Hi everybody, just so you know, I don't own anything, nothing at all. This story just happened to go through my head at some point, and so I figured I'd try something. Anyway time to start. I own nothing…not even the comp I'm using to type this.
Daein General Ranma
It had been a rather short day for one Ranma Saotome, oddly enough. None of the usual chaos that surrounded his life made an appearance during the day, besides the normal bantering with his fiancé Akane. Fortunately, none of his rivals had come to pay him a visit to try and kill him. Neither of his other two fiancé's had yet to make an appearance, which he hoped would not occur for the rest of the day.
The pigtailed boy sat on the roof of the Tendo Dojo, relaxing in the cool breeze of the night, thankful that the day was pretty much, eventless. He did get the odd feeling that something was going to happen; the day had been way too convenient for him. He didn't even have to try any of Akane's new cooking creations. He decided to forget his thoughts and get ready for blissful sleep.
Entering his and his father's room within the Tendo home after taking his bath, Ranma paled at what he saw. There on the floor of the room, in a puddle of blood, was Genma Saotome. There was a gaping hole in the middle of the man's back, having been pierced by some type of weapon. Falling to his knees, the pigtailed boy struggled to keep the tears from falling from his eyes.
"Pop…"
A slight clink of metal snapped Ranma out of his mourning moment to see a huge figure at the end of the room. Ranma went quickly from sadness to anger seeing the stranger, a very large man who wore heavy black armor from head to toe with a red cape hanging from his shoulders. Most importantly though, was the perfectly designed broadsword in the armored man's right hand, which was covered in blood. His father's blood.
"Well, now that I have your attention, maybe we can get on to business," the black armored man said.
"Who are you and what did my father do to deserve death!" demanded Ranma, anger growing rapidly.
The man only chuckled, though, one couldn't really tell, since there was no motion that could be seen from the armor. "I am the Black Knight, and your fool of a father decided to get in my way, along with the rest of this household," he claimed, the tone of his voice implying he had no reason to do so. The Black Knight was clearly amused by the anger his was bringing out of the boy.
Ranma flared his battle aura, a raging inferno of anger, and jumped up kick the armored head of the Black Knight, hoping snap the man's neck with the force of the kick. Unfortunately, the man's head didn't even budge, and the pigtailed martial artist winced as he felt pain in his foot, and knew he would eventually have a bruise on the spot that hit the armor. Landing back on the ground, Ranma favored his hurt foot slightly, but kept up his attack, yelling "Kachu Tenshin Amaguriken!" starting to rapidly punch at any possible places he might get passed the armor. He failed, and after 50 punches against the black metal he backed off jumping out of striking range of the Black Knight, holding his now swelling hand.
"So this is what the great Ranma Saotome amounts to? I'm disappointed" the man mocked, maniacal amusement in his voice.
Ranma growled, and started to gather his ki, focusing on depressing thoughts, since he wouldn't be able to pull anything off using his withering confidence. "Let's see how well your armor can stand Ki you bastard. Shi Shi Hokodan!" the martial artist yelled throwing out his arms and blasting his heavy ki at the armored man. He managed to make the man stumble backwards, but there was no sign of damage, the armor still looked newly polished.
"Haha, nice play boy, you managed to make me move. Unfortunately for you, my armor has been blessed by the goddess, and only other blessed weapons may harm it. Now to return the favor," the Black said, slashing the air with his sword in Ranma's direction. The pigtailed martial artist didn't expect to be hit by a blade of magic energy, thankfully only knocking the wind from him. He fell to the floor, trying to get his breath back before anything worse could happen to him.
Struggling for a breath, Ranma noticed the knight walk towards him with heavy steps. The Black Knight grasped the front of the martial artists red silk shirt, pulling him up to eye level. "Since you have nothing left in this world, you might as well come with me," he said and threw the struggling boy over his shoulder. The man in black armor took a pouch that was tied to his waist and poured some powder from the pouch into his hand.
In a last ditch effort to do anything at all, Ranma kicked the pouch out of the knight's hand, causing the powder to disperse everywhere in the room.
"What a waste," was the last thing Ranma heard before everything went black.
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Ranma awoke, feeling not too great. He had a splitting headache, his hands were swollen and his foot sported a new bruise from hitting mystical armor with all the strength he had possessed. Slowly looking around his surroundings, the pigtailed youth found himself lying on the cold stone floor in a jail cell. A very out of date jail cell he could easily break out of.
Quickly jumping to his feet, Ranma effortlessly opened the door and snuck out into the hallway. "That was simple enough," he said calmly, trying to bring his broken ego back up. Figuring that the best possible way to find an exit was to go up, he found the nearest length of stone stairs, and cautiously traveled up them. Entering the next room, it looked like it was the mess hall of an army, seeing many a medieval looking soldiers eating at stone tables. He was quickly spotted, since all the soldiers wore black, while he was wearing red.
"Hey, isn't that the prisoner that the Black Knight brought in?" one soldier asked another.
"Looks like it. Should he be out of his cell?" Ranma could only sweat dropped as he heard the soldier respond.
"Nope…. The Prisoner is Escaping!" the first soldier yelled, getting the attention of everyone else in the mess hall. "Get Him!"
"Lovely…" the martial artist muttered to himself, before jumping into action. He leaped up and used one man in black uniform as a springboard, launching over many soldiers' heads, before jumping off another head. Realizing that the air wasn't the best choice, because of the lances that were striking at him, Ranma landed near a lone soldier and wrenched a lance from the man's grip. The man toppled backward and the martial artist wielding a steel lance continued on his way, blocking every attack with the lance.
Running up another stairwell, Ranma decided it was time to loose his pursuers.
"Hehe, lets see…narrow stairway, a line of soldiers. Yup, looks like fun," the boy smirked, readying his weapon. The line of soldiers were running after him, well, they were, before Ranma pushed the first one with the butt of the lance, causing the man to fall backwards into the soldier behind him, creating a domino effect. Smiling, Ranma watched as his plan succeeded, before sprinting up the rest of the steps.
The next room Ranma came upon was a large hall, with a few great pillars supporting the gothic style ceiling. The red carpet that expanded to a large seat in which some man sat explained that he was now in the throne room of some castle he was abducted to. The man in the throne looked at him in amusement, completely relaxed in his chair.
"You must be that kid the Knight brought in, he said you have potential," the large man laughed, not taking Ranma seriously at all.
"What kind of warrior is he anyway, Black Knight?" Ranma growled hearing the name of the guy who killed his father and the Tendos. He noticed that it wasn't only him and the man on the throne in the room, but the Black Knight and a green-haired woman wearing black armor off to the side. 'What is with these people and the color black?' Ranma thought to himself.
"He's a martial artist, lord Ashnard." The king frowned slightly at that, more confused than anything.
"I thought that the Martial Arts were lost to this world," Ashnard looked at the knight questioningly, as did the green-haired woman.
"The Martial Arts were lost to this world, my lord."
The King was confused for a few moments, before he started to laugh. "I don't know how you did it, but did well," he said to the Black Knight before turning his attention back to the boy in front of him. "Well lad, let's see how good you are. Demonstrate this Martial Art you have to me." Immediately after he finished his command, Ashnard found the steel lance the boy had wielded lodged in his throne about an inch away from his face.
"I refuse, especially if you're with that guy," Ranma said, pointing accusingly at the Black Knight. Ashnard was surprised the near death experience, and then seemed amused.
"What's your name lad?" The king questioned, or rather demanded, no longer amused.
"I'm Ranma Saotome of the Saotome School of Indiscriminant Grappling."
"Well then, Ranma Saotome, you will die! Petrine!"
"Yes, my lord?" The green-haired woman responded.
"Kill him," Ashnard commanded, sentencing the pigtailed martial artist to death for defying him.
Ranma growled angrily, now he had to show his art to defend himself. The woman known as Petrine walked towards the martial artist with much confidence, wielding a red lance that seemed designed to look like a flame. Standing in a defensive stance, the martial artist watched the greened-haired get closer, before hurling the red lance at him. He easily dodged the projectile, and was thankful he did, because the space he had earlier occupied had burst into flames.
Dodging another strike from the weird lance of flames, Ranma began to formulate his plan, grinning to himself before loosing all emotion as he started his spiral.
Petrine wasn't very happy that all of her attacks kept missing. She was being made a fool in front of her king, by some kid was said to be to last martial artist in Tellius. Anger took hold of the woman and she rushed at the man, using all the skill she had to hit the man, who continued to dodge, even though he got slightly scorched by the magic fire from her lance.
Ranma reached the center of his spiral, and threw an uppercut strike, projecting his cold
Ki yelling, "Hiryu Shoten Ha!" just as the lance struck at him. Wild rushes of wind started to rush around the two warriors, and Petrine was lifted into the tornado made from fire magic and ki. Unfortunately, Ranma was caught in the magical burst of flames that came from the last strike of the lance, and was also thrown into the uncontrolled tornado. Unconsciousness soon took him as he was thrown around mercilessly in the torrent of the tornado he created.
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Walking into the oddly quiet Tendo household, one Kasumi Tendo called out, "I'm home daddy!" expecting an answer right away. She received none, and walked further into the house, looking for her father, or Mr. Saotome, since everyone else was probably at school.
"Hello? Daddy? Mr. Saotome?" she called out. "I guess they're not home. Might as well get started on preparing lunch."
Nothing could have prepared Kasumi for the sight she would see when she entered the kitchen. Not only was her father slumped against the wall dead, her two sisters had been slain as well, one on top of the other. Kasumi did the only thing she could do, she screamed and cried, until she tired herself out and fell asleep.
End A/N: Well, this is probably one of the better ideas for a Ranma ½ / Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance crossovers I have ever come up with. To be honest, in the situation, I'm not sure if killing off the family was needed, but it did seem like something the Black Knight would do. I apologize for the killing any character you feel shouldn't be, and for changing Ranma's attitude a bit, even though I think this is how he would react in this situation. If there is any ideas that anyone has, or pairing ideas, just mention it and I'll get back to you on it. Thank you for reading and constructive criticism is appreciated.