-----Original Message-----
From: Louis-Philippe Giroux <dragon@anime.usacomputers.net>
To: ffml@fanfic.com <ffml@fanfic.com>
Date: Thursday, April 01, 1999 6:42 PM
Subject: [FFML] [SM/Ranma] Lines Of Destiny 12 trailer...

  People have been hounding me for a mini-trailer of chapter 12, so here
it is...

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  Lines Of Destiny

  A Sailor Moon/Ranma 1/2  Crossover

  By Louis-Philippe Giroux
  Dragon@anime.usacomputers.net

  Thank you for all your comments!  Keep'em coming!
  C&C is always welcome!!!

  Sailor Moon was created by Naoko Takeuchi and Ranma 1/2 by Rumiko
Takahashi.  Please don't sue me.

  The latest versions of the previous chapters are always the ones on my
WWW page at
http://www.anime.usacomputers.net/~dragon/lines/lines.html


  Chapter 12 (trailer)


  As soon as the bang from the Happodaikarin subsided, Akane opened her
eyes, fearful of what she would see.  The first thing she saw was a very
wet, and very male Haruka, standing ramrod straight and obviously in shock.
Ranma, still female, was groaning on the floor, slowly coming out of the
Neko-ken.

  Michiru was, of course, the first one to notice.  "Haruka!" she cried
out in shock.  "What's happened to you!?"

  Setstuna, who had just made a sneak entrance, beaned Michiru with the
butt of the Time Staff.  "What does it look like, bubblehead?  She's a man,
now, just as you've always wanted!"

O.K. about what I expected, sort of.

  "USAGI!" screamed Rei in shock.  Everyone suddenly turned around,
thinking that Usagi had once again managed to spill some grape juice on
Rei's manga.  Unfortunately, it was a bit worse.  Usagi had also been
sprayed with water from the flask and in her place now stood a young blonde
man with the goofiest hairdo anyone had ever seen on a male before.

  Usagi-kun patted his chest experimentally and noticed that there was
something (or rather two small somethings) that were missing.
"Waaaaahhhh" he wailed, sounding like a sissy, "I'm a guy!"

  "He looks just like my old sempai!" Makoto said , hearts in her eyes.
Ami edged away from her.  Minako didn't because she was being turned on by
Usagi-kun.

Your starting to scare me.!!!!!

  Chibi-Usa's eyes widened and she turned around, finally setting her
beady little eyes on Usagi-kun.  "DADDY!" she said joyously, hugging the
now-distraught young man.

  "What are you talking about, Chibi-Usa!?  I can't be your father, I'm
your mother!" replied Usagi-kun, temporarily stopping the waterworks.

  "No you're not!"  Chibi-Usa replied, shaking her head and temporarily
reminding Usai-kun that he could really go for some cotton candy right now.
"You're my father!"

  "Hey, wait a minute!" replied Mamoru, now again upset.  "I'm your

father!"

  Chibi-Usa shook her head.  "No you're not."

  "But what about all those times you tried act like you were my
girlfriend?  You kept telling me I was your daddy!"

  Chibi-Usa rolled her eyes.  Oh come on!"  she said exasperatedly.  "Do
you really think I'd go after my *own* father?  Just what kind of a
perverted freak do you think I am?"  She paused as she felt one of her
odangos being slowly chewed.  She turned around and saw that Usagi-kun was
tring to eat one of the pink puffs.

  "Sorry," he said sheepishly, letting go.  He suddenly became pensive.
"But if I'm your father, than who's your mother?  You obviously take some
resemblance after me."

  "Silly," she said playfully.  "Where do you think I got pink hair from?"

  There was a pregnant pause, and everyone turned to look at Ranma-chan,
who was getting up off the floor.  She noticed everyone's stares.  "What?"
she asked.

  "Mommy!"  the pink spore detached herself from her father and glomped
Ranma-chan with a grip that would make a Xenomorph face-hugger proud.

When does the hurting stop?  Can someone please tell me when does the
HURTING STOP!!!!

  Setsuna looked at her watch and counted to three.  The shrine doors
burst open and three figures made their way into the room.   Three girls,
each wearing some kind of outfit that made the Senshi's look like tame.
One had a mane of red-pink hair, the other red hair and the last one
neon-green hair.

  "I'm Weddin Angel Peach!" announced the first one, as she approached
Ranma-chan.  "I am Wedding Angel Lily!"a nnounced the second.  "I am
Wedding Angel Daisy" announced the third.  Then, all three at once pointed
to Ranma-chan.  "And you are our newest team member!  Wedding Angel
Rhododendron!"

  The Universe blinked.

  "What the _hell_ are you talking about!" shouted Ranma-chan at the trio.
*Wedding Angel Rhododendron?* she thought confusedly.  *What kind of name
is that??*

  "Don't worry," said Angel Peach.  "Just hold this and say whatever comes
to mind," she said, pushing a garter belt in Ranma-chan's hands.

  "Like hell!"  Ranma snorted. " You think you can get me to say 'Wedding
Kawaii Flower'?".  She blinked as a light show enveloped her.  *Kuso!  I've
got to stop doing this!*

  As the light show faded, jaws began dropping all arond the room and the
females present and to forcibly remind themselves that they were *not*
turned on by a girl.

  Angel Rhododendron blinked and looked at herself, clad in a white,
diamond-studded wedding dress and filling it in a way that would have made
any model on earth jealous with envy.

  She then fainted.

MOMMY MAKE THE BAD MAN STOP MOMMY HE SCARES ME.

  Setsuna stopped scratching her butt and put her hands up.  "Chill out,
Kanon, everything will be okay."  She then went up to Angel Rhododendron
and kicked her a few times.  "Oy!  Wake up!"

  Angel Rhododendron snapped awake.  "This isn't happening!" she said
nervously, looking around.  She suddenly had an idea.  "I can't do this,
I'm a guy!" she said, dousing herself with a convenient kettle.  The result
was a young man who looked really stupid in a wedding dress.

  Setsuna belched and splashed Ranma with a ladle, turning her female
again.  Ranma glared at her and doused herself with the kettle  again, only
to find out she was still a girl.  "Hey, what happened!" she said,
panicking.

  Setsuna held the Chisuiton up, grinning.  "Gotcha!"

  Ranma-chan would not be broken so easily.  "There's still the
Kaisuifuu!" she shot back.

  Setsuna dumped a several pieces of what you used to be a kettle at
Ranma's feet.  "You mean this?" she smirked.

  Ranma-chan began wailing, broken.  Setsuna frowned and bashed her with
her staff.  Ranma-chan wobbled around and looked around her.   "I'm back!"
Akana said happily.  Now, Ranma can stay stuck in _my_ head!!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"   she laughed in a way that would have made Kodachi
weep in jealousy.  She turned to Wedding Peach and Kanon.  "Let's go, boys
and girls, I can't wait to try all those naughty outfits and grab a
boyfriend or six!"

  Akane moved to the middle of the room.  "Ranma," she said, her voice
choking with emotion.  "I'm sorry, but I can't love you as a girl.  I'm
divorcing and marrying Mamoru."

  Mamoru brightened at this.

  "Not so fast," said Setsuna, putting herself between Akane and Mamoru.
She took Ranma's discarded kettle and splashed herself, revealing to all
that she was none other than a Jusenkyou-cursed...  Mamoru?

  The was another deep silence.

  "How?"  cried Mamoru.  "How can you look like me!?"

  "You'll find out," said Setsuna, tapping the floor with the Time Staff.
"You've got an appointment with Fate."

  A hole suddenly opened under Mamoru, who yelped as he was swallowed by
it.  When he was completely gone, Sestuna waled over to the hole and
dropped the Time Staff in it.  "Enjoy yourself!" she hollered.

  Mamoru found himself dumped in a spring.  When she climbed out, she
patted her chest and noticed that he was no longer of the male persuasion.
"What?..." she said weakly.

  "Oh, no, sir!" came a voice behind her.  She turned around and saw a
pudgy-looking man in a Chinese Communist outfit run towards him.  "You fall
in Plutoniichuan, where Time Guardian die in tragic accident 15 years from
now!"

  Mamoru-chan blinked.  She yelped as the Time Staff fell on her head.

 " I almost forget!"  said the pudgy man.  "I told to give you this!"  He
handed Mamoru-chan a letter.

  She opened it and read:  "Gotcha!  April Fool's Day!"

AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHH.

   I can't take it anymore!!!!!  So saying, Erik calmly rolls outside, looks
both ways at the intersection then rolls his wheelchair right in front of
the speeding semi.

    Seriously though I do have to admit that was a very creative and very
sick and twisted story to write.  I like it, warped as it was


    Erik B.