Subject: Godzilla/Ranma1/2/Nuku-Nuku
From: Roy Rim
Date: 9/28/1995, 9:39 PM
To: fanfic@andrew.cais.com


Thanks to all my readers of the Split Personalities and their patience.
K-chan, despite paying a massive fee to compuserve is willing to go online,
Wolf, for being with me from the begining, Irene whom I finally got in touch
with, Leon Chen, wherever he is, Francis all the way in UK, Nessie, all the
James, there are a lot of you, the Ranma ML and everyone else I can't
remember.

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        At last I'm writing something new.  After having seen the new 1993
Godzilla vs. Mechagodzilla, Cat Girl Nuku-Nuku 1-6, and the Ranma 1/2 "An
Akane to Remember" OAV, and then finding out that Nuku-Nuku takes place in 
Nerima along with Ranma and that Megumi Hayashibara plays the voice roles
for both Ranma-chan and Nuku-Nuku, AND then drinking a bottle of tequila and
a couple of cigs later, my mind in its eternal chaos came up with the worst
fan-fic crossover idea ever.  So, giving it some careful thought, I now show
it to the rest of the Net world.

             Prelude

                  Several decades ago, nuclear bombs were invented and
             humanity rejoiced.  To test these awesome weapons,
             scientists used the vast oceans of the world.  It would not
             be until recently that such groups as Greenpeace and other
             environmental extremists came about to stop them.  One
             particular test site had extremely bad effects.  It was just
             south of Japan where they set off the nuclear bomb named
             "Happy."  Who knew that deep beneath the surface, lay a
             frozen creature, lost in the wrong age and that it would be
             mutated into a giant creature that would cause havoc amongst
             the populace of Japan for years to come.


                  The giant opened his eyes and stared across his vast
             domain.  He had been awakened early.  But still he had been
             sleeping for a long time and he hungered for food.
             Stretching out his arms, he opened his mouth, fish rushing
             in along with the ocean water, but it was not enough.  Once
             again he sat still, his dark scaled skin blending in among
             his bed of rocks, awaiting his prey.  Recently, his sleeping
             periods have been getting longer and longer, he hardly ever
             wanted to move any more.  At last his prey arrived.  He
             watched it, such creatures rarely come this far down, for
             its need of oxygen kept it near the surface.  It was
             searching, perhaps for its own prey.  He was about to snatch
             out, his lips pulled back showing his discolored layered
             teeth, when he saw his prey thrash about in surprise,
             tentacles wrapped around it.
                  It was a sight much talked about but never seen.  A
             battle between a whale and a giant squid, incredible to
             behold.  Godzilla would have smiled if he could, he was
             going to get two meals out of one, as he let out a
             tremendous roar and ripped the two entangled opponents
             apart.

                  "General!!"
                  "Yes?"
                  "An emergency report from our battleships!!"
                  "Hand it here...MASAKA!!  Captain, we have no time to
             lose.  Put us on yellow alert.  Prey it doesn't turn to
             red."
                  The general turned around to stare at the large
             screens, some of them showing areas of Tokyo and other parts
             of Japan, others showing scenes from space satellites.  He
             stared at his slight reflection, his medals gleaming.
             "Twenty years..." he whispered, "twenty years..."

             \TO DIE/ Part One

                  The Mercedes, something rarely seen in Nerima, stopped
             in front of the gates.  Two men in black suits quickly
             strode out and stood at attention in front of the gate.  One
             opened the back door, helping an elderly man of sixty years
             out.
                  "So, this is the place?"  The old man's voice spoke of
             strength and intelligence despite his years.
                  "Yes, sir!!"
                  "Good.  Let's go in, shall we."

                  Ranma ducked just in time as Akane's kick swung over
             his head, then ducked the punch that immediately followed.
                  "Why don't you ever retaliate!!"  Akane swung another
             angry punch.
                  "It'd be too easy," Ranma answered, easily avoiding
             another one.
                  "How am I ever supposed to get better!"  Akane tried a
             couple of kicks, her eyes squinted down in anger and shame.
                  "Do you want me too?"  Ranma easily avoided all, not
             even having to block.
                  "YES!!"
                  "OK."  All of the sudden Akane found herself defending
             desperately, hardly bring her arms up in time, as she took
             step after step back.
                  "He's not even trying," she had time to think as she
             tripped over her own feet backwards.
                  "Whoah!"  Ranma exclaimed lunging forward and caught
             her in his arms.
                  He held her for a second.  One glorious, sensuously
             tender, and passionate second.  Then Akane drove her fist
             into Ranma's ribs.

                  They entered the Tendo home to find Soun Tendo weeping
             as he ran about in panic.
                  "What to dooooo?  What to dooooo?"  Soun ran about some
             more.
                  "Pop!!  What is it!"  Ranma turned to the panda.
                  "Check out the television..." Nabiki's voice was
             missing its sarcastic bite, hidden by a layer of wonder.
                  "He's BACK!!  He's BACK!!"  Soun had grabbed Ranma by
             the shirt and was nearly strangling him.
                  "AH!!"  Ranma struggled to get out of Soun's way.  "Let
             go!!"
                  "Father!!  Quiet!!"  Nabiki held her father's hand.
                  All went silent, shocked by Nabiki's action.
                  Akane stared at the t.v. screen.  "Godzilla..." she
             whispered.
                  "Yeah," said Nabiki, "so there's no time to waste.  We
             got to pack everything.  Ranma, please pack the television,
             the fridge, and the stove.  I have stuff to pack."  Nabiki
             quickly strode upstairs.
                  Soun quickly entered another fit.
                  "Oh, come on!!  Godzilla!!  What a load of bull!!"
                  KONK!!
                  "OW!!"  Ranma held his head.
                  "SHUT UP, RANMA!!"  Genma had turned back to a man.
             "You have no idea what had happened twenty years ago!!"

                  "AAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!"  The two men in suits flew out the
             window.
                  "I told you not to point the guns," Kyusaku took a drag
             from his cigarette.
                  "Nuku-Nuku warn you that she protect Papa-san!!"
                  "W-w-w-wait-t!!  I'm from the government!!"  The old
             man crawled back in fear.
                  "AAHHhhhh!!"  Kyusaku was in fine form tonight.  "The
             government..."  Kyusaku looked like he was in thought,
             "COMING TO LOOK FOR MY annnnddrroooiidd?"  Kyusaku's voice
             turned sickenly sweet at the end as he rubbed the chin of
             the old man.  Then jumped up and turned around walking
             toward his room.  "Nuku-Nuku!!  Now please show this man how
             angry you are.  Think about it as a lesson in cruelty, a
             trait that all humans have."
                  "Okay Papa-san!"  Nuku-Nuku smiled a toothy grin as she
             pounded her foot down into the old man's hand.  He screamed
             in horrid pain then was forcefully shut upped by Nuku's fist
             slamming his lower jaw into his upper one.  Nuku-Nuku began
             to kick into his ribs, his back on the floor along the wall,
             driving him up it.
                  Kyusaku peeked around the corner.  "OY!!  Nuku-Nuku!!"
                  "Yes, Papa-san?"
                  "I was kidding.  I just wanted to scare him.  Just show
             him to the door."
                  "Yes, Papa-san!"
                  "WAIT!!  The future of Japan lies in your hands
             Kyusaku!!"
                  "Yeah, yeah, yeah, you all want my android!  For more
             war toys!"
                  "Please!!  I beseech you!!"  Nuku-Nuku picked him up by
             the head, his feet several inches off the ground.  "The TV,
             THE TV!!  TURN IT ON, YOU'LL SEE!!"
                  "Nuku-Nuku!!  STOP!!"
                  "Yes, Papa-san!!"  Nuku-Nuku dropped the old man, who
             began to cough, horrid, hairy coughs, smelling of ancient
             bones and death.
                  Kyusaku turned on the t.v.
                  He flipped through the channels as he slowly pushed his
             hair out of his eyes in amazement.  Every channel was on
             news alert!!  "Masaka..." he whispered.  "Ryusuke!!  Nuku-
             Nuku!!"

                  The Tendo house was strangely quiet except for a grunt
             or two as something heavy was lifted.
                  "But, Mr. Saotome!!  We don't even know if that monster
             will go through Nerima!"  Akane shifted her arms to hold the
             large vase that her dead mother prized so much.
                  "Akane, it doesn't matter.  That creature moves much
             more faster than you'd think.  No one knows where it wants
             to go and even if it heads toward Tokyo or Osaka, we need to
             be ready to move at the slightest warning.  When panic
             erupts its going to be slow moving to escape.  We need to be
             ready!"
                  Ranma quickly put some padding in a box and settled the
             tv gently in it.  He had never heard his father sound so
             reassuring and reasonable.  But then again, this still might
             be a hoax.  He quickly taped up the box and ran upstairs to
             listen to the radio.
                  He passed by Mr. Tendo's room and quickly peeked in.
             Soun was quickly packing pictures of his dead wife and
             muttering nearly insanely to himself or to his long dead
             wife.  "Dear, dear, dear, he's back.  He's BACK!!  What
             should we do!!  What should we do!!  He's almost here.
             Almost here!!"
                  Ranma has seen Mr. Tendo's fits before but this was
             unlike anything before.  Even from the doorway Ranma could
             see his fingers convulsing and the veins along his forehead
             showing clearly against the pale white skin.  Ranma wanted
             to enter, to somehow calm this kind man who had given, not
             only him, but others of need, food and shelter.  He was
             about to slide the door fully open when he felt his father's
             familiar hand on his shoulder.  He turned his head and said,
             "Oyaji?"
                  Ranma's father was weeping too.  "Ranma, please leave.
             The situation we're in has awakened old memories within
             Soun.  Go, hurry.  We must be ready to leave, for Soun's
             sake and his daughters."
                  At that, Genma shoved his son down the hallway and
             entered the room, sliding the door behind him, to help his
             friend of over thirty years.

                  "It will be another twenty hours before that monster
             arrives.  We estimate that he's heading towards Osaka.
             Already we have the new Mechagodzilla outfitted with the
             latest in technology.  But we need more, Kyusaku!!  We need
             your android!!"
                  Kyusaku lighted another cigarette as he calmy packed
             some things.  "Ryu!!"
                  "Yes, father?"
                  "Call your mother."
                  "What!?"
                  "You're staying with her until this is over."
                  "But, father, I want..."
                  "No buts, Ryu!!  Sir, have your driver take my son over
             to Mishima."
                  "But father, what about you?"
                  "I'm going with them, Ryu-san.  Nuku-Nuku too."
                  "NO!!  I want to go with you!!"  A large hand grabbed
             Ryu's.  he could feel himself being dragged out.  "Father!!"
                  But Kyusaku had turned himself away from his son's
             pleas.  A vile government base was no place for a little
             boy.  Especially his own son.  He turned back to the
             official who was busy poking several places on Nuku-Nuku's
             body.
                  "Neh!!  Stop it!!  Tickles!"  Nuku-Nuku squirmed as the
             old man peeked underneath her dress.
                  "Fascinating!"  The old man looked all over her.
                  Kyusaku grabbed the old man by his collar and began to
             shake him.  "We have a nation wide emergency on our hands
             and YOU'RE LOOKING UP MY DAUGHTER'S PANTS!!"
                  The old man's eyes opened wide in surprise as he said,
             "Sorry, sorry!  Just wondering how you managed to make such
             a perfect android!"
                  "Now, get one of those goons to get some private jet or
             helicopter and get me towards your base, NOW!!!"  Kyusaku
             blew out all of the smoke in his lungs over the old man's
             face as he shook him even harder.  "I just might have time
             to add something nice to your `MechaGodzilla.'"

                  He had already encountered some of the `small hard
             things' that always bothered him everytime he came out from
             the depths of the seas.  Godzilla was a creature of
             instinct, not thought.  When hungry, he eats.  When tired,
             he sleeps.  When angry, he destroys.  But once in a while,
             something within him told him to do something.  To go
             somewhere.  If Godzilla had a larger memory, he might have
             remembered the last time he came to Japan in search of one
             of his brethren, recently born.
                  But now, now, something else pulled him toward that
             area that had given him so much pain before.  Something
             pulled him to go towards, then past it.

                  Ranma and Akane stood in the dining room putting
             various things away.
                  "I always thought he was just a myth, a movie thing."
                  "So did I."
                  The two sat in silence for a couple of moments.  Then
             Ranma slowly turned toward Akane.  "Akane?"
                  Akane faced him, "Yes?"
                  "How did your mother die?"
                  Akane's eyes widened then lowered.  "Why do you ask?"
                  "Because I realize I don't know much about your
             family."
                  Akane was silent as old memories surged through her
             head.  Good ones of loving arms and warm beds and fun
             bedtime stories.  Bad ones of a silent father and a cold,
             cold body, hardly stirring, and small painful coughs.  "It's
             been twelve years," started Akane, "since mother died.  I
             was three."
                  Ranma stopped packing as he listened closely, his eyes
             set sternly toward his fiancee who was looking down.
                  "It was a sad time, although Nabiki perhaps faced the
             worst of it.  Kasumi was too busy taking care of me and
             making sure I was happy and house chores and cooking.
             Father...father didn't talk for almost a year.  I remember
             Kasumi and Nabiki being worried that perhaps father might
             follow mother.  But as you can see, he's gotten better.
             Mother had some disease that she had gotten before I was
             born.  Her and father had thought it was cured.  Then I was
             born and two years later it returned.  Mother began to cough
             horribly, her every breathe painful."  Akane had to stop,
             forcing herself to breath calmly.
                  She went on.  "Mother held on for a year.  She wanted
             to see all of us grow up, not just Kasumi, but according to
             Kasumi, she was a frail woman, yet strong minded.  Father
             would sometimes mention a story about how once a boy was
             constantly bothering Kasumi during grade school and she had
             slapped him.  The mother had come complaining over, but
             mother rolled right over her."  Akane smiled, pausing for a
             second, remembering the last time father had told that story
             and Kasumi had reminded father that he must of told Akane a
             hundred times.  "She was strong and graceful, father would
             always say about mother, that's why I loved her, he would
             say."
                  Ranma stared at his fiancee, surprised at the amount of
             passion that poured from Akane's soul.  He searched his own
             memory and found nearly nothing about his own mother, except
             for recent times.  Oyaji never mentions mother either,
             thought Ranma.  He suddenly found himself incredibly jealous
             of Akane and at the same time sorry.  He wanted to reach out
             his hand and hold hers, but something kept him in check.
                  Akane went on, "I remember the day clearly," Akane had
             to take another large shaking breathe, "The day before,
             mother had seemed to take a turn for the better.  Mother was
             holding me in her hands, talking gayly, when...when...,"
             Akane stopped, gripping her fists, trying to contain the
             tears.  The memory was too much.  The blood coming out in
             short violent coughs, staining her little pink dress.
             Father's cry of near panic.
                  Ranma reached out his hand and covered hers.  He knew
             it was right.  He did no more and could do no more.  He
             watched her deal with her past and did nothing more.
                  But at the same time he was angered.  Angered at
             himself that he could do no more than just hold her hand.
             That he could do absolutely nothing to dam the flow of harsh
             memory that made his fiancee, yes fiancee!, cry so.
                  So, they sat, toward each other, one crying, the
             other's face locked in solemn watch, as the rest of the
             household hurriedly prepared for the worst.

                  "Nice to meet you, sir."  Kyusaku took the hand of the
             General.
                  "Same here, same here.  Let's be frank.  We need your
             genius, sir."
                  "I know.  Just point me out toward your labs and I can
             get started."
                  "We can't do that."
                  "What!!"
                  "There are procedures to make sure that information is
             locked tight."
                  "How long will that take."
                  "At least a week."
                  "We don't have a week!!"
                  "Yes.  But we do have your android."
                  "No, you don't."
                  "Yes, we do."
                  "No, you don't."  Kyusaku lit another cigarette.  He
             hated Generals.
                  "Men, I think we need to persuade our guest."
                  "Nuku-Nuku, don't be too cruel."
                  "NOBODY HURTS PAPA-SAN!!"
                  CRASH!!  BOOOM!!  AAARRRGGGHHH!!!
                  
                  "OK, we don't have your android."
                  "I'm quite sure whoever your superior is will be quite
             upset if he found out that you weren't doing everything in
             your power to stop the monster, and also upset that you were
             solely responsibly for losing Mishima's governmental support
             at the same time."
                  "What are you talking about?"
                  "Aren't you aware that my esteemed wife is the
             President of Mishima Corp.?  At my word, she could pull the
             trillions of dollars that help support the Japanese
             Government military."
                  "What!!  Why didn't anyone tell me!!?"  The general
             barked around him at his wounded soldiers.
                  "We thought you knew," said one weakly before passing
             out.
                  Kyusaku lightly elbowed Nuku-Nuku as he put his mouth
             to her ear.  "Smooth, no?"
                  "Uh!!"  Nuku-Nuku nodded, wiping the blood off her
             knuckles.
                  "Well, c'mon, sir.  We'll show you to our labs."

                  "Hurry!!  Now!!"
                  "Maam!!"
                  "What is it!"  Akiko kept her eyes locked on the
             several reports that were coming in.  She was confident that
             with Mishima supporting the military, that the creature
             could be conquered, but she had needed to make sure that
             Mishima was left in competent hands and that was her.  They
             had less then fifteen hours to prepare.
                  "Your son."  Kyouko led the boy in.
                  "Mother."
                  "Ryusuuke!!"  Akiko ran to her boy's side.  "How did
             you get here?"
                  Ryusuuke looked bitterly away.  "Father sent me here.
             He said it was too dangerous."
                  Akiko stroked her son's face.  She could not think of
             anything better to happen.  At last, Mishima would be tested
             to its fullest and she would have her son here to watch his
             mother at her finest.  She would not fail.  "Ryusuuke.
             Stand next to me.  You shall see how your mother handles the
             problems of a nation!"

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        OK, so it wasn't so bad, was it?  Anyway, send comments and flames to
RR568@bard.edu.