Subject: [FFML] All Relative Part 4, A SM/Ranma 1/2 crossover
From: "John-Martin Lotz" <johnl@gate1.tomatoweb.com>
Date: 1/12/2000, 10:11 PM
To: "FFML" <ffml@fanfic.com>

All Relative Part 4, A SM/Ranma 1/2 crossover

Sailor Moon is the property of Takeuchi Naoko and some
corporations.  Ranma 1/2 is the property of Takashi Rumiko and some
other corporation

I'd like to thank my prereaders:  Lord Talon, Jonathan C. Tsoi, James
Merritt Jr ,
chris nasipak ,  and David Stanley,  they helped meimprove the story
dramatically.
Any errors left are mine.

+++++++++++

The weekly Sailor Scout meeting usully just consisted of the Inner
scouts barring a real crisis involving at least the end of world.
Then the Outers, except Setsuna, who required at least the end of the
universe, might show.  This particular one found Ami off on some
research field trip for school, and Minako going out somewhere
with her parents.

"You know, maybe a visit to a celluar chomotography exhibit
might have been interesting."

The other two just stared at Rei.

"But probably not."

"It's not fair,"  Usagi finally brought the topic they really
wanted to talk about up.  "Ranma is our age. He isn't as cute as
Mamo-chan, but he is cute.  It's not fair that Haruka keep him
all to herself."

Luna contemplated reminding them that 1) Ranma got there
yesterday,  in the evening and school had gotten out forty five
minutes earlier 2) That Ranma was NOT being kept by
Haruka alone, Michiru and Hotaru were also around, and
3) this was a Sailor Scout meeting and could they please
concentrate but decided that since they were probably going
to ignore her away, it was not worth the trouble.  Instead
she said, "If you want to go, go. I'm going to stay here and
sleep."

She curled up and went to sleep.

The three ignored the Gaurdian Cat.

"Ranma-kun needs someone who understands him, knows waht he
is going through." Little hearts glowed in Makoto's eyes

Rei leaned back, "I wonder if fate lead him to us.  A bishonen
trainer for the bishojo Senshi."

Makato giggled, "Maybe he is one of us."  She snapped her fingers,
"Sailor Ganymede, perhaps."

"I can see her in a fuku, but him?  Nah."

Usagi was staring at her friends, "Remember what we said
last night.  Ranma is a boy.  Imagine what Ranma would
think if he heard you two talking."

The other two reddened at the thought.

++++++++++++
At the racetrack

Haruka whirled away, taking a breath to calm herself, as
the 'pinhead', a more printable name then some of the others
she used for Disukaki called his sister away. "He's trying to
get to you.  Anger clouds the mind.  Calm."

She strapped on her helmet and nodded to Disukaki and
the starter, one of the group who hung around with
Disukaki, checked that both drivers were ready.  He raised
his hands with the starting flag . . .The drivers tensed
. . . The flags started to fall

. . . Haruka poised her foot on the pedal . . . And the
starter vanished, carried off by a red and black blur.
"Wha . . ."

She half pulled her transformation pen out as she took in the
rest of the scene.

A couple of the guys who had been working on their car were
running out onto the track after their car. . . Ranma was
putting the starter down by the side of a grandstand, and
kicking himself backwards, spilling the starter on the ground
. . . Ranma soared though the air, landing on the top of
the errant racecar.

Ranma swung his head through the window of the car, as Haruka
stopped her motion with the pen, and opened her car door.
It was obvious that the extra controls in a race car were
outside of Ranma's experience, "Aim it at the bales." Haruka
and Disukaki both yelled in a rare moment of complete agreement.

Ranma did so, riding the top of the car until the instant before it
crashed into the bales, and then casually jumped off.

Still in complete agreement, Haruka and Disukaki turned
to the pair who had stumbled to a stop . . .

After a short 'lecture' on pit safety, Disukaki turned
to Ranma, bowed.  "You saved the life of a friend of mine.
If that car those idiots had let loose had hit him he
would have been killed.  I owe you a debt of honor."

Ranma bowed back, still looking a bit shaken, "Ya don't owe me
anything.  If you really think you have to something, stop going
after my cousin.  It annoys her, embarrasses your sister, and
it would satisfy any claim I may be able to make against you
now."

"It embarrasses Kurumi?"  Disukaki looked sick for an instant,
"Does it, sister?"

She blushed and nodded.

Still looking abashed, he turned to Haruka, "I let my feelings
toward what you are master me.  I, Disukaki Matshimri, apologize
to you, Haruka Ten'ou.  I seek your forgiveness for my actions
toward you."  His face hidden from view, he let the trace of a
smile wash over it.  #Disukaki Matshimri apologized to Haruka
Ten'ou.  Seneschal said nothing to Sailor Uranus.# he thought.
Then he carefully erased the smile.

Haruka looked at the back of Disukaki's head, a homophobe, she
thought, "For the sake of these two, I accept your apologies."
Left unsaid was, "if not for these two, any acceptance would be
a lot more grudging and slower in coming."

He held the bow until Haruka returned it, then held it for
an instant longer.  He looked in Haruka's eyes, #Relax Haruka-chan
message understood.#

"Want to call the race off?"

Disukai bowed again.

Ranma and Haruka climbed into her car as Disukaki walked
back toward his sister and his fallen friend.  "Sorry I
couldn't show you a car race, they are really very
exciting up close."

"I guess so.  This was okay, not really that exciting though."
Haruka never figured out whether Ranma was kidding or not.

Entering Juuban, Ranma nudged Haruka, "Can we stop for a bit.
I think I just saw a store I want to check out."

"Sure."  She swung the wheel of the car, cutting across three
lanes of traffic and beat out a car to the one availible parking
place.  "What do you want to look at?"

Instead of answering, Ranma lead her down a side street and to
a store selling Chinese style clothing.  Haruka took in his
red tunic, pants and slippers.  "You are loking for some extra
clothes?"

"Yeah, but I really wanted to get Hotaru some training gear."

"What about a gi?"

"Well, Pop always wore a gi.  He usually wore glasses and a bandana
around his head."  The last sentence was said very quietly then he
stood in silence.

"Anyway, Hotaru won't have a chance to change into a gi if
she ever has to fight.  I wanted to get her to train in some
special clothes, but not a traditional fighting uniform."

#Ranma-chan, I hope you never get to see what she changes into
when she has to fight.#  Somehow, as Haruka thought that, she
had a feeling that was one hope doomed to failure.

++++++++++++++++

When the pair arrived home; they found Usagi, Rei and Makoto sitting
By the front door with Hotaru, Usagi puffing a bit as she recovered
her breath, haviing jsut sat down, "H. . . H. . . Hi.  We were in
the area and decided to drop by."

"Hi."  Ranma shifted the package he had under his arm, and handed
it to Hotaru, "Present for you, I think it should be your size."

She took the box, and after getting permission via a glance from
Haruka opened it.  "It's gorgeous."

She took out a purple Chinese style tunic that mimicked Ranma's red
silk top, a pair of black pant and some slippers, also providing a
close match to Ranma's attire. "Thank you, Onisan."

He blushed and rubbed the back of his head, "He Heh, as my student,
You gotta look good.  I saw a park near by. Maybe after dinner, I
can show you a few moves."

Makoto was faster by a hair, "Oh, can I watch.  I'd love to spar
with you." She leaned toward him and he backed up a pace.

Rei elbowed her, "You saw how good he is, you should ask him if
he could teach you."

"I'm a martial artist, I'm sure Ranma-Ku . . . San  will spar
with me."

The girls sucked in their breaths wondering how Ranma would react
to Matoko's brashness,  Then looked disappointed as he seemed to
miss it altogether. "That's okay, I'll spar.  Do you want to spar
around or really spar?"

Rei thought to herself, "If we do this right, maybe we can get
him to train the whole bunch of us.  Wait a second, what did he
say?"

"Huh?" Makoto repied.

"Usually when people spar, they are somewhat equal in skill, so
both learn from each other.  It's slow and you can pick up bad
habits that way and generally you work only with one style.
The other way is sparring with somebody a lot better then you,
Your partner aims for your weak points and attacks."  Ranma
smacked a fist in to his palm making everyone jump.  "You learn
to cover that weakness and then you work on a new one, fix it
and so on.  It'll leave you sore but it's fast and effective"

Makoto and Hotaru both gulped.

"Hotaru-chan, Makoto here is a Dan level in Kempo," Ranma continued
waving toward Makoto.

Makoto, who was, stared at him.

"You are just learning.  As your sensei I would not start you
sparring in any way, until you learn the basics.  I didn't
start off really sparring until I had about two years on the
road under my belt.

Usagi may not have liked school but she could do basic math.
"You mean you were good enough eight years ago, seven years old?"

"Yep, and I sparred daily with my master for a couple of hours
a day.  And Pop was good.  It wasn't until near the end that
it got to be more even."

Rei shook her head getting the subject back on her original
line of thought,  "Ranma, I bet some of the others might be
interested in lessons too."

+++++++++++++

Meanwhile somewhere else

"Curse you, Ranma Satome.  You die."

"Cute line, Dale Carnegie would be proud of it."  A
dry, amused sounding voice came from out of the
trees.

"Who?"

"Dale Carnegie, wrote a book called "How to Win Friends and
Influence People"

"Oh, I'll influence Satome, Yes, I will."  The dark haired
youth smiled, a gleam of sunlight glinting off a small fang,
as he pounded his fist into his palm.  "Uh, who are you?"

The other smiled,   "I am Gypsy."  The tall dark haired
woman smiled as she stepped forward, her long skirts
swinging around her bare ankles. "And you are?"

"Err, Ryoga Habiki."

"Err, Ryoga Habiki, cross my palm with silver and I
will tell you your future."  She twined her finger
through his hair.

"Urk."

"Wha . . . Oh, he seems to have fainted."  Gypsy
drew off her shawl and wrapped the passed out lost
boy in it resting his head in her lap



Part five will be off to my prereaders tomorrow







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