Hey I actually wrote more to this, I got out of writers block mode for it finally. The reason, I got a really nice fan letter from a fan. Well all I can say; thanks its people like you that make a writers day.
Reposted too, fixed a bit
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Wild Medal
By Firehedgehog
Chapter Two- dark pasts return
By the way, this chapter takes place after the defeat of Dr. Medaevil and the fall of the rubber robo's.
Wild Medal
By Firehedgehog
Chapter Two- dark pasts return
It had been two weeks since the rubber robo's had finally been defeated, peace was returning to a city that had almost been destroyed.
People were once again rebuilding with the help of medabots, while some had feared medabots would be destroyed because of Dr. medaevil's plans or medabot world dominion none were.
'Another beautiful day' Rokusho thought. If he had a mouth he would have been smiling. But since he didn't, well... that really didn't matter. The silk cape the nice human Karen had given him flowed around him gently in the wind; this wind brought the sweet scent of flowers and trees.
He enjoyed the sensations these scents and even the wind gave him, it reminded him that he had a soul... a soul meant he could truly feel things. He knew other medabots had souls also, he could feel it.
It was just his soul was a bit different.
'Strange, I was once human. Now I think of myself as a medabot, yet I still have my code of honor to protect the weak. I have changed in so many ways, yet that is one thing that has never changed' he thought amused, as it was Rokusho who had once been a human known as Ranma had matured.
No longer was he afraid of cats, he was glad of that... if he still had been afraid he wouldn't be able to get to know feline styled medabots.
And now, after all this time he had real friends. They were children, innocent in the ways of true betrayal. He loved to watch their bright faces; it made him wonder what his human childhood would have been like in a normal human family.
'Then there is Metabee, he is a warrior and will become very strong as time goes by' he thought, he became very amused at this point and wondered how the other beetle metal type medabot would react if he knew how strong Rokusho truly was.
'Nah, I'll save that for when I have nothing to do and bored silly' the white medabot thought, he almost giggled but stopped himself... he had the quiet serious personality to keep.
Since the day he had become Rokusho, Ranma had become very serious. As Rokusho he thought things through, mind you people thought he had no sense of humer... but he could live with that.
It was at that moment a huge crash filled the air, this caught the white medabots attention... with no time to spare he headed in the direction of the crash.
Suddenly he felt a chill go through his circuits, he didn't know why but he had a feeling that trouble was coming... and coming from his past.
***
Ikkie sneezed as he sat down in class, since the world medabot championships were over his mother was giving him the look.
If he even wanted to Ro battle ever again he would have to get his grades higher, the look she gave him was up in the category of freaky things... like the way she had got into bed with him once to get him up.
In his opinion, his mother was nuts. Well... maybe not, but she scared him sometimes.
'Strange, why did I sneeze' he thought, he rarely sneezed unless sick.
Yet... he had a feeling things were about to get interesting again.
Just then the teacher entered the room; he then passed out a test that was about a virus that had spread in Nerima quite a few years ago. He had heard quite a bit about it, and the worst part... Professor Acki had found records from the robos old base.
The robos had created the virus and spread it, because of it two thousand people had died before a cure was found... the people in Nerima who had lived had moved.
Nerima was a ghost town now.
'Question One: who was the most famous victim of the virus who vanished?' he read, he frowned as he tried to remember.
Then it came to him in a flash; the person had probably been the most powerful martial artist in the world... now what was his name...
'Oh yeah, Ranma Saotome... I remember reading some old articles about him' he thought smiling, quickly he wrote down the answer and went on to the next question and so on.
***
Rokusho would of blinked if he hadn't just stared, what he saw he had never expected... it was something he had never expected it to happen.
'This can't be happening' he thought with a sweatdrop, for in front of him was someone who had ruined his life many times.
'Ryoga' he thought in shock, he had thought the lost boy died with everyone else in Nerima. Ryoga looked older, he was in his mid twenties and for some reason his green eyes seemed to have less life in them.
And of all things he was fighting Pantyhose Taru in cursed form, it also looked older... but Rokusho knew something.
His peaceful life had decided to go to zip peaceful life.
TBC
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