A red sphere appeared in her cupped hands, circled by lighter-tinted, red, pulsating rings.

It expanded and contracted like a ball of water attached to an irregularly strong hose, morphing and reacting as she placed more energy into it. Electric jagged bolts began to jolt about the outer rim of the ball between the rings, ever growing and twisting with power.

And then… it was gone.

Pluto slumped to the ground in a heap, tired and panting.

"Good luck, Ranma Saotome, greatest of all men."

Pluto looked down at a photograph that had not been there in her hand moments before. She was the first girl in the photo. Back then things had been so simple.

Ryoga-kun… a great man in his own right, stood on the other side of the photo. He had been captured and chained like the others seven hundred years ago. But it was he who had brought the form of the real Ranma back. Ryoga made the world the real Ranma now resided in. Ryoga began it all, by giving them the only chance there was.

Usagi stood in the middle. Pluto loved the girl… the White Queen. She had been the greatest healer in the galaxy until the Moon was destroyed… now she was just a normal girl as far as Pluto knew. Somehow though, love transcended power. And the gates still showed Usagi was just as important as she ever was to the future… though how, Pluto had no clue.

And next to her, stood the greatest man she had ever met. The love of her life. Her fiancée. Ranma Saotome. And for him… she would do anything.

"Setsuna… Mother… wish me luck… For it has begun."

Akane rose to her feet slowly, catching her breath.

"God help us all…"

End Chapter
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