From: "Linda Ward" Subject: [Ranma/SM][FanFic] The Pheonix Prince Saga Book 1, Part 1, Chapter 1 Ranma laid on the ground and stared groggily up at the sky while short skirted girls leapt and raced about overhead and around him. All through the chaos and destruction he could only come up with one thought. "How did I get dragged into all of this again?" The Phoenix Prince Saga A Sailormoon and Ranma1/2 crossover of epic proportions. Book One: The Nest Part One: A New Home Chapter 1: The Failed Wedding The dojo was in shambles. The decorations lay in tattered wisps of ash and cinder about the oft holed floor and walls. A small fire still flared up intermittently from the coals that had once made up a rather nice looking altar in the front. All in all, it was obvious that something drastic had occurred here during what should have been a happy joining of two like souls. Standing in the midst of the chaos, Ranma Saotome slowly drops to his knees and heaves a heavy sigh as he gazes over the destruction. As always, nothing had gone as planned. Shampoo he could have expected, even Kuno was no problem. The fact that he brought a real katana was, but as it was Kuno, it was handled. No, the real shocker was Ukyo. He couldn't help but sigh again as he remembered her part in this mess. He had thought that she was his friend! What a fool. Nodoka watched as her long-lost son fought to reconcile himself with what had happened here mere hours before. Akane had yet to remerge from her room where she had rushed to only minutes after the wedding was called off. Nodoka still remembered how the poor girl looked with tears staining her face red with anger as she raced from the sight of her destroyed future in her ravished gown. This time it was Nodoka who sighed. 'Perhaps it was for the best, after all. Ranma and Akane are both so young. Getting married like this, being forced into it, and everything probably would have destroyed any chance they may have had for happiness,' She thought. 'Some time apart would do them good... That's exactly it! I'll take Ranma with me when I go home, and learn just who this 'man among men' is that I call my son!' "Ranma?" "Hai, Okaa-san?" the young man in the center of the room responded, finally looking up with eyes that were much older than they should have been. "I have been thinking, son. It is time for you to come home. This time when I leave, you shall come with me." "Hai, Okaa-san. B-but whadda 'bout Akane?" "She shall remain here, of course. You need some time apart. My honorable husband and his friend have been very forceful in their attempts to get you together. This time separate may be just what you need." "Hai, Okaa-san. I gotta say that I ain't really happy with all this, though." Nodoka winced slightly at the peasant lingo issuing from her son's mouth. 'Obviously, my honorable husband does not believe that a man among men should sound like intelligent creature. Disgraceful. Something will be done about that.' "I understand that, son. However, it shall be dealt with in time. Of this, I am certain." Nodoka paused for a second, "Son, I wish a boon." "A boon? What's that?" Nodoka winced again, before continuing. "A favor, son. A boon is a favor." "Well, why didn't cha say that in the first place?! What is it?" he asked suspiciously. Nodoka suppressed a groan before continuing. "I need for you to get your many girls to promise not to come visit you for any cause during the time which you are with me." "How the hell am I supposed ta do that?! Ya don't know these girls! Shampoo's been chasing me for the past two years, Ukyo's been at it for over ten years! How the hell should I keep them away?!" "I do not know, son. All I ask is that it is done." Ranma thought about it for a moment before agreeing, albeit tentatively. "Ok. But, ya don't mean Akane, do ya?!" "Yes, most definitely not Akane." For a moment, Ranma looked ready to argue, but a glance at the bundle in Nodoka's arms quelled that thought. A disturbing thought for Nodoka, that her "man among men" son should fear for his life. "Hai, Okaa-san, it shall be done." Three days later, Ranma and Nodoka stood before the Tendo compound with their possessions. Before them stood Soun, Nabiki, Genma, and Kasumi. Akane was no where to be seen, a fact that was not lost on a bewildered Ranma. "Farewell, gracious hosts and honorable husband. I thank thee for harboring my son until I could come to retrieve him. May many honors fall upon thy house." Nodoka said with a bow. "Farewell, honorable visitor. We send with thee our well wishes and hope for a quick and safe journey home. May honor fall upon thy house." Kasumi replied with a bow, speaking for the main part of her family, as Soun was in tears. "Uh, bye y'all. It's been real... and it's... uh, been uh, fun..." Ranma began, scratching the back of his head. "But it ain't been real fun." Nabiki finished for him. "See you around, Ranma-kun. You better make sure you come back for the panda, or I'll start adding his room and board to the fees you owe me." It was as close as Nabiki ever would get to saying that she would miss Ranma. "Uh, sure." Ranma just smiled and nodded. "Um, wouldya, um that is, since Akane's not here and all, ya know. Wouldya give this to her?" Nabiki takes the proffered letter with a feral smile. "Why of course Ranma-kun! I'd be more than happy too!" "For a fee, right? Here. It's all I got on me." Nabiki just shrugs as she takes the few hundred yen and heads back in the house. "I guess that's it, Okaa-san." The two lift their bags and turn to leave. It's not for several blocks before either is heard to speak again. "So where is it that you live anyways, Okaa-san?" "Juuban, son." "Any weird stuff there?" "Oh, there are a few youma attacks here and there every once and a while. We normal people generally do not get involved though." "Good." "Why is it that you ask?" "Just wanna make sure that I'd fit in. That's all." ****** Disclaimer: Ranma1/2 and co are owned by Rumiko Takahashi. SM and co are owned by Naoko Tachuchi. All spelling errors, weird grammer and typos are mine, darn it! ;p Send any comments you may have to ami_anderson@hotmail.com Flames will be frozen (but read previous). The Dragon has Spoken. So mote it be. Want to be a pre-reader for the Pheonix Prince Saga, Aftermath, or one of my other fanfictions? Just drop me a line at ami_anderson@hotmail.com with the subject of "Pre-reader" and I'll get back to you A.S.A.P.! ;D -- Look not for me in bright of day Look not in dark of night I am but a solitary figment Alone created of your mind. - Siobhan Recca The Cybernetic Ninja From: "Linda Ward" Subject: [Ranma/SM][FanFic] The Phoenix Prince Saga Book 1, Part 1, Chapter 2 Chapter 2: The Move "Saotome Ranma! Prepare to Die!" The voice echoed and rebounded off of the walls of the narrow passageway. Ranma shucked his pack and dropped into one of his standard loose battle stances. His eyes darted about the suddenly endangering corridor. His subconscious was working overtime assessing the situation at hand. In fact, if a person could, for a short period of time, hear the inner workings of the amazing piece of the analytical engine so focused on warfare, that person just might hear something like the following. 'Item one, standard entrance speech for Kuno, Ryouga, Mousse, Pantyhose, or even Kirin. Fact one, serves as locator for possible threat to personage. Fact two, no visible opponents. Item two, judging from aural markings, tonal quality, and inflection, voice is mechanical. Fact one, unknown factor. Fact two, higher level of danger than previously assigned is noted. Danger level upgraded to Phoenix Apparent. Item three, no visible opponents, (refer also to Item one, Fact two.) Fact one, all previous opponents refuse to hide. Fact two, not like any previous opponents. Fact three, danger level higher than previously assigned. Danger level upgraded to Phoenix Ascendant. Item four, innocents within area. Fact one, closest innocent is Okaa-sama. Fact two, danger level for innocents is noted at extreme in highest regard. Fact three, code of martial artist states that innocents are to be protected. Fact four, Extreme Level Of Danger To Self Noted. Danger level upgraded to Phoenix Ultimate. Item five, danger level noted for last opponent is noted as only reaching Phoenix Ascendant Stage Two, (refer also to Opponent Record, Saffron, Phoenix. Refer also to Ally Record, Tendo, Akane, Saffron, Phoenix. Refer also to Place, Jusendo, Curse, Secondary, Akane, Saffron, Phoenix.) Fact one, danger level is currently focused at Phoenix Ultimate Stage One. Fact two, death very nearly occurred multiple times throughout battle with last opponent. Fact three, death very nearly occurred to innocents multiple times throughout aforementioned battle. Fact four, health is not at maximum at this time, (refer also to Opponent Record, Saffron, Phoenix, Battle. Refer also to Ally Record, Tendo, Akane, Inazuke, Wedding, Failure, Battle) Fact five, death is rated at over 84.1647745% likelihood to self. Fact six, death is rated at over 98.316422167234% likelihood to innocents. Course of Action? Thinking... Thinking... Thinking... Course of Action Decided. Course of Action, with 96.13623% success ratio, Is The Saotome Ultimate Move.' Which was exactly what was going on in the sub-consciousness of Saotome Ranma at that moment. Whoever said Ranma never used his head for anything but a battering ram never fought him, either with or against. Back to the moment, though. Ranma snatched his pack back up, swinging it back onto his back, then lifted Nodoka up off the ground into his arms. "It's 'bout time we're getting outta here, Okaa-san." "Saotome Ranma! You are a man among men! You will NOT run away from a honorable death in battle!" "'Honorable death in battle'?! Hell no I wouldn't run away! But, in case ya haven't noticed, there ain't no opponents here to honorably kill me! This ain't 'honorable death in battle', Okaa-san! This is dishonorable, sneaking around, belly-grubbin', cowardly scum trying to blow my ass up! And yer's to if ya didn't notice! So we're getting outta here!" With that, Saotome Ranma leapt high into the air, alighting lightly in a perfect two-point, running landing on the roof of the building next to them. He promptly ignored gravity as he leapt once more. Seven roofs, and several blocks away, a brilliant explosion lit the Nerima sky. "That was close..." Ranma and Nodoka finally set down in an alleyway within the realm of the Juuban District. Setting Nodoka on her feet, Ranma lightly dusted himself off, then reached around and tugged a foot long chunk of shrapnel out of his back pack. Finally noticing it, he tossed it off to the side with a shrug. Seeing this, Nodoka's mood visibly improved. "Well, we're here, I guess. Sorry about the trip, Okaa-san. It woulda been slower, but I hadda get ya outta there." "It is of no consequence, my son. We have arrived, and certainly faster than I had originally thought." Ranma chuckled, rubbing the back of his head lightly, before setting off. It was the end of the alleyway, not the alleyway itself which caused the problem for the juvenile martial artist and his mother. Lounging about there were six of the unsavory types that Ranma generally scorned and Nodoka avoided. Crimson Dragons, judging by the similar tattoo which embellished their bared forearms. "Eh? Lookit what we got here, boys!" chuckled the apparent leader, a tallish Asian with a mohawk hair-style and red leathers. "A couple a prizes what walked into our backyard!" Ranma had dropped his pack as soon as he had spotted the Dragons. He didn't need the extra weight slowing him down. None of them probably had anywhere near the skill or power he had, but they definitely won the numbers racket. He dropped into his favorite stance and appeared to relax slightly. "Give us all yer yen, kid, and we might think 'bout lettin ya live!" "And what if I don't wanna?" "We'll jest take it from ya! Get 'em!" As the foolish Dragons rushed her son, Nodoka stood back and watched with a smile. There was simply nothing which made the mother so proud as watching her son beat the living stuffing out of street punks. Ranma was in his element here. The alleyway was so narrow that only three of the punks could get to him at a time. With only five of the six attacking, they were severely limited as to their attacking ratios to three on one, then two on one. As it was, the first three that rushed him, were new recruits that never fought in a gym, let alone the winner-takes-all world of the street battle. They did have the distinction of lasting two minutes against one of the world's premiere martial artists before well placed blows sent them reeling into the world of unconsciousness, at least. The next two that came at him were understandably wary. They had just watched three of their members get creamed by a boy. Butterflies whipped out of sheaths and pockets and whirled their clever circles about the hands of their owners before popping blade out into the palm. Thus armed, the two would-be robbers advanced cautiously towards the smiling combative virtuoso. Ranma just let loose one of his patented lady-killer smiles and watched their distinctive sidling stride as they advanced. They were obviously blade brawlers, their silky smooth handling of the twin blades in their hands and step-cross-step way of moving, occasionally shifting weight and grip as they walked to keep balanced and dry palmed. As they came within range, Ranma's eyes narrowed, then he struck. A spinning roundhouse followed immediately by a eagle fisted right hook to the left temple eliminated the first of two. Normally, this would scare off the other opponent, but this time he just gulped dryly and kept coming. Ranma didn't care for this in the least. First fisting his hands so tight the knuckles cracked audibly, he then suddenly relaxed into a low crouch. A loose, empty hand flew towards his attacker's throat, while the other, fisted lightly, zoomed into the gut. Right before striking, the fist clenched tight, and the man folded around his hand. He would have flown off, but a firm grip on his neck ended that thought. Ranma stood, and tossed his defeated opponent aside negligently. His face was void of emotion. He hadn't wanted to be forced to such levels of violence on the poor jerk who had attacked him, but he wasn't angry at him. He was angry with the leader. The man who was at this moment aiming a gun at his head. Most intelligent people would realize that Ranma Angry was not a thing to point a gun at. Unfortunately, this man was neither intelligent or most people. No, this was an idiot with a gun. A dangerous combination. And Saotome Ranma was NOT in the mood for dangerous combinations OR idiots, with guns or not. Ranma blurred. Using the Kashuu Tenshin Amigurken speed technique on his legs instead of his arms increased his running motion ten-fold. The leader never knew what hit him. Oh, well, I suppose he knew, but he certainly didn't realize it at the time. It probably felt like a 18-wheeler after all. Ranma stood over his crushed adversary without even a hint of the levels he had just gone to evident, grinding the illegal pistol to fragments under his foot. He glared about, but when no further hint of danger met his roaming gaze, he relaxed. Turning to his mother, he smirked. She applauded. "Jeez, Okaa-san! It wasn't that good!" Two and a half hours later, Ranma was a girl and they still hadn't reached the house. The buxom, carmine tressed girl trudged along under the weight of her pack and, by this point, her mother's pack as well. She wasn't too thrilled about the idea of carrying it all for much longer. Besides, from the looks of things, they were edging back out of Juuban. "Uh, Okaa-san? Not to be disrespectful or nothin', but do ya know how to get home?" "Oh yes, son. I asked this nice, young traveler when you were yelling at poor elderly woman who splashed you." Ranma-chan visibly blanched at the thought of her mom talking to a 'nice, young traveler'. "Um, Okaa-san? By any chance did this 'nice, young traveler' have a big pack on his back with an umbrella?" "Um, yes... yes, I believe he did." "He wasn't, by any chance, wearing a yellowish tunic thingie, dingy brown pants, and a yellow and black bandana, was he?" "Yes, and he had the most adorable little fangs!" "Oh no." "What is it, son?" "Ryouga." "Ryo-who?" "Ryouga. I knew him from school when I was little." She winced, "I really wish you hadn't gotten directions from him, Okaa-san." "And why not, son?" "Ryouga couldn't find his way outta a paper bag with a knife, if ya get my drift." "No, son. I am afraid I do not." "Ryouga gets lost." "That is no reason to be rude." "No, ya don't get it! Ryouga gets lost! I mean, he can't read a map! If you tell him which way, he goes the other way! He can get lost trying to find the bathroom, for crying out loud!" "Well, why did you not say so earlier, son?" "I did. Now, can you please tell me the address so I can find it on this map?" It had taken them over six hours of travelling and stopping for direction, but they had triumphed! Finally, Nodoka's ancestral home stood, or rather loomed, before the pair in the street outside the gate. "*That's* your house?!" "Our house, son. And soon, yours and Ak... your wife's, whom ever she may be." "I never realized it was so... so... big." "That is alright, son. The Hino Residence deserves such eloquence." "Hino?! I thought this was the Saotome Residence!" "Hino is my maiden name, son. Saotome... that is your father's..." "Hino, huh? Hey! That'll work out great! I can be Hino Ranko!" "You may have a problem there, son. There are other family members in the area, who would know that you are not a Hino. It is best that you continue on as Tendo Ranko, for this time. Or Saotome Ranko, if you wish a change." "Uh.. ok, Okaa-san." "Now, why do we not enter the house and leave the street? There is hot water available in the kitchen, first room to the right as you step from the entryway. Or the furo, first room past the main stairs on the second floor. Your room is upstairs, third on the left. I shall be in the garden." With that, the pair entered and then split off to their separate paths. Ranma-chan leapt up the stairs, two at a time, and dumped her pack in the third room on the left, and her mother's two doors down. Another brief jaunt into the unknown brought her to the furo, and a waiting tub of steaming water. She washed quickly, then lowered her aching body into the sweltering water. Seconds later, Ranma, male again, relaxed against the back of the furo. 'I could get used to this. No Shampoo, no headaches, no challenges, no panda, no Nabiki or Soun, no Kuno, no Ukyo, no nutball, ... no Akane... ah, who'm I kidding? I ain't gonna get used to this. I'll be goin' back to the Tendo's after a while, then back to the chaos. I'll never escape the pull of that house. I always go back to it.' ******* Disclaimers: Ranma1/2 and co are owned by Rumiko Takahashi. SM and co are owned by Naoko Tachuchi. All spelling errors, wierd grammer, and typos are mine, darn it! ;p Send any comments you may have to ami_anderson@hotmail.com Flames will be frozen (but read previous). The Dragon has Spoken. So mote it be. Want to be a pre-reader for the Phoenix Prince Saga, Aftermath, or one of my other fanfictions? Drop me a line at ami_anderson@hotmail.com with the subject of "Pre-reader" and I'll get back to you A.S.A.P.! -- Look not for me in bright of day Look not in dark of night I am but a solitary figment Alone created of your mind. - Siobhan Recca The Cybernetic Ninja From: "Linda Ward" Subject: [Ranma/SM][FanFic] The Phoenix Prince Saga Book 1, Part 1, Chapter 3 Chapter 3: Introductions To Juuban "Son?" Nodoka's light tap and hail floated into the spacious room, just as Ranma was shrugging into a black shirt, having crossed the hall to his room in his boxers and undershirt. His fingers flew to the frogs and danced them closed all around. Then he finally opened the door. "Sorry, Okaa-san. I was finishin' puttin' on my shirt." "That is alright, son. If you would come downstairs, I have someone whom I would like for you to meet." "Ok. Lead the way, Okaa-san!" Ranma and Nodoka filed slowly down the stairs to the main room, where a young girl was sitting. Seeing the brunette sitting on the sofa, her back to them, he looked to his mother with accusing eyes. "'Kaa-san, you didn't!" he hissed. "Did not do what, son?" she replied, keeping her voice low. "I'm already engaged, 'Kaa-san!" "Foolish boy! Kino-san is not to be engaged to you! She is here as a friend, to show you around!" Nodoka glared at the black headed boy. "Gomen, Okaa-sama..." The pair walked around so that they were visible to Kino-san. She stood in response. A tall, leggy brunette with a rather pretty face, Kino-san would generally draw the eye of any self-respecting teenage boy who was worth his salt. Unfortunately for her today though, Ranma was not a normal teenage boy. Plus, he just wasn't interested in her in that way. She sighed for a second at seeing a gorgeous, built, young man in front of her, then bowed. "Konnichi wa, Saotome-san. Watashi wa Kino Makoto desu ka." "Uh, Konnichi wa, Kino-san. Watashi wa Saotome Ranma desu ka." "Pleased to meet you, Saotome-san." "Please, call me Ranma. Saotome-san is my father, not me." "Alright, Ranma-san. And you may call me, Makoto." "Hai, Makoto-san." "Ranma, Makoto-san is here to escort you around town, today." "I do not need an escort!" "She is to be your guide, Ranma." "Oh... ok." After pleasantries were exchanged, and tea drank, Makoto and Ranma left the house to journey into the Juuban District Shopping Area. "So, where to, Ranma-san?" "Uh... do you know of any training grounds?" "In Juuban?!" Finally, after trailing Makoto all over Juuban, Ranma was getting bored. Not to mention a bit hungry. Or unwilling to say "Makoto-san" again... "Say, Makoto, isn't there any good place to hang out and maybe grab a bite to eat?" "I know just the place, Ranma!" And so, Ranma was introduced to the intricacies of the life of the Crown Arcade. And some of the people who could be found there on an average day. "Mako-chan! Over here!!" yelled a blonde from across the room. Makoto led Ranma across the room to the table where four of her best friends were hanging out. They sat down in the cleared spaces. "Hey, Mako-chan! Who's your new boyfriend?!" Makoto blushed. "He's not my boyfriend, guys! Honest! I'm just showing him around. His name's Saotome Ranma. Ranma, I'd like you to meet my friends. This is Tsukino Usagi, -" Tsukino-san jumped up and bowed rapidly, somehow managing to grab Ranma's hand and shake it at the same time. "You can call me Usagi, Saotome-san!" "Arigoto, Usagi-san. Please, everyone call me Ranma." "Hai, Ranma-san!" chorused the table. "- Aino Minako, -" The other blonde waved with a big grin. "Just call me Minako, Ranma-san! I'm sure we'll be great friends!" "Ah... h-h-hai, Minako-san..." "- Hino Rei, -" The raven haired girl stood and offered her hand to Ranma, who shook it. "Pleased to meet you, Ranma-san. You may call me Rei." "Arigoto, Rei-san. By any chance do you happen to know a Hino Nodoka?" "Auntie Nodoka? She's papa's sister. Why do you ask?" Ranma let loose with one of his lady killer smiles, instantly winning the unattached girls, and a couple of the attached ones for an instant. "She's my mother. It's good ta meetcha, cousin!" Rei went into a sort of shock. "- Ah, and this is -" "Akane?! What're ya doin' here?!" "No, no, no, her name's Ami... Mizuno Ami." Ranma flushed. "Gomen, Mizuno-san. It's just that you look so much like my inazuke, Tendo Akane. Have you two ever met?" Everyone at the table kind of deflated when they heard he was engaged. Well, everyone but Ami... "Please, call me Ami. No, I am afraid I have not had that distinctive pleasure, Ranma-san. Though it is a great compliment to hear that I resemble your true love in some fashion." "True love?! As if! She's just a kawaiikunee tomboy, who's too violent for her own good, can't swim, is flat as a stick, built like a brick, and on top of all that, she can't stay outta trouble ta save her life!" "B-b-but, you said she's your inazuke..." Usagi. "Yeah, pops and Tendo-san arranged it when we were little..." "So, you don't like each other?! Not even in the least?!" Minako. "Like her? Well, yeah, I like her... I mean, she's stood up for me 'n helped me out lots, 'n stuff like that, so, yeah, I suppose I do like her 'n all. I just always thought ya hadta more than like a person ta get married and all! I mean, if all ya hadta do was like a person to get married and live happily ever after, I'da married Ucchan a looong time ago!" "U-u-ucchan...?" Makoto. "Yeah, Kuonji Ukyo. Pop engaged me to her for her pop's yatai and then ditched her. She was... is... no, was, my best friend. However, she blew up mine 'n Akane's wedding, which wasn't cool, so I can't really see her as a friend no more." "She blew up your wedding?!" Usagi. "How many inazuke do you have, Ranma?!" Minako. "Uh, yeah, with Okonomiyaki bombs and, at last count, three that I know about and one nutball." "T-t-three?" Minako. "Nutball?" Makoto. "Okonomiyaki bombs??" Ami. "Three, Shampoo, she's Chinese Amazon, and it was an accident, honest! I didn't mean to beat her! Ukyo, and Akane. Nutball is psycho rich bitch named Kuno Kodachi who thinks I'm engaged to her. Likes to poison things and if you ever meet her, don't accept anything from her, but especially not roses! They got stuff in 'em! Okonomiyaki bombs is a result of Ukyo's school of martial arts." "School of Martial Arts?" Makoto. "How'd you survive getting blown up?!" Usagi. "Kuno? I think I've heard of her in my botany classes." Ami. "Chinese Amazon?" Minako. "You only know about three?!" Rei. "Yeah, martial arts. I know about maybe ten people who aren't martial artists. I'm the heir to the Saotome School of Anything Goes Martial Arts and my mother's school now, I guess. Akane's the heir to the Tendo School of Anything Goes Martial Arts and Dojo. Ukyo is the heir to the Kuonji School of Martial Arts Okonomiyaki. Shampoo is the sorta the Heir to the Joketsuzoku Amazon Martial Arts Techniques, her great-grandmother, Cologne is the Head Matriarch of the village. Kuno is the Heir, or maybe the Grandmaster, of the Kuno School of Kendo, or something like that anyways. Ryouga is the wandering Grandmaster of the Hibiki School of Indiscriminate Grappling. So, as you see, we're all pretty much up there. Besides, haven't ya ever heard of the Nerimian battles?" "No, I don't think so..." Makoto. "Well, I'm sure something will end up happening around here. Those kind of things usually tend to follow me about." "Well, I don't know about the rest of you but I heard someone talking about how the Crimson Dragons got trashed in a fight! They keep claiming that a youma attacked them and they fended it off, but I don't believe that!" Minako. "Crimson Dragons? Those wouldn't be a bunch of punks in red with a red dragon tattooed on their forearms, would it?" "That description sounds correct, Ranma-san." Ami. "Oh... they weren't important were they?" "You mean besides beating people up and stealing from school kids? No." Rei. "Good. Now I don't feel so bad about knocking them around. They tried to rob Okaa-san!" "By the Moon! I heard they had a gun!" "Maybe." Ranma glanced up at the clock. "Geez, it's getting late. I better get home. School tomorrow. Yuck." Ranma stood and bowed to his hosts. "Glad to meetcha all. I hope I'll see y'all again. Bye!" Then Ranma dashed out of the arcade and back towards home. The next morning, Ranma was up with the sun. A quick workout, bath, change into a gray version of his usual getup, and a delicious breakfast from his mother saw him out and about on his way to his new school, teachers, classes, and classmates. A brief stop by the principal's office for his schedule then off to homeroom. He waited outside of the door for a moment, before being called in. "Class, today I would like you to meet a new transfer student from the Nerima District. He has been assigned to this class until such time that he may be transferred to a class more receptive of his age. This is Saotome Ranma." "Pleased to meet y'all." "Tell us something about yourself, Saotome." "Um.. ok. I've been training in martial arts since I was three years old, since I'm the heir to the Saotome School of Anything Goes Martial Arts. I've traveled around the world on foot. Twice. In the name of training. I spent two years journeying through China to learn the arts there. I used to live at the Tendo Dojo, but I recently moved in with my mother. Currently, I am engaged to Tendo Akane, the heir to the Tendo School of Anything Goes Martial Arts, in order to combine the two schools into one with our children. Uh.. is that enough?" "Quite, Saotome-san. If you could just take that empty seat next to Hino-san, then all will be fine. Hino-san, if you could please stand?" "Oh, that's alright, Sensei. I can find my cousin just fine." "Cousin? You are related to Hino, Saotome?" "Of course, her pop and Okaa-san are brother and sister." "Oh yes. That is correct. Nodoka-san spoke to me about you. Thank you, Saotome-san. You may take your seat now." Ranma flopped into his seat, and proceeded to zone out everything in a martial arts mediation procedure. Much to the sensei's ire, the young Saotome managed to deflect anything thrown at him without waking up, or looking stupid. Eventually, the sensei, like every other one that had attempted to teach Ranma when he didn't want to learn, gave him up as a lost cause and went on trying to teach the savable members of the class. Rei, normally the teacher's pet, spent the entire class period, and much of the rest of the day, sending her gatherings about her newfound cousin to the Sacred Fire at the shrine. End Part One ******* Disclaimers: Ranma1/2 and co are owned by Rumiko Takahashi. SM and co are owned by Naoko Tachuchi. All spelling errors, wierd grammer, and typos are mine, darn it! ;p Send any comments you may have to ami_anderson@hotmail.com Flames will be frozen (but read previous). The Dragon has Spoken. So mote it be. Want to be a pre-reader for the Phoenix Prince Saga, Aftermath, or one of my other fanfictions? Drop me a line at ami_anderson@hotmail.com with the subject of "Pre-reader" and I'll get back to you A.S.A.P.! -- Look not for me in bright of day Look not in dark of night I am but a solitary figment Alone created of your mind. - Siobhan Recca The Cybernetic Ninja From: "Linda Ward" Subject: [Ranma/SM][FanFic] The Phoenix Prince Saga Book 1, Part 2, Chapter 1 Part Two: Life Struggles On Chapter 1: Practice At The Saotome Residence Nodoka awoke on the first Sunday that Ranma was a member of her household not to the peaceful sounds of silence that she generally associated with a languid awakening on a tranquil Sunday morning. Far from it in fact. This morning she awoke by leaping straight up out of bed, scrabbling for the ancestral Hino Katana. Which of course, she fumbled as soon as she got a hold of it. A light rosen hue tinted her cheeks for a moment as she looked down at the katana sticking up out of the floor at her feet. Then another cry from the outside called to her. A brief tug-o-war with the floor regarding the possession of the ancient blade later, she raced out the door to the backyard, following the sounds to their source with a hopefully firm grip on the katana. The sight that met her questing eyes was a disturbing one. Her son was engaged in the Art of massive destruction. Rubble from what had once been three stacks of cinder blocks covered the yard and garden. Dust was everywhere. As she watched, he completed another set of moves against a forth stack and destroyed them with a loud ki-yah. At least that is what it seemed. He had just finished striking the bricks several times, then stepped back and yelled at it, and they exploded. If that wasn't enough for Nodoka's poor mind, he looked quite proud of himself at the destruction as well. It was all a mother could do not to run screaming at him with blade upraised. Well, all a mother and a rather clumsy kendoist could do. She didn't really feel like loosing a hand over the mess. Or her head for that matter. That's not saying that she had no other option though. "Son?" Ranma paused in the middle of a kata, paused eerily in balance standing on one foot perched on the large stone centerpiece of the garden while the other hooked in the air. He looked to his mother curiously, not bothering to lower his floating foot. "Hai, Okaa-san?" Nodoka spoke with deceptive calm. Outside, she was the calm and cool mother that he had ever known. Inside, she was a raging maelstrom of fury at the destruction her only begotten son had done to her beautiful garden. "What are you doing, Son?" Ranma blinked. Wondering where she was going, or maybe just if she was playing with all of the game pieces, he lowered his foot and straightened up. "I'm practicin', Okaa-san." "Practicing what, Son?" "My Art. Why?" "Why do you question me, Son?" "'Cause I wanna know why yer askin' me dumb questions!" Ranma wasn't mad, just frustrated, but how was Nodoka to know something like that? She had only recently met the disillusioned man who's father had taken away from her so very long ago. She didn't have the inside advantage that many mother's shared over their children because of this. Unfortunately, this generally translated as misinterpretation of the facts. "Saotome Ranma! Do not send your wrath at me! I am your mother! I am allowed to know these things!" Ranma was slowly edging into anger, but he kept his mouth shut for once and just let his self-proclaimed mother rant. "First, I am alarmed into wakefulness thinking that my home is under assault from ninjas or something! Then I come outside to find that my first assumption was incorrect! My home is not under assault from ninjas or anything like that! My home is under assault from the most unexpected of sources! My home is under assault from my son! Because what do I find?! I find that my garden, which I have spent countless amounts of time and effort on, destroyed! Rubble everywhere! Dust everywhere out here and inside my clean house! What do you expect me to think, Son?! You have destroyed in one morning what has taken me over fifteen years to create!" Ranma didn't feel angry anymore. Just really, really guilty. "Now I am going to have to spend my entire day fixing this ... this mess you have created of what was once beauty! I had meant to spend the day getting to know my son better, but apparently he has better ideas upon how to spend his time! Well, son since apparently you cannot keep from destroying things here this morning, perhaps you should take yourself and your Art elsewhere!" Ranma, despite what most people said about him, was not an idiot. He knew when he wasn't wanted around. A quick hop up into his room gave him some cash for lunch, and possibly dinner if Nodoka was still furious by then, then he leapt to the street and began to run. He had a general idea of where he was going. There had been a park that Makoto had shown him yesterday. It was quiet and pretty secluded. He figured that he could probably do some training there, if not at home. Maybe even a few ki practices. 'Alright. Now, if I focus on the Soul of Ice technique and my Moko Takabushi at the same time, maybe I can figure out a way to use a cold attack like the Toppatsu Higi Hyouga Reppou Soku without being shoved in a freezer for several hours.' Saotome Ranma was thinking. Something that generally didn't seem to happen to the youthful martial artist, but nevertheless that was what he was doing. The ebon haired, god-like warrior sat in sezia in the middle of a out of the way glade in the park. His eyes were closed and his expression completely neutral. This, his position, and his style of clothing are the most likely cause of why he was not disturbed. He appeared to be meditating. After a time, the continued focus of ki within and around him began to have physical effects. In other words, he began to radiate a rather bright and visible aura in a extreme area of the visible light spectrum, edging noticeably into ultra-violet. The brilliant, silvery light which now surrounded him skidded back and forth between visible and invisible spectrums of light, causing a strange shimmering to fill the air from the intense cold. Of course, as he was sitting in Juuban District, home of the Sailor Senshi and the site of much assorted weirdness in the form of ki and magic manipulative youma, it was probably not the best of times, or places. Not too many blocks away, in the apartment shared by Dahlia Mizuno-san and her daughter, Ami, an almost subsonic beeping sound began to ring in the cerulean tinted room that belonged to the youngest resident. The apartment's sole occupant reached out of the cave of bed sheets she had created, groped blindly about, and, finally, drug the offending object to where she could peer at it, still bleary-eyed despite it being nearly noon. It figured. She finally managed to crawl into bed after spending a straight 36 hours studying, and what happens? Senshi business, that's what. Sometimes she had to seriously ponder exactly what it was that kept her from giving it all up. The answer was always the same though, no matter what happened. She had to, because no one else would, could, do it for her. Finally alert again, or at least not asleep, she pops the top of the miniaturized supercomputer. There, blinking its crimson blotch on the Juuban map, a massive power surge. Sure, maybe the ID of the blip was a bit strange. And the location was prone to attacks from various, and progressively higher powered youma, so going by herself would probably be a bad idea. However, this time Mizuno Ami, the strategic human supercomputer of the Sailor Senshi, didn't really care about any of that. She set the Mercury Computer to alert the others in a short time, just before raising a sapphire pen to the heavens and crying out a simple phrase that made a world of difference. "Mercury Crystal Power, make up!" As the waters flashed and crystallized around her, she debated seriously about her current choice of action. Notwithstanding all of that, she finally came to the proprietorship of two facts. One, she was rather annoyed with this whole mess. And two, somebody had woke her up after she had finally managed to crawl into bed for some much needed slumber. Any other mitigating factors were shoved to the side or disqualified in the face of one singular overwhelming Truth. Someone or something was gonna pay big time for waking her up! Mercury dropped to the ground 200 meters from where Ranma sat secluded, having kept to the roofs and upper branches of localized trees to avoid the gossiping public. The park was empty of any visitors, even though it was a beautiful day. This fact Mercury attributed to the fact that the grove she was rapidly approaching was emanating waves of palatably frigid air. Even 150 meters away, she could feel the first touches of frost forming on her costume. She shivered when she thought of how bad it would have to be closer to the epicenter. Mercury came to a halt, at long last, within the arctic confines of the frozen, beech ringed grove. A ice covered humanoid figure sat in sezia in the middle of the grove. It didn't move, threatening or otherwise, but that didn't stop Mercury from making a speech to it. "You woke me up!! You are going to pay for that!!" Ok, so maybe it wasn't much of a speech... Looking back on the events that occurred at that moment, Mercury would eventually realize how insanely stupid it had been to try to physically attack her opponent when she knew absolutely nothing about it. But from that day on, she always claimed it was the sleep deprivation acting, not her. That never did stop the others from teasing her about it though. ******* Disclaimers: Ranma1/2 and co are owned by Rumiko Takahashi. SM and co are owned by Naoko Tachuchi. All spelling errors, wierd grammer, and typos are mine, darn it! ;p Send any comments you may have to ami_anderson@hotmail.com Flames will be frozen (but read previous). The Dragon has Spoken. So mote it be. Want to be a pre-reader for the Phoenix Prince Saga, Aftermath, or one of my other fanfictions? Drop me a line at ami_anderson@hotmail.com with the subject of "Pre-reader" and I'll get back to you A.S.A.P.! -- Look not for me in bright of day Look not in dark of night I am but a solitary figment Alone created of your mind. - Siobhan Recca The Cybernetic Ninja From: "Linda Ward" Subject: [Ranma/SM][FanFic] The Phoenix Prince Saga Book 1, Part 2, Chapter 2 Chapter 2: The First Struggle As soon as her glove incased fist touched the ice shroud, it moved. With a convulsive shudder that threw her away from it, it shattered its ice covered form and reemerged from its glacial cocoon. Ranma-chan stretched for a moment, knocking off the stray piece of ice here and there. A brief twisting of her body cleared the rest of herself of ice. She yawned, popped her neck, and cracked her knuckles before settling into a loose fighting stance. Looking at her opponent she blinked a couple of times, then shrugged. "Look. I don't know who the hell ya are, or what the hell ya want with me now, but if it's a fight ya want, it's a fight yer gonna get!" By this time, Mercury had regained her feet, and some of her scattered wits. She realized closing in on the redhead would equal pain for her, so she refrained from doing so. A quick scan showed power levels up around those of Usagi's second or third readings. Nothing like what she was at now, but powerful by itself nonetheless. "Mercury Aqua Rhapsody!" "Whatcha gonna do? Sing me ta sleep?!" Minutes later, Ranma-chan was watching the blue skirted soldier of love and justice with new found respect, and no little amount of curiosity, in her eyes. She had just barely dodged that first attack. Her arm still stung from where she hadn't quite dodged well enough. Now, if only she could get the girl to use it a couple of more times. As the pair circled each other, Mercury was thinking franticly of ways to hold out till the others could get there. She had never faced such a fast opponent before! She was beginning to get worried. "Ya couldn't hit the broad side of a barn!!" "Mercury Aqua Rhapsody!" "Yattai!" The blast impacted full force into a smiling Ranma-chan's chest, hurling her backwards to crash into, and through, several trees. For a moment, Mercury almost believed that she had won. Then an eerie chuckling floated through the grove from where Ranma-chan had landed. Mercury stared in disbelief and abject shock as an uninjured Ranma-chan pulled herself out of the crater she had formed and grinned mischievously at her. "So that's how you do it..." Mercury, tired both physically and magically, panicked. "Mercury Sorairono Ekusutashii!!" The Azure Ecstasy, basically a super-powered Rhapsody, powered with all of her strength behind it flew towards the unmoving Ranma-chan, who merely held up her hands. "Saotome Ryu Sentaku, Naminooyu!" The cascade of boiling ki washed over the blast of ice and the two cancelled each other out, knocking the two casters back. Mercury looked at Ranma-chan with an overwhelming sense of horror and dread filling her. She had lost, miserably, both to her stupid pride and ignorance. She laid back on the ground in surrender and stared at the sky. Ranma-chan stood in confusion. Her pride at learning a new move was completely cancelled out for once by the state of confusion her opponent's actions had landed her in. In her entire life no one had ever just... given up! She didn't know what to think of this new development in the situation. So, she just stood there dumb-founded and pondered the situation. At least, that's what she did if you call standing stock still with your jaw dangling around your kneecaps pondering. The tableau had effectively frozen in place, making it look disturbingly like Mercury was about to be either raped by a leering Ranma-chan, or that she was submitting to her, with her fuku torn from ice. Not very good either way. Unfortunately, this was the scene that Sailors Moon, Jupiter, and Venus walked in on. Then matters were made even worse as they immediately were sucked into the "Ranma-dilemma". They jumped to the wrong conclusion. "Mercury! How COULD you?!" wailed the blonde-headed princess of the moon. It was just the thing needed to shatter the scene. Mercury snapped around. "Moon! Thank the Heavens! Help!" Which, of course, caused them to jump to the other wrong conclusion. "PERVERT!!!" Ranma-chan reacted in the traditional manner to hearing people yelling pervert when Happosai wasn't around. Which, didn't help. Jupiter screaming out an attack phrase did though. "Supreme Thunder!" "Moko Takabushi!" The searing ball of super-heated plasma impacted violently with the scarlet missile of super-confident ki. Needless to say, neither one went where they were intended. The plasma charge smashed nastily through several trees, while the ki sphere handily disbursed, giving everyone in the grove a rather nasty feeling blast, but not debilitating enough to knock out anyone but Mercury. "Venus Love Me Chain!" The name of the attack was enough to seriously worry Ranma-chan at first, but the rather intriguing links flying past her face as she hopped and weaved about trying to dodge slowly knocked that out of her system. She began moving slower, a strange smile on her face as she started flipping deliberately around the chain. "Would you just hold still and let me hit you?!" Venus screamed at the rapidly moving Ranma-chan. Ranma-chan altered her dodging just enough so that she could throw Venus a confused look. "Now, why would I want to do something so utterly stupid as to stand still and let you beat on me with a whip made of chain?" "You know, she's got a point, Venus." Jupiter commented, nursing a burnt hand and watching the goings-on with a distracted sort of interest. "Hey, Goldie! Mind if I borrow this for a couple of days? Thanks!" Ranma-chan piped up suddenly, snatching the chain out of mid-air and hiding it somewhere. "Hey! Waitasec!" Moon had had enough. First this show-off had tried to ... to... she didn't even want to think about it... to Mercury, then she did something that hurt for crying out loud, and now she was stealing her fellow Senshi, not to mention good friend, Venus' Love Me Chain?! This was way too much. She snatched up a branch that had landed near her, and scared the hell out of her, when Jupiter's Supreme Thunder had blown up the trees. Spinning around, she blasted it at Ranma-chan. "Moon Frisbee!" Unfortunately for her, her excellent attack with its perfect form was met only by trees. Ranma-chan had already vanished from the grove. Ranma, after a quick stop at a coffee shop for a glass of hot water, veritably flew home from the park. When he finally reached the gates, he didn't even bother opening them. With a quick leap, rounded off with a tight, mid-air somersault, he was over and leaning against the wall. It was happening again. The craziness of his life had followed him. He knew that he should have expected it, but it usually took longer than this. He would have spent a few moments longer pondering his situation, but just then Nodoka stepped from the house. ******* Disclaimer: Ranma1/2 and co are owned by Rumiko Takahashi. SM and co are owned by Naoko Takauchi. All spelling errors, wierd grammer, and typos are mine, darn it! ;p Send any comments to ami_anderson@hotmail.com Flames will be frozen (but read previous). The Dragon has Spoken. So mote it be. Want to be a pre-reader for the Pheonix Prince Saga, Aftermath, or one of my other fanfictions? Drop me a line at ami_anderson@hotmail.com with the subject of "Pre-reader" and I'll be sure to get back to you A.S.A.P.! :D -- Look not for me in bright of day Look not in dark of night I am but a solitary figment Alone created of your mind. - Siobhan Recca The Cybernetic Ninja