This is a first draft guys! I thought some of you might like it if I
posted some of my early stuff. For feedback only. Don't publish this or 
anything yet. When the final version is out, you can post that one! 

(Assuming anyone would want to ;-)) Now then, on with the show,

Ace Sanchez (email: jsa@fl.net.au, WWW: http://jsa.users.fl.net.au/)

I'm busily working on Volume 2 of Blonde 1/2, but this idea kept 
shouting from within my head so it had to be written.

Oh yeah, it's ok to send c&c and stuff, tell me where I went wrong :-)
It's probably to do with all the Japanese wording and stuff, I'm not
really sure of the spelling ... so if you see something wrong that's
the reason. 

Info: This fic takes place before Nadoka ever showed up. 

WARNING: The following fanfiction may be a bit dark and maybe lemon
scented (in the beginning). This fic may contain scenes of gratitous 
and extreme violence. Swearing too. You have been warned. You might want 
to be 18 before you read this, but hey, anyone can probably get this 
and read it, anyways ...

Oh well, if you aren't turned off yet, read on!

(Standard disclaimer: Ranma 1/2 and its associated characters 
created by Rumiko Takahashi.  Insert rest of standard statements here.)


Ranma + Ryoga (OAV Mini-series)

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Part 1 "Crossing Enemies"


Without thunder or lightning, without wind, the night had come in 
silently. Otherwise the feeling in the air lent an anticipation of a 
coming storm, be it either a physical manifestation or one that was not 
so physical but just as dangerous.

In Nerima, Tokyo, two dark figures leapt from roof to roof in a deadly 
dance of death as each tried to strike the other down before his rival
could do the same.

The moon momentarily reflected in one of the boy's eyes as he descended
upon the other's back, one arm stretched in balance. The other was 
extended, sweeping backwards, in preparation of a strike.

However, the other boy, seemingly able to sense the danger, hopped 
sideways instead, spinning, his short pigtail whipping around in the 
same motion.

The attacker compensated for the extremely quick dodge by the pigtailed
boy, but let out a breath in frustration as he still missed, instead 
ripping a large groove on the house's roof. Skidding to a stop, further
destroying more roof tiles, the stocky boy paused as he adjusted his
orange and black bandanna. He looked around in confusion. The other boy 
had somehow vanished.

"Ryoga, you've got to stop this." The voice came from behind him.

Spinning around, surprised, Ryoga snarled in anger. "Never, Ranma." His 
legs tensed as he prepared to once again leap at his opponent. "For all
the pain and suffering you've put me through. You have to die."

Ranma's blue eyes narrowed as he prepared for the attack. "Look pig 
boy, I know it's my fault for your curse already, but don't you think
your taking this revenge thing a bit too far?"

The other boy's eyes lit up in green fire. "You think your curse is the
worst thing that could've happened to you, but it's nothing compared to
losing your humanity!" More roof tiles crumbled as he gave a gigantic 
leap.

Ranma, however, was already moving out of the way, somersaulting over
his enraged attacker. But as he prepared to make a midair turn to face
him, he felt a strong grip close around his ankle.

"Got you!" Ryoga's voice called out, just before he felt himself being 
swung like a whip towards the roof. Desperately, he tried to wriggle 
his ankle free from the vice-like hand, but the stocky boy with the 
bandanna was far too strong.

Roof tiles crunched around his cheek, some even cutting into his face,
as he was slammed belly first into the hard roof top. Not letting 
himself black out from the pain, he scooted backwards and grabbed his
attacker feet with his legs. Then twisting around quickly, he brought 
him down hard, before hand springing up and gaining some distance.

"That's it Ryoga," Ranma said quietly as he wiped some blood from his
lip. "You wanted a serious fight, now you'll get one."

The bandanna-clad boy back flipped upright, and grinned in 
anticipation. "C'mon girl-boy." A sharp fang appeared in the corner
of his mouth. "I've been serious a long time now."

Ranma growled angrily, and spun forward in a viscous roundhouse kick,
which was too fast for Ryoga to completely block. He was knocked 
backwards, but still upright, gauging twin streaks in the badly 
scrapped roof almost managing to propel him from the top of the house.

"C'mon Ranma, you hit like a girl," Ryoga taunted, unfazed from the
massive hit. "Now try a real man's hit! BAKUSAI TENKETSU!" He smashed
his fingers into the scrapped roof tiles sending shrapnel everywhere.

Ranma knelt down and covered his eyes with his hands as sharp bits of
rock and ceramic exploded all around him. Then an orange blur seemed
to come out of nowhere and an instant later he was flying backwards,
airborne, his stomach feeling like it had caved in and died.

Ryoga landed with a loud crunch, flexing his fingers and watched in 
satisfaction as his hated enemy cleared the edge of the roof dropping 
down with a loud crash on to the upper balcony of the next house. He 
smiled when wash water left in buckets on the balcony, splashed all 
over Ranma, turning him into the girl form that he so hated.

"That was a dirty trick, Ryoga!" the newly formed girl shouted. She
coughed out blood at the stress on her throat.

Ryoga smiled but didn't answer as he again pressed in to attack. 
Jumping from the roof, he somersaulted as he threw several bandannas
from his head, each one seeming to defy physical law as it revolved
into a sharp and deadly weapon.

Ranma also leapt from the balcony, making seemingly impossible dodges
from the shuriken-like bandannas, as she prepared to intercept Ryoga 
in the air. It was no contest. Ryoga was struck several times, face, 
chest, arms and legs, before he knew what was happening by Ranma's
enhanced speed from learning the amagurikan. It ended with him crash 
landing on another house. Midair combat was her specialty. Ranma 
smirked, confidence restored as she landed softly on an adjacent roof. 
She wiped some sweat darkened red hair from her eyes.

The bandanna-clad boy snarled in anger as he slowly raised himself
to hands and knees. He spat out a tooth. "For that, you pay!" His 
green eyes started to glow a red hue in the night's darkness.

"Sorry Ryoga, but the only person I owe money to at the moment is 
Nabiki, and that ain't you pig boy-" She was cut off when Ryoga
whipped out his belt and snaked it towards Ranma's leg. Ranma
leapt backwards easily avoiding the clumsy strike, as Ryoga stood
up to his full height and retrieved his belt.

"Ha ha, you'll have to do better than that- urk!" she landed on a
loose roof tile. It was all the time that Ryoga needed.

Hopping forward quickly he brought up both arms and clenched both 
fists into a fist making a club. He brought this down with 
tremendous force on to the stumbling girl's left knee making a 
sickening snapping sound.

Ranma screamed as she felt her leg get broken, then fell backwards off 
the roof down into the dark alleyway below. Her teeth jarred painfully 
as she landed on her back amid trash cans and rubbish.

Ryoga jumped down also and pinned the girl's arms with both his hands, 
letting his body cushion her body's struggles.

"Get off me you perverted bastard-" Ryoga slapped her hard in the face 
disorienting her enough that she saw spots. This only made her angrier.

She then managed to free her right arm and elbowed him in the stomach.
Ryoga wheezed painfully but didn't budge. "You little bitch!" he 
shouted. He regained his grip on her arm and tightened his grip until he 
heard it snap and felt it grow limp. Ranma screamed out painfully.

"Now Ranma ..." Ryoga enjoyed the tears beginning to leak out of his 
worst enemy's eyes. "What should I do with you?"

"Pig boy! I bet you enjoy this don't you? Having a female body under 
you! Gives you a sense of power! Big man, who gets a nose bleed whenever
Akane looks at you funny!"

Ryoga's eyes began to blaze red again. Ranma unwisely, didn't notice,
she was too scared at the helplessnes she felt. She was utterly 
vulnerable. Ryoga was immensely strong and she was pinned with one arm
and one leg broken.

"Yeah, you're just a big pervert! You get your damn willies out of this 
huh? Don't you see I'm a fucking guy? Get off of me!"

Ryoga's temper just snapped at all the insults Ranma had fired off at 
him. He began to smile evilly, eyes luminant in the darkness.
"But that's just it Ranma." All of Ryoga's anger and Ranma's 
provocactive squirming under him finally let their effect known. He
began to get hard. "You don't look like a guy don't you?" He let
his left arm lower and squeezed one of her breasts painfully. "You
don't feel like one either."

Ranma began to panic more as she felt Ryoga's 'thing' snake up and begin
poking her in the belly. "Ryoga? What the fuck are you doing? I'm a guy,
damn you!" Her eyes widened as she finally noticed Ryoga's furious, but
strangely blank expression.

Ryoga let go of Ranma's breast and punched her in the face, instantly
knocking her out. And now Ranma, he thought to himself. You get yours!


~*~*~*~


Ryoga slowly woke up. It was dawn, he guessed, judging from the amount 
of light. What the hell? he thought silently. He sat up and surveyed his
surroundings. What am I doing in an alleyway? He looked down at himself.
With my pants lowered. Then slowly, the events from last night began to
rush back into his memories. Oh no, he thought. Extremely hesitant, he
looked beside him, afraid of what he would see. Sure enough, Ranma was
lying there, still in girl form. She was flat on her back, shirt ripped
open, bruises all over her breasts and face.

Ryoga felt his stomach began to bubble as he looked at her lower body.
Her legs were slightly spread out, pants shred into so many pieces of
black cloth. Dried blood covered her lower torso and upper legs. Some
other dried fluids surrounded her inner thighs. Ryoga could guess what
it was.

Abruptly, Ryoga stood up, but tripped over his lowered pants, smacking
his face on to the concrete floor. Vomit poured out of his mouth while
his nose exploded in blood as he realized just what he had done last 
night. He must've gone mad he thought, panicking. But no, he could not
deny it to himself any longer. He 'had' been attracted to Ranma's female 
body. Maybe for a long time now. Maybe that was why he so hated Ranma. 
He didn't want to hate himself. He waited until the last trace of bile
left his stomach, and shakily got up on his knees. He crawled over to
Ranma to check if she was still alive. She had a pulse. Just barely.

Ryoga stood up as he came to a decision. After phoning for an ambulance
for Ranma, he would leave Nerima forever. Never to come back. But first
he had to wipe all traces of what he had done to her. Maybe Ranma would
never tell anyone. He hoped.


~*~*~*~


17 years later


~*~*~*~


The tall heavy-set man with black hair in a dark orange bandanna stared 
up at the blinding sun amid its crowd of greyish clouds. His grass green
eyes looked troubled in the morning light. A worried frown marred the 
otherwise smooth forehead, set above a harshly angled but handsome face.

Even before the strange feeling he got last night, Ryoga Hibiki should 
have known trouble was coming. Getting up from sleep and going for a 
short walk only contributed to the sense of suffocation with which he 
had awakened. Of course it was only a short walk, in case he got lost.
And now this disaster happened.

Earlier, coming back from his walk to their campsite, Ryoga had looked 
down fondly at his sleeping wife. She looked cute in her sleeping bag 
next to the campfire that had since gone out from last night. He and 
Akari had been married almost fifteen years now. At the time he was 
most messed up, Akari had sweeped into his life like a brushfire, her 
love giving him another reason to live. He had then turned around to 
look at her pet pig, but strangely he was not where he had laid down to 
sleep last night. Katsunnishi was nowhere to be seen. Funny since the 
damn thing was about two meters high and weighed at least two thousand 
pounds.

Then searching the surrounding forest area had revealed the answer. 
Katsunnishi's decapitated head was found hanging in a nearby tree, black
pig's blood slowly leaking from the severed neck. He was severely 
shocked and disgusted. After all, he was still cursed to be a black pig 
as well. Although, now he was not as small as he used to be since as 
time passed, his pig form grew as well.

The rest of Katsunnishi's body was not found.

Ryoga didn't know how to break it to Akari that her prized pig was now 
dead. He dreaded the moment she woke up and saw the carnage. Then he
grew horrified as another thought struck him. What if the sicko who had
done this was still around? It was definitely another martial artist.
There was no trail left behind, no ordinary person or animal could
have gone undetected by Ryoga's considerable skill. In fact the only
sign left behind that a person had been to their campsite, then silently
left, aside from the dead pig's head, was a long black bandanna. Ryoga
had found it, silently fluttering in the morning breeze, tied to a 
branch next to the one Katsunnishi's head was hanging off.

Ryoga knew of only one person who was this good, and would have a grudge 
against him. He grew pale at the thought. But after all this time, why
would he come after him now? Why not seventeen years ago?

Akari sighed out loud as she came awake. Ryoga immediately ran to her
side. His clothes were a bit dusty from the dirt he had dug up to bury
the pig's head. He thought it best that Akari wouldn't see it.

"Akari, get dressed. We have to go. Now."

Akari yawned as she sat up in the sleeping bag. "What's the matter, 
Ry-chan? We have to leave early so that we can reach the village 
we're due at next?" She got up onto her knees and started gathering her 
clothes. "You take this martial arts teaching business seriously. But I
guess you need me, after all you'd just get lost." She smiled up at him.
The smile slowly faded as she noted Ryoga's tight expression.
"What's wrong?"

Ryoga helped her to dress quickly, while at the same time packing up 
their camping gear. "I'll explain later. But we have to go."


~*~*~*~


Later at the chinese village that was their next stop, Ryoga and Akari
were sitting down eating outside the guest house using one of the 
external tables. Several children were crowding around their table,
excited that the travelling martial arts sensei had finally arrived to
teach them. Unconcerned villagers walked by leaving their children to
their curiosity.

"Now then, Ry-chan ... what was with the rush this morning? And where's
Katsunnishi? You didn't leave him behind did you?"

"Thank you," Ryoga said to the girl placing food on their table. The
tall slender girl with black hair nodded at him. He looked at Akari,
worried how she would react to the news. "Akari. He's dead."

All the blood drained out of Akari's face leaving a pale ghost-like
image instead of her usual vibrant self. "No!"

"I'm sorry." Ryoga couldn't meet her eyes anymore and looked down at his
hands pathetically.

"How did this happen?" she sobbed.

Ryoga lifted his head, his eyes blazing green fire. "Some sicko killed
him, that's what! I found his body, at least what was left of it, this
morning." He cracked his knuckles. "And if I ever find the guy who did 
this, he's gonna wish his parents never laid eyes on each other. Hey!"
Hot Ramen splashed all over his pants.

"Oh, so sorry, kind sir!" It was the girl who had served them their food 
earlier. Ryoga glared at her angrily. What incompetence! Then looking at 
her face, he noticed something strange. Her right eye was blue, the 
colour of the sky, while her other was green. This was set on an
extremely attractive face, which seemed totally unrepentant to what she 
had just done, despite the apologies she was mouthing. In fact, her face
looked downright smug.

Ryoga stared at her mystified, until Akari elbowed him in the side.
"Ry-chan, you're staring," she whispered.

Abruptly, Ryoga snapped out of it. "Heh, heh, sorry about that!" he said
embarrassedly, scratching at the back of his head. "It's just that, well
you look familiar..."

"No worry, good sir." She smiled, her earlier expression giving way to a 
few cute dimples. "Bandanna-boy probably say that to all cute girls." 
The girl then turned around gracefully, carrying the empty bowl of ramen 
she had spilled all on Ryoga's lap. Her long black hair swished around 
and carressed Ryoga's face causing him to shiver. Trance-like he watched 
her walk back into the hostel, her tall and slender figure swaying side 
to side as she walked.

"R-chan!" Akari sobbed. "Katsunnishi is dead and all you can do is ogle
that hussy!"


~*~*~*~


Ryoga snapped awake. There was that feeling again. That feeling of 
danger. This time he knew what it meant. He carefully got up off his 
futon, taking care not to wake Akari. He looked out the window. It was
still dark. Early morning, Ryoga guessed.

Slipping on his yellow shirt and black pants silently, he then proceeded
to open the door to the guest room they were staying in. Not even 
letting the door creak once, even though it had rusty hinges, Ryoga then
proceeded out into the hallway. Noticing that the door to the room where
Ryoga had put all his martial arts training equipment was askew, he
silently walked over on the balls of his feet and looked inside. His jaw
dropped open. Everything was wrecked. From the various martial arts 
weapons, equipment and practise dummies, all was destroyed. Ryoga 
stepped in, a crushed bokken snapping underfoot, still in denial that
this had happened. Then suddenly his eye's glowed red in the room's
darkness. Whoever did this 'will' pay.

Not caring about noise anymore, he crashed outside the hostel, searching
with his senses. There. He felt it. A light aura leaping from tree to 
tree slightly above him.

Launching himself upwards, Ryoga followed his senses to the fleeing 
figure. He then leapt to the next tree branch, sensing the person's 
direction. He followed. After what seemed like an eternity, jumping from 
branch to branch he finally spotted his quarry. He was dressed in a 
black hooded cloak, and leaning on the tree's bough, idly tapping his 
foot on the branch he was standing on.

"About time you got here, slow-poke." The voice was soft and husky. It 
made Ryoga's hair on the back of his neck stand on end. It sounded
familiar and it didn't.

"Ranma! Is that you!" Ryoga growled out loud. "I thought you would've
known by now, not to cross me. You know what happened last time!" He
prepared to leap at the cloaked figure atop the tree branch.

The cloaked figure stayed unmoving, unconcerned at Ryoga's blatant
battle stance. "I always heard you were stupid pig-boy but I never 
really believed it until now."

Ryoga only heard up until the 'pig-boy' part before he stopped 
listening. Only one person ever called him that and knew about his curse
besides Akari. "Ranma! That is you! I should've killed you when I had 
the chance! Did you kill Akari's pig?"

"I did. I hope it prepared you for what I'm now going to do with you."

"Ranma die!" Ryoga leaped forwards hands outstretched. He wanted to tear
Ranma apart with his bare hands.

The cloaked figure raised its hands and intercepted Ryoga's grip. They
grasped each other hand to hand on top of the high tree branch.

"Bad mistake, Ranma!" Ryoga grinned evilly. "I've grown a lot stronger
since we last fought, and even then I was way stronger than you!" He
then tried to force the cloaked figure back. Surprisingly, he wasn't
even able to budge his adversary. "What the hell!" he shouted in 
confusion as the cloaked figure actually began to force HIM back. This 
isn't possible, he thought wildly. No one is stronger than me!

"Yes, I bet I know what you're thinking right now, Ryoga. No one can be
stronger than me right? Ryoga, the strongest man in the world."
Ryoga grew puzzled as the voice sounded feminine this close up.

"Huh? Are you in girl form, Ranma?"

The cloaked figure tensed suddenly and in a shocking display of 
strength, lifted up Ryoga up by his hands, spun him around, and slammed
his back into the tree's bough. The hood fell backwards. A three foot 
long, night-black braid of hair fell out the back. Ryoga's eyes bugged 
out as he recognised the girl from yesterday. Blue and green fire blazed 
out of furious eyes as she stared at him in scorn.

"Don't ever say my mother's name again. It's not worthy to come out of
your maggot infested lips," she said quietly, but said in such a way to
convey even more danger than if it had been shouted.

"I am Ryanko Saotome. I thought it would be polite if you knew your 
killer's name before you went and died. Painfully."

She let out an evil grin, showing sharp fangs. "Bye bye, father."



---- end of part 1. To be continued?


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Well ... there I go again. I hope you guys liked it. BTW this is only
the first rough draft. Posted out of politeness 
(and a want of feedback :-))

Probably lot's of spelling mistakes. And grammatical ones too. For some 
reason I couldn't stop typing until this first draft was done.

Anyway in the final draft, I'll have more scenes and more descriptions
and stuff. This is my first attempt at a serious fic. Hope I didn't
fail.

Anyways seeyas!

Ace Sanchez.

(Oh well, back to Blonde 1/2 Volume 2!)