[Ranma/Tenchi][FanFic] The Girl Who Wasn't and the Princess Who Was
Darwin Cruz
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Insert standard disclaimer here:
A fan fiction based on Takahashi Rumiko's Manga series, Ranma
1/2. The characters of Ranma 1/2 are the property of Takahashi
Rumiko and her licensees.
Disclaimer: All characters portrayed in this story are owned by their
respective creators and companies. I don't own any of them. Please don't
sue me.
Genra: Ranma/Tenchi Muyo Alternate Reality, cross-over.
Ver: 1.00
Created: July 7 1999
The Girl who wasn't and the Princess who was.
Chapter 1.
It was a peaceful night at the Tendo residence.
Alone in the dojo, Ranma sat enjoying the moment which was all too rare.
Given an hour ago, anyone passing by would have heard the yells and screams
of 'tomboy' and 'pervert'. And who can forget the resounding battle cry of
'Ranma no Baka!'
It was another fight, just like the others in a long string of never
ending mayhem. Ranma shook his head which, had yet another lump in it thanks
to Mallet-sama'. And that was the problem. In over the past year in staying
in the Tendo home, he and Akane were still fighting as if he had just gotten
there the day before.
"Nothing changes..." he sighed. It had been two months since the failed
wedding attempt. He had hoped that with such a drastic event, everyone would
finally seen things in focus and realize that things had just gone too far.
He had also hoped against hope that Ukyou . Shampoo and Kodachi would finally
give up on him, and that Akane and he could finally come to an understanding.
"If only she wasn't so jealous, and short tempered, and could cook,
and..."
Things seemed to look better the first week after the wedding. Both
Shampoo and Ukyou had apologized for the destruction they caused. Akane had
even stopped hitting him. But paradise didn't last, and then things got back
to 'normal'.
The bickering, the arguing, the rivalries, all of it came back in full
force. He had forgiven everyone for all the trouble that they had caused, and
everyone took it as a sign to resume what they had been doing before.
Shampoo was back to her 'glomp of death', his father and Mr. Tendo were back
hounding him about the engagement, and Akane was back to sending him on one
way trips into the great blue yonder.
Ukyou had come by that afternoon. Before she left, Ukyou had dropped off
one of her specials for him. As luck would have it Akane came home just in
time to run into the 'cute' fiancé. Seeing the package, the inevitable
argument began. It ended with his foot in his mouth, and Akane's mallet on
his head.
And that brought him back to the present.
"The Kami must hate me!" He groaned feeling the dull ache in his head.
"A yen for your thought's Ranma?" a voice asked.
Facing the direction from where the voice came from Ranma saw it's
source. "Hi mom."
The handsome woman looked at her son fondly. Nokoda, matriarch of the
Satome clan was dressed in her usual kimono and the ever present Saotome
family blade was strapped to her back.
"Do you want to talk about it?" She asked taking a seat in the dojo next to
him.
"I'm just trying to figure out why my life is so messed up." He said.
"Oh, is that all." Nakoda said smiling.
"You think I'm being silly don't you?"
"Not at all dear. But the way you put it it seems that the weight of the
world is on your shoulders."
"Well it feels like it. "
"Is it because of the argument that you and Akane had. My son these things
happen..."
"But they've been happening for the past year now. After all we gone through,
Anake and I are still at each other's throats. Then there's Ukyou and
Shampoo. They're still after me, they just don't give up. And I don't even
want to mention Kodachi. If any or all of them ever get together everything
just explodes. "
Ranma frowned. "Things have gotten so out of hand. I just don't know
what do any more. It's like my life is a leaking roof. I have on drip coming
down so I get a bucket to catch the water. But when I get there another drip
pops up. When I get a bucket for that two more appear and it just keeps going
from there. I can't keep up anymore, and I'm all out of buckets."
Nokoda had never seen this side of her son before. He was best know for
his brashness, and arrogance. Ranma's tenacity, his refusal to give up in
front of any odds, was his trademark. But what Nokoda heard now, the tone of
his voice. It conveyed the loneliness and despair within his heart.
Doing only what a mother could do, she held him close to her and gently
rocked him. "I never knew Ranma, I never knew..." Nakoda cursed herself.
Her dreams, which she shared with Genma of joining the two families had
blinded her from her son's pain. She had only the best intentions, wishing
that Ranma have a good wife by his side as he walked the road of life. She
had become quite fond of Akane during her time with the Tendos. With the
wedding, her wishes were almost realized, but with that disaster, and now
this... Her eyes were now open.
"Thanks mom, I needed that." He quickly wiped his eyes. 'Crying was
un-manly' he reminded himself.
"Ranma, tell me something." Nakoda spoke. "What do you want to do?"
"What do you mean?"
"I just wanted to know. If you could do anything you wanted. What would
it be?"
"I-I don't know..." He frowned. "What do you want me to do mom? I'll do
what ever you want."
"Oh, Ranma." She let out a rich laugh. "You are my treasure, and I am
so proud that you are my son. I know that , that which you hate most is to see
those whom you care about hurt. But I understand now that you can't live your
life based on the wishes of others."
"Mom..."
"Now close your eyes. That's right. Clear your mind. Forget about the
engagements, the fights, the problems. Think about what you want, Ranma. Look
deep in your heart. What is it that you wish with your life?"
With his eyes shut, Images flashed through his mind. Akane smiling at
him. Ukyou fixing him an okonomiyaki, even fighting with Ryoga. The
pictures jumbled in his mind. Then one by one they faded away leafing only
one image. It was what 'he' wanted.
"I... I want to find a cure for my curse." He said simply.
"I know your feelings for the other girls, but what about Akane? I know
that you care for her the most, though you still wish to hide it."
"I care about her a lot... but I don't want to get married yet. At
least not that way I am now. When I do get married I don't want any one
forcing me to do so, and I want to be cured. And maybe then it might be
her..."
Nakoda nodded her head. "I'm glad to hear you make your own decisions
now. You've grown to be a fine young man. Is it any wonder why the girls
chase you so?"
"Well, what good does it do me? You know how pop and Mr. Tendo feel
about the engagement. And besides, that family honor is at stake also. I
can't leave my responsibility. I'm right back where I started. Nothing
changes..." He sighed in resignation.
Nokoda studied her son, her expression serious. In a few moments she had
come to a decision. The hardest decision that she had to ever make. But her
mind was clear. 'Sometimes you just had to let go of the things you love
most'
"Don't be too sure of that Ranma. To live, is to embrace change."
"I guess..." he said, unconvinced.
From the house Kasumi's voice could be heard. "Everyone, dinner is
ready."
"Ranma." Nakoda spoke, stopping her son from getting up. "Sit with me
for a while longer. We rarely get to be together like this." 'And these
times will get rarer still' she thought to herself.
"Sure mom, I'd like that too."
****----***----****
"Another excellent dinner, Kasumi" Genma said patting his paunch.
"Just like your dear mother use to make!" Soun seconded, suppressing a
sob.
"Thank you Mr. Saotome. Thank you father." Kasumi said getting up.
"Would anyone like some more tea?"
"Kasumi dear, could you sit down for a moment? Every else please remain
seated. I have an announcement to make." Nakoda said.
All eyes turned to the older woman with interested looks. Ranma raised
en eyebrow. After their talk at the dojo, his mother had been unusually
quiet. Barely making conversation at the dinner table, only to approve of
Kasumi's meal. Even as he had fought his father over the meal for the pieces
of food, he read a troubled expression on her face which no one else seemed to
notice.
"What's up mom?" He asked a bit warily.
"Ranma, this evening when we talked at the dojo, I finally understood
what you are facing and the stress it has put on you. What was once a time
honored tradition of engaging your child to another in hopes of bettering
their lives, has turned into a circus. The multiple fiancée's, the bitter
disputes, and the curses have brought nothing but chaos and destruction into
your life. The failed wedding is proof of this." She paused to glare at her
husbuand.
Genma who was sitting Nakoda was beginning to sweat. His eyes darted
around the room looking for quick exits for an escape.
Nakoda continued. "In trying to do what was best for my son, I made the
mistake of neglecting to ask him what he thought what was best for him. I plan
to remedy this mistake. Tonight I asked my son what 'he' wanted. I had
judged him as a man, and a man is responsible enough to make his own
decisions. Because of this, I have decided to no longer support the
engagement to the Tendo's, or any of the engagements the my idiot husband has
agreed to."
There was silence as everyone's minds raced to digest what Nakoda had
just said. Both Genma and Soun looked wide-eyed, disbelieving what they had
hears. Nabaki's eyes narrowed, thinking of the repercussions that would soon
follow. Akane felt a hollowness grow within her. The hundreds of times
which she had declared of never wanting to marry Ranma were coming back to
haunt her.
Ranma was just as shocked as the rest of the family. For almost the last
two years, his existence had revolved around the engagement to Akane. Now,
the world was being turned upside down. 'Things are changing...'
It was Kasumi who broke the silence. "Oh my!" And the room exploded.
"The two houses must be joined!" Genma and Soun echoed
"Why don't you ask Ranma what he wants?" Nakoda suggested
"It doesn't matter what the boy wants! This is a matter of honor!" Genma
said clenching his fist in a noble pose.
"Ranma, you do want to marry my daughter Akana? Don't you?" Soun
pleaded. He was on the verge of bursting into tears.
Ranma glanced back and forth between his father, Mr. Tendo and his
mother. Then he saw Akane's face."
"Ranma?" the youngest Tendo daughter questioned. Her expression was void
of any emotion.
"Akane, I..."He felt himself faltering. Then his mother's words came to
him. '...you can't live your life based on the wishes of others.'
"Akane, I don't want to marry you. I'm not ready for it. I want to do
some things for myself first. Like fine a cure for my curse. I'm sorry..." He
turned his face away, and looked down at the floor.
"I see..." she said. Her voice was cracking. She got up from the table.
"...please excuse me everyone. I-I have some homework I heed to finish..."
She quickly ascended the stairs, hurrying so that no one would see the tears.
"Now the two schools will never be joined!!!" Soun whaled, as soon as
Akane left.
"Chear up Soun!" Genma said consoling his friend. "Ranma might not marry
Akane, but you still have two other daughters."
The two remaining girls looked at each other.
"Father." Kasumi said.
"Daddy." Nabiki said.
Before either could continue, Nakoda interjected. "Don't fret yourselves
girls. No one will force you into a marriage you don't want either. "
They both looked at her gratefully, and quickly excused themselves.
"Genma, I said that I would no longer support the engagements." She said
dangerously.
"But dear, " Genma said, cringing from his wife. "The honor of the
Satome family is at stake. The pledge that Tendo and I made stated that our
children would marry to unite the schools. I can not take back my word. To
do so would plunge the Saotome name into shame."
"And what about the other engagements? Did you plan on just conveniently
forgetting them?
"Well I... er..." Grabbing a glass of water, he splashed himself. He
pulled out his sight saying <I'm just a cute panda.>
Nakoda shook her hear wearily. "Genma you foolish man you. How could you
have been so careless with our son's welfare? Your unthinking actions have
forced my hand." She paused trying to compose herself.
"So that my son will be free of the obligations that my husband has
unjustly placed on him, and so that the Saotome honor can be maintained, I
here by disown my son Ranma from the Saotome clan.
"Mom!" Ranma gasped. A faint "Oh my." Was heard from upstairs. "Genma!
Do something!" Soun begged. Panda sign. <Nakoda, be reasonable!>
"I'm sorry Ranma, but this is the only way. " Nakoda said.
"But I don't want to lose you."
"Lose me? No Ranma, you can never lose me. I have loved you since that
day you were born. I have loved you though we were apart for ten years, and I
shall always love you. Your life is your own now Ranma. What you make of it
is up to you."
"Thank you mother." He gave her a hug.
"That will be the last that you will be able to call me that Ranma. And
this will be that last time that I can call you my son..."
Giving her a kiss on the cheek, Ranma got up and ran up the stairs to
pack his things.
(------------------------------------------------------------------)
It was a clear day.
At least it was clear now. A spring shower had come by earlier, lasting
only long enough to soak a certain martial artist and trigger a certain curse.
Ranma wasn't surprised. She was use to being a 'water magnet'.
Ranma took a deep breath of the fresh air. She marched along with a firm
stride. She wore her usual red shirt and ankle tied black pants. She also
carried a massive backpack holding the few wordily possessions he had.
Sunlight filtered down through the emerald branches of the trees painting the
ground in marble pattern of light and shade. She enjoyed the quiet solitude
of the forest as she walked.
Three weeks had passed since she had left the Tendo home. Mr. Tendo was
an inconsolable wreck. Her father seemed no better. She found out that his
mother and father were also moving out of the Tendo home shortly after her.
Nakoda had decided that they should no longer impose upon the Tendo's.
She had left on good terms with Kasumi and Nabiki. Both of them wishing
her well. Akane wasn't there to send him off though.
Even now she could see the pain on Akane's face.
****----***----****
"Akane?" Ranma said speaking to the wooden duck with Akane's name etched
on it. "Akane, it's me. I... I just wanted to talk... Akane?" He knocked on
the door a few more times.
He took a breath. "Akane, I just wanted to apologize for everything. The
engagement, the fights... Your not un-cute or a tomboy. And your definitely
not built like a brick. I just said those things to get back at you for the
things you did to me... I'm sorry Akane. Good-bye." he said. With a sigh
he headed down the stairs.
Just then the door opened. "Ranma..."
"Akane..." He could tell that she had been crying.
"Your not a pervert." She said looking at him. "But your still a jerk."
She said forcing a smile.
"And you can't cook." He said returning the smile. He instantly
regretted what he said, seeing her expression.
"Akane, I didn't..."
"It's all right Ranam..." Sadness showed on her face.
Ranma saw this and tried his best to console her. "Akane, you got
nothing to worry about now. Nobody's going to force you to do things any
more. And you don't have to worry about Ukyou and Shampoo trying to kill you
or poison you. Besides, who'd want to marry a sex changing pervert like me
anyway?" he said jokingly.
Before he could do anything, he found Akane on top of him. He closed his
eyes, expecting a mallet, for having put his foot in his mouth again. It
never came. Instead he felt something warm and soft tough his lips.
Akane steped back breaking the kiss. "I would have." She said,
answering his question.
Ranma stood there dumfounded. "Akane, I... I..."
"Ranma no baka" Akane said softly. She turned her face which was wet with
tears. And with a 'click' her door was closed.
****----***----****
'It's not too late. I could still go back..." she thought to himself.
`Ranma felt her resolve crumble, as Akane's face formed in her mind. But then
another voice spoke within her.
'That part of your life is over. It is time to move on. Isn't this what
you wanted? Freedom? Change? Will you give up your dreams so easily?"
And then all was clear, the last traces of uncertainty were banished.
She continued her pace with firm purpose. With that, she closed that chapter
of her life.
Ranma unfolded her map. The most obvious place to begin his search for a
cure would have been China. This is why that early on she had decided that it
would be the last place she would go to. She was quite sure that the moment
she set foot in China she would be facing Shampoo, Cologne, and the might of
the entire Amazon tribe. Once she had exhausted all his options in Japan, he
would consider going to China.
She had already come up with some possible leads for a cure. While
searching in one of the public libraries, there had been some references to an
old book, which was suppose to have been able to grant three wishes to the
person who found it. It was called the "Book of Four Gods of the Earth and
Sky".
Another possibility Ranma picked up on was some information on strange
occurrences of daemons roaming an area a Juuban. Battling the daemons were a
group of young girls calling themselves the Sailor Scouts. Their leader was
some chick named Sailor Moon who had supposedly healed people of daemon
possession.
The last place on her list of most likely lease was a small holy place
located in one a rural regions of Japan. There had been some written accounts
of various people traveling there to pray for cures for various afflictions.
A number of them were actually healed.
Coming to a decision on which trail to follow first, Ranma had picked the
third one. She had enough experience with wishes gone wrong, or not coming
out the way the user intended. And her ego just wouldn't let him go crawling
to a bunch of underdressed girls for help.
'Hmm... I'm pretty close now.' She looked at the unfolded map on the
ground. Judging from where she was, she guessed that she was only a little
under twenty miles from her goal. She was confident that she could get there
before the day was out, with time to spare.
'Thank Kami I'm not like Ryoga. No way in hell I'd ever find this
place.' She carefully folded up the map, placing it in one of the pockets of
the backpack. Somewhere out there, a certain martial artist with fangs
sneezed.
Checking to make sure that everything was secure, Ranma started out
again. She bounded through the woods, strong legs carrying him over, bushes,
rocks, and trees as she mad her way to the Masaki shrine.
****----***----****
A faint blush of red touched the afternoon sky over the Masaki shrine.
Most of the patrons had gone for the day. And except for a young girl
sweeping the steps, the place would have been deserted.
She dressed befitting that of a Shinto shrine maiden. Her long black
hair was done up in a ponytail, which reached down her back. And with a
morose expression, she swept the ground.
'Nothing changes.' Achika Masaki, daughter of Katsuhito Masaki, the
keeper of the Masaki shrine, thought to herself. Tending the shrine had been
a routine part of her life ever since she was a little girl. She had nothing
against the traditions of the shrine. It was just that tradition was so
boring.
It happened every summer as school ended. While other children enjoyed their
vacation with outings and trips, she spent her time tending the family shrine.
She didn't mind the work though. In fact she took her responsibilities very
seriously. It was the lack of her friends, which she found difficult.
The Shrine was located in one of the last remaining untouched areas of Japan
hidden from the modern world. It's remote location made visiting friends
difficult at best. Sometimes her friends did come to visit, staying over for
a time. But there was little at the shrine to keep teenage girls occupied.
Namely, teenage boys.
Achika sighed as she resigned herself to another vacation, of peaceful
solitude.
Her peaceful solitude was broken when she felt a touch on her shoulder.
"Excuse me?" A voice said.
"Eeep!!!" Achika jumped. She hadn't heard anyone behind her. She spun
around, taking her broom and gripping it like a sword.
"Ack!" Exclaimed the redheaded girl now in front of her. She instantly
leaned back to avoid the wild swing of the broom. As she did so, the massive
backpack she carried caused her to lose balance. With a thump, the read head
fell backwards.
Achika's eyes widened, as her heart got back to it's normal pace. "Are you
all right?" she asked the prone form in front of her.
"Uuuuggh..." replied the fallen girl, struggling to sit up right.
Achika dropped the broom and was quickly by the girl's side. "Here, let me
help you. I'm sorry about that. I didn't hear you come up behind me."
"No problem." Said the girl, sitting up. "It was my fault. I didn't mean to
startle ya. I tried to get your attention before, but you didn't hear me."
"I guess I was daydreaming." Achika said lamely.
"Yeah, I do that a lot too." The redhead smiled, as she stood up. "
"Well in any case, welcome to the Masaki shrine." Achika said bowing. "I'm
Achika Masaki, my father is the priest here." She returned the smile.
"Hi, I'm Ranm... Ranko!" said scratching the back of her head. "Pleased to
meet you! You have a very nice place here. I really hope that it's not
customary to attack the visitors." She said wryly.
Achika found Ranko's laughter contagious. Soon both of them were laughing.
She noticed that Ranko laughed out loud, with out restraint, like a boy
would. The readhead wore Chinese cloths, which were a little large though
snug enough to show off her form. And judging from that large pack she
carried, Ranko was stronger than she looked.
"What brings you to the Masaki shrine?" Achika inquired.
"Well, I... just wanted to look around and see what's here. I read about this
place in some books. It seemed very special. I wanted to find out for
myself. Would it be ok if I look around?"
'I could always finish my chores later. Father won't be back for a while... '
, Achika thought. Besides, she missed being around others her own age. "How
about I show you around Ranko?"
"That would be great."
Achika smiled. "Follow me then."
****----***----****
Two girls walked down a dirt trail through the woods.
"It's very peaceful here. " Ranko said.
"Yes, it is." Achika sighed, recalling her dilemma.
"Is something wrong with that?
"Nothing I guess, if you like it. But It's always like that here. Nothing
exciting ever happens. Every year it's the same thing. Just another peaceful
summer."
"Ya won't hear me complaining." Ranko shut her eyes enjoying the calm.
"So Ranko, where are you from?"
"Nerma..."
"What's it like there?"
"Pretty hectic. So many thing going on at once that it was hard to keep track
of all of them. It's good to finally get away."
"I guess that saying is true."
"What saying?"
"The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence." Achika laughed.
"I guess so." Ranko said rubbing her chin and smiling.
"We're here." Achika said after a few more minutes of walking. She stopped in
front of a cave decorated with wards.
"What is this place?" Ranko asked. Something about this place caused her some
unease.
"This is the demon cave of the Masaki shrine."
"D-demon?"
"Um-hum. It's the legend of how the Masaki shrine was founded. Almost seven
hundred years ago a demon fell to the earth. It was a evil creature, large
enough to walk over mountains, and strong enough to pick them up and crush
them. It's eyes burned with anger and it shot out fire from it's mouth.
Ryoko was it's name.
No one could stop it, and it seemed that the world was fated to be destroyed.
But then a warrior flew down from the heavens, riding a ship in the shape of a
dragon. He carried a sword of light in hands, and set forth to slay the
demon. The warrior's name was Yosho.
Yosho and Ryoko fought for two days and two nights. It was on the third day
that Ryoko was finally defeated. Yosho placed the remains of the demon in
this very cave, and sealed the place with his sword. Since that time Yosho's
descendents have cared for the shrine. "
"Ahhh..." Ranko said. "Wish I could have seen the fight."
"It's true" Achika said defensively. She thought she was being teased. Her
friends had laughed, the times they had come up to visit her, when she had
told the story. She couldn't blame them because it did sound like something
out of a fairy tail. But she had been told the tale ever since she could
remember. And the way her father had taught it made it seem all the more
real.
"I believe you." Ranko said seriously. "I... I can feel it. I think it's
watching us."
Achika smiled. "Yes, when ever I come here I sense I'm being watched. When I
was a little girl, I played a game and talked to Ryoko." She walked up to the
mouth of the cave and bowed. "I'm sorry to disturb you Ryoko. I just wanted
to show my friend around." Achika felt a slight breeze as if in response.
"Did Ryoko ever talk back to you?" Ranko asked.
"I believe so..."
As they left the cave, Achika caught something from the corner of her eye.
"I'll see you later, Ryoko." She said softly to the fleeting image. "Come on,
I'll show you the rest of the place."
"Lead on then." Ranko said cheerfully.
They continued chatting as Achika continued her tour. Though she had only met
Ranko she felt comfortable talking to the redhead. It was just easy to talk
to her. Ranko's face read like a book. The sincerity of her expressions
conveyed a feeling of trust which was usually reserved for close friends.
But despite her openness, Ranko was still a bit of an enigma. First of all,
what would a girl like her be doing at the shrine. It just something normal
girls her age do. 'Heck, I'd rather be some where else' Achika thought.
Second, when ever the question of family came up, Ranko kept avoiding the
subject, and a hollow expression came over her. Not wanting to pry any more
Achika changed the subject.
"So Ranko, what are you interested in?"
"Martial arts." She said simply.
"Really?" Achika said a bit surprised. "My father practices Kendo, and I
know a little bit myself. What form do you study?"
"All of them." Ranko said brightly.
At first she thought Ranko was joking, but then she saw the look on her
face. "Your not kidding, are you?"
"Nope. I've been training since I could walk. Pop taught me a lot of
stuff, and I picked up a few tricks along the way." She demonstrated with a
quick kata.
"Your very good." Achika complimented. Any doubts she had were gone.
Though the kata was a simple one, Ranko had moved with the grace and strength
of a true martial artist. A master even, as she compared Ranko's proficiency
in the art, with her father's skill in the Masaki style of kendo.
"What's this place?" Ranko asked bringing Achika out of her thoughts.
"Huh...oh..." Achika found herself in a familiar area, a small lake of
blue water. At the center was a large tree, decorated with prayer strips.
There were stone steps leading from the shore to the tree.
"This is the Masaki holy tree."
"Aaahhh!!!" Ranko exclaimed. An excited look came over the girl's face.
"Is it true about this tree being able to cure people?"
Achika nodded her head. "Yes, there have been some incidents where people
came here to be healed of one thing or another. Sometimes the people were
healed, and other times they weren't. It's also said that you can also pray
for rain to the tree also."
"Do you... do you know if the tree can cure curses?"
"I'm not sure. But I wouldn't be surprised if it could. It's very
special." Then something came to Achika's mind. "You seem pretty interested
in the tree, Ranko. Is that why you came here? Do you have something you
what to have cured?"
"I... " Ranko shied away from her.
"Oh, I'm sorry..." She apologized seeing Rankos reaction.
"It's ok. But it's something I'd rather not talk about..."
Achika looked concerned. She remembered how ill some of the visitors
had been. Coming to the shrine had been their last chance. A desperate hope.
'What could be wrong with Ranko? Is she sick? She looks' so healthy.'
Achika studied the girl.
"Ranko, my father knows more about the history of the tree than I do.
When he gets back you could ask him what ever you want. He might be able to
help you find what your looking for."
"That would be great Achika." The girl instantly livened up. Would it be
alright if I stayed here a little while?"
"That would be fine Ranko. Please stay as long as you like. I still
have some chores to finish anyway. Just follow the trail when your finished.
It will lead you back to the shrine."
"Thanks for the tour, Achika."
"It was my pleasure." Achika smiled. Walking back, she thought more
about the girl she had met. Ranko, a brash, fiery, cheerful young girl. But
Achika saw a hidden sadness that the redhead carried. Ranko had come to the
shrine looking for something. Achika hoped that she would find what she was
looking for. What ever the case, at least she made a new friend.
****----***----****
Galaxy Police headquarters, the future.
The sirens were blaring and red lights flashed through the corridors of
the expansive complex. As the tech officers frantically struggled to find the
source of the red alert, the Grand Marshal entered the command room.
"What's going on here? What is the cause of this?" The lion faced
Marshal asked.
"We are tracing the source of the alarm now sir." One tech said.
"It's coming through. The source is originating from... oh my god..."
the man at the terminal paled. "Main detention block, c-central containment.
It's a breach in the security field!"
The Marshal's face became a mask or worry. 'No... it can't be..."
"Sir it's Kain!!!"
End (for now)
Story notes:
I have been a fan of Ranma 1/2 and Tenchi Muyo for some time now. I have
enjoyed reading fan-fic crossovers where the two casts interact. But it was
always the same thing, one chaotic world collides with another to form one big
mess.
So with this little experiment, I being the all powerful god that I am,
changed the timeline just a tad. Ranma appears just a little bit earlier in
the Tenchi time line than he usually does. Where could this possible go?
I'd like to find out myself.
Author's notes:
This concludes the first part of what I hope will be a continuing series.
Weather it continues or not, will depend of the response to this piece or
work. Please feel free to flood my e-mail account with various letters
burning me in effigy. I look forward to any "Creative Criticism" my pears
are willing to offer.