Thanks for those who took the time to review chapter 1, chapter 2, and my prologue. It is time to introduce one of the main villains. Hooray! I have also changed the Chinese thing so it is easier to read. Sorry for the long wait. Due to events out of my control they should be expected from now on.
(Since it is something that is needed) Disclaimer: The characters and general story (except what are mine) all belong to Ranma ½.
Chinese
[Panda sign]
Steam in Nerima
Chapter 4
Visitors
The waterfall exploded. And not just a small explosion either. A loud rumbling sound shook the ground, and then it happened. The mountain erupted. Rocks the size of elephants and bigger shot a hundred feet into the air, as a large bright orange pillar rose out of the ground. The tour guide and her group on the mountains across from the waterfall quickly took refuge. They stayed there for what seemed like hours as the large rocks fell around them. When it was all over they were surrounded by rubble. Shrouded in darkness, the tour guide tried desperately to direct her group in the safe removal of the rubble. Then a large cracking sound filled the enclosed space and a rock split in half sending dust everywhere. A shadowy figure was just visible in the dust.
"Where is Nerima!" it wasn't a question it was a statement. The tour guide told the figure where it was and then thanked it for the rescue. The figure didn't reply. Then it jumped up and out of site. The tour guide blinked. Now that was odd. Then as she was helping everybody out through the hole she thought something else.
"I wonder why they were in such a hurry?" she would never get an answer to this question.
The girl walked slowly through the streets in the crowded market district. She had no clue where she was going but that didn't stop her feet from taking her somewhere. As she walked people gave her queer, astonished, disgusted, and even interested stares. This probably had to do with the fact that she was stark naked and had broken chains hanging from her wrists. She had no idea who she was, and no idea where she was headed. All she knew was she needed to go to Nerima. She hoped she would find answers there. Know she was here, and nothing had made itself clear. The only thing that had changed was she was now plagued by the image of a young boy with black hair and a yellow bandana laughing at her. For some reason she felt she knew this boy, but for the life of her couldn't figure out how. Then she finally stopped walking. She looked around to find out where she was. A martial arts dojo. She read the sign hanging by the large double doors.
HIBIKI DOJO
OF ANYTHING GOES MARTIAL ARTS
For some reason this sign made her think of the boy again. What could the connection be? Then she noticed that the sign looked recently nailed. She quickly reached up and using her superior strength peeled off the sign.
TENDO DOJO
OF ANYTHING GOES MARTIAL ARTS
Suddenly she felt as if she had suffered a terrible loss. But why? Could this dojo have something to do with her identity? She had to find out. Then she saw a small sign underneath the dojo sign.
In Living Memory Of Ranma Saotome
May He Never Be Forgotten.
Under this small sign was a picture of a black haired boy with a pigtail doing some sort of martial arts? Again she felt that sensation of loss. What could it be? What did these two things have to do with her?
Then she heard laughter coming from the other side of the wall, women's laughter that filled her heart with a great joy. She was unsure why, but she knew that she had to jump the wall and get closer to that voice. She quickly pulled herself onto the wall and watched the scene a yard away. A nice blue haired woman in her thirties sat on the back porch watching a small fight. A black haired man also in his thirties wearing a yellow shirt and a yellow bandana was having a sparring match with a young boy that looked just like him. The boy looked about ten, and he held his own against the other man. The woman was laughing and smiling, and the panda beside her held up signs with encouraging words printed on them. She smiled and dropped her guard. That seemed like a nice place, she would love to live there, but she had a mission. She was unsure what it was, but she knew she had one. Then something smacked into the back of her head and she fell off the wall and onto the ground. The darkness slowly surrounded her.
Ryoga noticed the woman as soon as she began to fall and rushed over to her. His son Urya quickly followed behind, but he motioned him to go back into the house. Soon he was at the woman's side and motioning for his wife to join him. The woman looked fairly familiar, but he couldn't quite put a finger on it. Then his wife arrived and he got to work right away.
Her eyes felt heavy, like little lead balls. But she had to open them. A fuzzy image came into view, but the light was to strong and she closed her eyes, groaning. Then a woman's voice was heard.
"You're awake. Good. We thought you were dead with all the cuts and bruises you had. Can you speak?"
She opened her eyes and stared at the blue haired woman from before.
"My name is Akane, what's yours?" Her mouth felt like carpet but she thought that it would be a good idea to answer. A name quickly ran through her mind, the name of the person on the gate. But that was no good, her name was.
"Sachi. My name is Sachi." Ranma-chan said happily.
NEXT TIME
"We want to challenge your dojo." The strange figure said.
"I'm sorry but we are closed tonight. Come back in the morning."
"WE WANT TO CHALLENGE YOUR DOJO." The other figure said. Akane and Nabiki appeared in the doorway. "IF YOU WON'T FIGHT US THEN WE WILL KILL YOUR WOMAN!" the figures proclaimed and grabbed both women forcing their arms behind their backs and holding them captive. "WILL YOU FIGHT NOW!"