She ran down the street, seemingly heedless of the lightning
bolt frozen in time behind her. She looked like a disaster victim,
with her clothes torn, ripped and burned beyond use. As she ran,
however, they seemed to knit together until they resembled a
schoolgirl's uniform.
Her long, dark green hair flapped in the breeze, whipping
from time to time against the long staff she held in one hand.
The lighting bolt unfroze, and struck, but the resultant
thunder stopped in mid-roll, as if someone had let the record skip.
Elsewhere in town, lines of light began to emerge from the streets,
shining up towards the sky in a moire pattern.
*Not much time left before the explosion,* she thought to
herself as several other lightning bolts either struck, or froze in
space in the distance.
Her costumed nearly mended, she approached a walled dojo.
Huffing and puffing with exhaustion, she leaned up against the
stone wall to rest.
Within seconds, a small blurred shape shot for her
midsection.
"PLUTO-CHAN! Sweeto!"
She bashed the shape to the ground with the staff.
"Happousai." She turned the staff until it was leveled at the
pervert's wrinkled head. "I don't have time for this. I need the
Nan-ban mirror. Now."
"Some way to greet your beloved Happi-chan!"
She brought the staff down on his head, hard. "In less than
twenty minutes, a chronal explosion will wipe Tokyo out of
existance. I have to have the mirror, or everything you know will
cease to exist."
"Love to help, sweetie, but I don't have it any more."
"What? Cologne or Saffron--"
The shriveled martial arts master shook his head. "Nope. It's
gone, kaput, sayanora, broke beyond all repair."
"Broken?!?!" For the first time in her long life she began to
despair.
"Sorry, it's not MY fault if you can't go backwards or
forewards as you please. Some people just have no respect for their
elders..."
Pluto slumpled against the wall in horror. "Then all is
lost..." The next available device was hundreds of miles away, and
she had no transportation. A teleport was out of the question...
"Hmm... Maybe I have time to go see Ranma-chan or Akane-chan
before the end. Maybe Nabiki. She's the one who broke the mirror,
you know."
She turned her head at the proclomation. "A... *person*...
broke the mirror?"
"Mm-hm. Stepped right in the middle of it. I was so attached
to the darling little thing, too."
*There might still be hope!* She rose to her feet just as the
pervert was about the leave, hooking him on the end of the staff.
"Where is this Nabiki, Happousai?"
Under threat of his life, (something she was not sure she'd
be able to carry out) Happousai led her one of the upstairs
bedrooms. She quietly stomped him into immobility and let herself
inside the room.
Sure enough, the girl lay asleep in her bed, with her stereo
playing pop music next to her. She almost cried as she saw the
energy that still clung to the girl like saran wrap.
"Nabiki, wake up."
"Snffzzzzf... Yah, Neechan. 's gettin' up. 'us seconz."
"Nabiki, this is important. You must get up now. The entire
world is depending on you."
The girl's eyes snapped open in shock. "I have a gun--"
"You have a pellet pistol, and its in your desk drawer.
Listen to me, I'm not here to harm you."
Nabiki looked at the woman down her nose. "Riiiight..."
"I'm Sailor Pluto, keeper of the gate of time."
"And I'm Hillary Clinton. Leave or I scream. Several
*powerful* martial artists live right down the hall."
Pluto raised her hand and produced a sphere of tightly
controlled light. Nabiki began to tremble.
"In seventeen minutes, a temporal explosion will distroy much
of Japan. It's target was myself, and the rest of the senshi. I
have to travel back in time to correct a mistake so that we can
avoid the attack."
Shaken, Nabiki nodded. "Can't you just..." she pointed at the
staff.
"It's forbidden. In such dire times, I rely on several
magical items that effect a temporal change. The item I was hoping
to reach was destroyed several months ago."
Nabiki closed her eyes in horror. "That damned mirror."
"Correct. You broke the mirror, though, so there is still
hope."
"I don't understand."
"It's temporal energy has been transferred to you. You now
have the same abilities as the mirror."
"Say what?!?!"
Suddenly, two more young women burst into the room. The first
was dressed in kitten pajamas and had short black hair. The other
wore men's boxers and an undershirt, and had flaming red hair with
a pigtail.
"What's goin' on here?" The pigtailed girl shouted.
Pluto shook her head. *If Charon wants to turn time on its
ass, then fine. That's the way we'll play it."
She pulled out three short, jewelled sticks.
"It's a martial artist's duty to save the world, right?"
The two girls hesitantly nodded.
"Alright, then hold these and shout..." She handed the first
stick to Nabiki. "'Comet Fire'--"
The second went to Akane. "'Comet Ice'--"
The third went to the pigtailed girl, Ranma. *A Juesenk-ite
nonetheless. This should be rich.*
Pluto patted the poor girl on the shoulder. "And, 'Comet
Water'."
The girls did as they were told--
"Comet Fire Power-MAKE UP!"
"Comet Ice Power-MAKE UP!"
"Comet Water Power-MAKE UP!"
-- And dissapeared in a flash of time.
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Got this idea from all the excellent SM/R1/2 crosses lately. Unfortuneately,
I simply don't know enough about un-DIC'ed SM to write such a thing.
Any takers?
Chris 'Waiting for his fan-subs' Jones
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