Okay, I give. No more attachments. Except on really *long* stuff.

The Eternal Lost Lurker (EternalLostLurker@worldnet.att.net)

After receiving positive responses to the fic idea I threw out (and no
takers), and realizing that I have somewhere specific in mind to go with
this thing, I'm going to continue it myself. So without further ado...

(Brief note: Depending on whether or not you have some sort of JIS-decoder,
you'll either notice that some of the chapters have both an English title
and a Japanese title, or that some of them have a pile of gibberish after
the English title. I'm trying to stick to the artistic vision and flavor of
Evangelion, and this effect will become more pronounced over time, as I
become more proficient with kanji.

ReGenesis: Half Impact
A crossover of Neon Genesis Evangelion and Ranma 1/2 by The Eternal Lost
Lurker

Neon Genesis Evangelion is owned by GAINAX.
Ranma 1/2 is owned by Takahashi Rumiko.
Used without permission.

0:0 Prologue �� ����

	The towering golem known as Evangelion Unit-01 tumbled errantly through
the upper layers of Earth's rapidly decaying atmosphere. The great
construct vainly struggled to shed an unwanted skin it had picked up: the
tattered remnants of that which had almost been the final form of the
eighteenth Angel. 
	The wisp of an Angel was determined that with this great beast, the events
which occurred on Earth would be able to happen somewhere else where a
civilization was prepared to evolve to its next stage.
	Neither being was prepared for the sudden opening, like a great chaotic
maw, of a dimensional vortex in the upper limits of Earth's gravity well.
Before Angel or Eva could react, the gaping portal swallowed them up into
its depths, and closed, as far below, the Earth began to calm from the
forces of an extraordinary birth.

	As suddenly as the portal had devoured the biomech and its parasite, it
belched them out above a vibrant landscape, dominated by a chain of
majestic peaks. 
	Eva Unit-01 was, miraculously, still conscious as it plummeted towards the
rocky spires. It was aware of a number of things: it was falling extremely
fast, it had no AT Field, and its structural integrity had been severely
weakened by the stress of its journey through Earth's gravity well and the
oppressive energies of dimensional travel.
	The Evangelion had only a brief moment to register something akin to the
human emotion of panic as it slammed into the high mountains. As opposed to
exploding, as many machines would, Eva Unit-01 shattered, twisted fragments
of its body flying in various directions, landing in valleys and crevices
between the cliffs. The shredded Angel was thrown a great distance by the
force of the collision, and found itself plunging into one of a hundred or
so springs in a valley nestled deep within the mountains. Some strange
magical force within the water set to work on the bedraggled, incomplete
creature. 

	If the Guide who watches over the Jyusenkyou springs hadn't been
enraptured by the sight of some enormous machine crashing into the cliffs
of Baiyankala range, he would have noticed that one of the cursed pools had
begun to shimmer, as a ghostly bluish-white cross blazed just beneath the
surface. Then, it was gone.

1:0 Liberation �� �� ���� �Ǥ�����

	The Guide smiled for his new customers, a middle-aged, stocky man with
wire-rimmed glasses affixed to his head with loops, and a kerchief covering
a bald head, and a teenage boy with black hair in a ponytail and sharp grey
eyes.  Both wore white training gis and bore heavy wilderness packs on
their backs. "Welcome customers, to ancient training ground of Jyusenkyou,
valley of cursed springs. Come, I show you valley now."
	The two travelers shucked off their packs and took in the sight before
them: a mist-shrouded valley, dotted with dozens of clear, unpolluted
springs, most with bamboo poles jutting from their depths. "Man, this place
don't look dangerous," the boy said.
	"Oh, Mister Customer, no underestimate valley of cursed springs like
that," the Guide began. "There over one hundred spring here, each with own
tragic legend and..."
	"Let's go, Ranma!"
	"Right behind ya, Pop!"
	The two Japanese men sprang onto the bamboo poles, adapting ready stances.
The Guide panicked. "Customers! What you doing? Is very stupid to go on
poles before you hear my tragic story!"
	"I won't go easy on you, boy," the elder said, pushing his glasses onto
the bridge of his nose.
	"That's just the way I like it!" The two leapt at each other, rapidly
exchanging blows in midair, and nimbly landing upon the poles again. The
Guide's panic was not diminished in the least by this feat. "Customers,
please come down from there! Is for own good!"
	The pair began dueling again. The boy pulled a quick move and slammed his
father straight down, where the older of the two splashed down in one of
the springs. The boy landed on his pole, arms crossed, smirking arrogantly.
"Yo Pop, we done yet? ...Pop?"
	"Aiyah..." the Guide said, as a giant panda surged from the spring,
landing on the pole opposite the boy and assuming a ready stance.
	The youth began to freak out, waving a trembling index finger at the beast
as he shouted at the Guide, "Wh...what the hell *is* that?"
	The Guide sighed. "Customer fall spring drown panda, Shonmaoniichuan. Very
tragic story of panda that drown in spring two thousand year ago. Now
whatever fall in spring take body of panda."
	"Hey pal, you ain't said nothin' about that to us! ...Pop! No!
AAAAAHHHH!!!"
	The Guide winced as the boy splashed down. Rushing over to the side of the
spring where the lad had fallen, he crouched down. The panda landed on a
pole above the spring, guffawing. The laughter quickly died, both at the
panda's realization of its own altered voice, and at what the Guide said.
	"Customer fall spring drown girl Nyanniichuan. Very tragic story that one.
Girl drown there one thousand five hundred year ago. Now whatever fall in
spring take body of young girl."
	The panda's eyes widened in horror as a slim, small form half-emerged from
the spring. It was a girl, about the same age as the boy who had fallen in
the spring, perhaps slightly younger. Her skin was eerily chalk-white,
ghostlike. Her hair, tied at the nape of her neck in a loose ponytail,
would have been completely white, if not for the slight cyan tinge to it.
There was almost no color at all to her crystalline grey eyes. Her face was
virtually devoid of expression as she glanced down at herself. An
ill-fitting gi top clung soggily to her frame, doing little to conceal her
healthy pulchritude. 
	"See?" the Guide said. "Now you is young girl."
	"I see," the girl said, her voice flat and emotionless.

	The girl and the panda were escorted by the Guide to a small cottage at
the edge of the valley. "Very sorry customers, but you should have listened
before you do stupid thing," the Guide said. 
	"What is this place?" the girl asked in her toneless, quiet voice. The
Guide blinked. "You lose memory? That not happen often. It shock of curse,
you get memory back." Taking a deep breath, he said, "This Jyusenkyou,
pools of sorrow, where springs have curse magic."
	"Curse...magic?" the girl asked curiously. 
	"Over years many thing drown in spring. Thing that drown in spring, its
soul trapped by the waters. When other thing fall in spring, take on body
of what drown."
	"What about the souls?" the girl asked.
	The Guide shook his head. "Souls not leave pools ever."
	"I...see," the girl said. "This...is China, isn't it."
	The Guide nodded. "Yes, you in China." He poured some water from a bottle
into a kettle and set it on a wood stove. "I heat water. Curses affected by
water. Cold water now turn you into girl. Hot water turn you back into
boy."
	The albino girl blinked at that, but said nothing. After a few minutes,
the Guide removed the kettle from the stove, and poured some water over the
panda. The girl watched impassively as the panda shifted, shrank, and
became a stocky, bald man. The man grasped her by the shoulders worriedly.
"Ranma? Are you okay, boy?"
	The girl blinked, but said nothing. "Mister customer, you son still in
shock. Happen sometimes. Perhaps better if turn back first. Then maybe get
over shock quicker."	
	"Yes, yes, you're right. Go ahead."
	The Guide poured the hot water over the girl. Both watched in anticipation
as the curse was reversed. After a moment, their jaws hit the floor in
unison. The former girl looked down at himself, and blinked twice.
	"Aiyah..." the Guide said. 
	Where once sat an expressionless albino girl, now sat an expressionless
albino boy, taller, broad-shouldered, well-muscled. His skin was still
chalk-white, his eyes were the same crystalline grey, and his hair was
tinged only the faintest shade of blue. 
	"Ranma! Boy, what..." The middle-aged man turned to the Guide, who looked
on in abject horror. "You! What did you do to my son?"
	"I...this no ever happen before. I not sure what went wrong..."
	"Fix this! You did this to him, fix it!"
	The boy spoke. "Don't blame him for your mistake," he said, his voice
utterly devoid of emotion. "You did this to us. To me."
	The two middle-aged men stared at the boy in shock. "Ranma...?"
	The boy shook his head. "Don't call us...me...us...Ranma. It's not
our...my name anymore." He stood, and walked out of the cottage.

	Genma found Ranma sitting on a rock outcropping, chin resting on his
hands, staring out at the springs of Jyusenkyou. "Ranma? Son?" he asked
concerned.
	The boy shook his head. "Ranma isn't here anymore. I'm not Ranma."
	Genma gripped his son's shoulder. "Boy...I know, this is a shock...I'm
sorry...I know this is all my fault..."
	The boy shook his head again, and spoke in that maddeningly calm voice.
"There is no blame in this. We're better off this way."
	The elder Saotome didn't know what to do. He knelt before his son, concern
evident on his weathered face. "What's going on? Talk to me..."
	Without warning, a spark, an angry fire, flared into the boy's colorless
eyes. Genma backed up nervously.

	The boy didn't understand it. There was a memory that wasn't his, yet it
was, yet...

	Gendou

	No, that's Genma. Saotome Genma...

	Ikari Gendou
	
	The boy which once thought he was Saotome Ranma peered intently at the
face before him. As he did so, somehow the features shifted, adding hair
where there was none, filling in a light scruff of facial hair, darkening
the glasses.
	
	Gendou

	And as the image in his mind completed itself, the boy who was and was not
Ranma became angry.

1:1 Retribution  ���ͤ褪�䤸

	The boy stood up, a cold hatred smoldering in his eyes. Genma gulped, and
leaped backwards warily. "Ranma...?"
	Before he had a chance to react, the boy was upon him. Roundhouse, jab,
uppercut, sweep...attack after attack, which Genma found himself unable to
block. The middle-aged martial artist cried out in pain as his son tore
into him.
	The Guide, attracted by the noise, ran towards the site, and stopped
several meters away, watching in fascinated horror as the boy landed blow
after blow upon his father. "Mister Customer! Calm down! What you doing?"

	What are we doing?

	Retribution

	Why? This is wrong...

	No it isn't. He caused this

	He didn't know

	He knew

	He's our father

	This excuses nothing

	Stop this, it's crazy!

	No

	You're killing him!

	He deserves it

	One final kick resulted in a sickening snap, as Genma's head lolled to the
side at an unnatural angle. The boy, breathing raggedly, stepped back from
the corpse, sweat dripping from his brow, plastering his pale cyan hair to
his forehead. The Guide's face was blanched, his expression one of pure
shock and horror. 
	Recovering from the one-sided battle, the boy once again resumed his
expressionless demeanor, and said, "I'm leaving. Do whatever you want with
this." With that, he went into the cottage, and moments later, emerged with
one of the traveling packs, which seemed a bit fuller.

	We can't go alone

	Yes we can

	Why must we?

	We don't need anyone

	Where will we go?

	Japan

	Where in Japan?

	Nerima

	Why?

	He was going there

	Since when do you care what he wanted?

	It's better than roaming China

	Who are you?

	Who are you?

	Saotome Ranma.
	
	No you aren't

	Huh?

	We are not separate, we are one. You are me, and I am you.

	So who are we?

	... I don't know.

	You don't...?

	I was once known by a name

	What was it?	

	Ayanami Rei

	Is that who we are then?

	No

	Why not?

	Not in this form. I was a girl

	Oh.

	...

	So who are we in this form?

	I don't know, you tell me

	How about Ayanami Rui?

	Fine

	Ayanami Rui checked his compass, and headed east.


 

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