Wild Noah Chapter 3

[Late 19th century, Edo, Japan]

A gray giant of a man with pointed ears and a sinister smile jolted suddenly in his seat at the head of a long table. Several other gray skinned people seated along the table glanced questioningly at him as akuma waiters began to cower in fear of some possible wrongdoing they had committed.

"Something wrong Millennie?" asked a little girl as she swung her feet in her chair, oblivious to the annoyed looks she was getting from the person whose legs she was constantly kicking.

After a moment to compose himself the man at the tables head spoke with noticeable confusion in his voice. "In my time as the Earl I have been able to sense the existence of all Noah in this world. Even without a host body, their spirits linger in this plane until such hosts are found. While I cannot exactly pinpoint the location of a Noah spirit until its chosen host has awoken, I feel a soft glow in my mind letting me know of their continued existence."

The Earl let out a sigh as he thought how best to continue. "As you are all well aware, our recent incarnation of Wrath, Skinn Bolick met his end at the hands of an exorcist and there detestable innocence. He is no longer among us and if my senses are correct won't be for some time."

Confusion and panic set into the eyes of the Noah at the table. "What do you mean no longer here? Of course he isn't here he has to be reincarnated and that takes a while so what's the big deal?"

Grimacing slightly the Earl of the Millennium clarifies that "While normally such a process is how it works it has become clear to me this is not the case for our Wrath. I can sense him spatially, but I can no longer find him temporally, in essence, I know his where, but not his when."

A glazed look crosses the eyes of every Noah, but one who continued lapping at her milk as if nothing was happening at all. "Sooo, umm, sorry Earl but could you try that again but in English this time?" asked a seriously perplexed Tyki Mikk as the other Noah nodded their heads along with the Noah of pleasure.

"Wrath is lost in time, he is no longer here right now, and I would know if he ever appeared in the past, which means something must have sent him to the future. How far into the future I'm afraid I couldn't tell you"

Silence filled the room as the remaining Noah began to understand what the Earl was explaining and its potential implications.

[Nerima, Japan 1995]

A panting Ranma rose from where he'd fallen after expelling enormous amounts of pure electricity from every pore in his body his shirt was torn revealing ash gray skin and bruises that were rapidly healing. His mind was being overrun with a need for violence, for pain, for Wrath.

As Ranma stood recovering from his metamorphosis and trying to deal with the powerful urges in his head. His body was wracked with a need to lash out, to rage at the world and its endless need to constantly screw him over. Glaring through golden eyes Ranma met the eyes of his nonstop pain, the source of his annoyance, the cause of his rage. He let a smile cross his lips, it grew as he realized he could fix his problems. He was truly confused about why it had taken him this long to come to such an obvious conclusion. If there was something that annoyed you, get rid of it, simple and sweet.

The rest of the Nerima Wrecking crew slowly recovered their wits. Wearily inching towards a motionless Ranma they were forced back when he grinned and let loose a wave of killing intent potent enough to be felt on the physical plane, and filling their minds with an intense terror.

Cologne recovered quickest and taking stock of the situation decided it was likely best if she made herself scarce for the moment. It hadn't happened in a long time, since before she was the Matriarch of the Amazon tribe, but she had heard the stories of ash gray beings with stigmata across their foreheads and incredible power. They hadn't been heard from in well over a hundred years, but if one was here now, even if it was Ranma, (actually especially if its Ranma, only Kami-sama knows how much the Matriarch screwed with his life) she knew better than to stay around to watch things play out.

Tensing herself atop her gnarled staff she had just enough time to begin her leap into the air before a lightning covered hand slammed her aged head into the ground sending paralyzing volts of electricity through her body in waves. Charred and spasming she twitches on the ground alive only thanks to the resilience her body has gained after hundreds of years of practicing the art.

Looking at the remaining victims, Ranma began releasing arcs of electricity that began scorching the ground and everyone around him. Badly shocked the wrecking crew is sent flying.

After several deep breaths Ranma lets out a massive scream. He tears at his face and chest creating gashes that quickly heal.

"Get out. GET OUT! Who the hell are you?!"…. more self inflicted wounds until he collapses, the battle becoming entirely internal. "I'm Ranma Saotome, and I don't lose, especially not to some second rate body snatcher! This is my body! Mine! And you can't have it!"

"So we finally meet Ranma. Your will is quite strong but it is nothing compared to the will of God. You have been chosen as host to an Apostle of Noah, you cannot fight this. I am the Noah of Wrath, and you are my new host. There is no might be, there is no 'I don't want to' or 'you can't make me' … you are my host.

Thanks for reading, please send feedback, and I will try and update more regularly from now on. I tend to start writing and then see some other fanfics and start reading those instead and suddenly its been a whole year...