Lurker strikes again! C&C this piece of a new fanfic, if you dare...

This is a story of Ranma's life gone horribly wrong. It's also a 
crossover of sorts. (Am I doing entirely too many crossovers lately?
)

				The Eternal Lost Lurker
			               Presents

				      Ranma  1/2

                		K   O   M    O   R   I

Based on Ranma 1/2
Created by Takahashi Rumiko
Additionally based on
Batman
Created by Bob Kane
Apologies to Weekly Shonen, Shogakukan, VIZ Communications, Detective 
Comics, and Warner Bros.

   [Nerima, Tokyo]

   Tendou Soun sat by the partially open shoji overlooking the garden 
of his ancestral home. The skies were gloomily overcast, and a 
moderate rain sheeted the view. 
   He sighed. Today was a very painful day for him, almost as painful 
as the day his beloved wife had passed away. Eight years ago this day,
 his oldest and best friend had died tragically, alongside his wife. 
Saotome Genma's son had vanished after that. Soun couldn't help but 
feel for the boy, but he felt for something else as well--the 
knowledge that his line was the last existing clan of the Anything-
Goes school of martial arts. 
   "Father?" his eldest daughter called to him softly from the 
kitchen. "Are you feeling well?"
   Soun turned and smiled sadly at the young woman who had kept him 
sane all these years. "Yes, Kasumi. Just somewhat tired."
   Kasumi nodded. "Isn't today the day--?"
   Soun sighed, and bowed his head. "It is," he replied. 
   Kasumi smiled reassuringly at her father, and left him to his 
thoughts.
   Sighing, Soun moved over to the television and turned on the news, 
just as his youngest daughter entered from the dojo. "Hi Dad," she 
said as she flopped onto the sofa.
   "Hello Akane," Soun said, not being able to keep himself from 
smiling. "Good workout?"
   Akane nodded. "Hai! I think I gained a little speed boost today in 
my punching technique."
   "Excellent!" Soun beamed. He clicked the TV on, searching out the 
evening news broadcast. 
   /...this morning, Tokyo police again are baffled over the actions 
of what appears to be a mystery vigilante. Four muggers, who have 
been identified by their victims, were found tied up and strung from 
a streetlight in Nerima district. According to spokesmen for the 
police department, a strong, lightweight cable was used, and a metal 
weapon of some sort was attached to one end of the cable. Eyewitness 
reports that the weapon was shaped like a bat would not be confirmed 
by the police. In other news.../
   Akane groaned. "It used to be so peaceful around here. Now, 
muggers? Vigilantes?"
   Soun nodded. "Hai, I am just thankful that you girls can all 
defend yourselves from muggers and attackers."
   Akane grunted an agreement. "Yeah, thank the kami you managed to 
teach Nabiki and Kasumi how to defend themselves before they lost 
interest in the Art."
   Soun grimaced. "Well, at least one of my daughters chose to pursue 
the school."
   Akane straightened up proudly. "I could never let down the family, 
dad. Someone has to do it, and I'm the best choice."
   "You sure are Sis," Nabiki called from the doorway. "Half the boys 
at Furinkan can attest to that."
   Akane smirked. "Don't remind me."
   Kasumi called from the kitchen. "Dinner is almost ready!"

   A young doctor watched curiously from the rear window of his 
clinic as a young woman with red hair, dressed in black Chinese 
clothes, stepped into the alleyway behind his building, stopped 
halfway into the alley, and laid two hinageshi blossoms on the ground,
 then turned and walked away.

   Morning in Nerima found Akane and Nabiki headed to school, early 
for a change. Nabiki ran a bit ahead of her sister. "Gotta get a good 
seat for the show," she chirped. Akane growled at her. 
   As Akane approached the gates, a horde of about seventy boys in 
various sporting costumes rushed her, screaming proclamations of love.
 Akane sighed, and settled into a fighting stance.
   Then, something unusual happened. A cloud of smoke erupted in the 
center of the field. Akane backflipped away, as boys began gagging 
and choking. There were groans, curses, and thuds from within the 
cloud. As the smoke began to clear, Akane saw, to her surprise, that 
the boys were mostly already unconscious on the ground. Seven large 
boys were facing off against a figure dressed all in black. Akane 
wondered what was going on. 
   The mysterious figure was doing incredibly well against the foes, 
even better than Akane herself would, she noted with a touch of 
jealousy. Swipes with hockey sticks and bokkens were skillfully 
dodged, punches and tackles were evaded. A kick, two kicks, a punch, 
a flurry of moves, a sweep, a throw, and five boys went down. 
Something whizzed from the figure's hand, and the other two fell to 
the ground with loud grunts. 
   Finally, the figure stopped moving, and Akane got her first good 
look. She was pretty sure the person was male. He was dressed in a 
form-fitting black kuroko suit, as well as a black cape and a cowl 
with pointed ears. On his chest, a kanji was embroidered in yellow 
thread. Akane read it aloud, somewhat disbelievingly. 
   "Komori..."
   The figure took a step closer to her. She backed away slightly. He 
stopped moving, and assumed a non-aggressive stance. "Are you alright 
miss?" he asked, his voice low, soft, almost a rasp. 
   Familiar anger reasserted itself quickly, and Akane glared at the 
masked vigilante. "That was my fight! You had no business 
interfering!!"
   If this person had an emotional reaction to her tirade, it didn't 
show. Instead, he turned his head slightly to the side. "Was it a 
matter of...honor?" he whispered.
   Akane blinked. "Well, no, but..."
   His jaw hardened. "Then you have no problem."
   Akane ground her teeth. "Why, you!"
   A new voice broke into the conversation: "HOLD, DARK FIEND!!"
   Akane groaned. "Kunou."

   "What are you, that hides behind a dark mask, and would have the 
temerity to interrupt the battle waged for the heart of the fair 
huntress Tendou Akane?"
   The caped figure stared at the kendoist who had just stepped from 
behind a tree, levelling a bokken at him. He began to speak when...
   "But hold, is it not mete that he who issues the challenge should 
give his name first? Very well then, mine I shall give! I am the 
noblest of noblemen, the scion of the kami themselves, the rising 
star of the high school kendo world. My peers address me as the Blue 
Thunder of Furinkan High! Kunou Tatewaki, upperclassman, age 17."
   "Oh please," the dark figure rasped. "Are you always this long-
winded?"
   Kunou's face twisted in rage. "BE SILENT, KNAVE!!!" He lunged with 
his bokken.
   A dark expression claimed the visible half of the caped figure's 
face. and he removed a device from his belt, throwing it at Kunou's 
hand. The blade of the shuriken bit the kendoist, who gasped in 
surprise and dropped his bokken.
   Smirking, the masked figure said, "Now, if you're finished blowing 
wind, I'll tell you that you may call me Komori." With that, he 
lunged forward and drove a gloved fist into Kunou's gut, then snapped 
a kick to his head. Kunou made one choked protest, and dropped to the 
ground. 
   Akane stared in awe. Nobody she knew had ever been good enough to 
do that to Kunou.
   By the time she recovered her wits, Komori had vanished.

   

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