Author's notes:
This is just one of many fic idea's I wrote during my time of writer's
block, which has yet to leave me by the way. 
Rough fic is posted below, it's half prose, half script, and extremely
rough. You can have it if you want it. 
C&C desired, even flames.

Sincerely,
~ Kahlil N.


The idea:

Selected at birth, Ranma and a select few were trained, enhanced (cursed)
and cultured to be the 
perfect killing machines. They've long forgotten what it means to be human
and live only 
to obey, to fight without question, until they were betrayed by the very
superiors whom they served. 
Now, lost and abandoned, it would take the heart of a young woman to find
what they'd lost long ago...      


The setting:

In an ancient time... 
Of tribes and warriors... 
Were war and death was a fact of life...   

A new tribe would be born... 
Out from the ashes of the old...
It would be called 'The Clan' by the tribes...
And would be feared by all...


The rough fic:


Prologue:

{Scene: Morning in the mountains with a large open plain and a river
nearby. A peasant 
girl, with long black hair, dressed in Chinese clothes is walking along a
clear dirt path 
across an open field of green grass. In the background is a small hut with
smoke coming 
out from its chimney and a man lifting a pile of firewood on his
shoulders.}

Girl: Papa, I�m going out for a short walk ok.

Father: Fine, fine. Just be home before it gets dark ok, Kasumi worries for
you so.

Girl: I will father.

{Scene: The girl held in her hands a small basket as she walked along the
shore of the 
river. She is happy and smiling and swinging her basket at her side as she
stared at the 
running river before she notices something at the corner of her eye. Three
bodies she 
thought. }

Girl: Papa! Papa, come quick. {She screamed as she ran over to the nearest
of the three 
men.}

{Scene: She sat down beside one of the men, this one had his hair tied in a
long pigtail 
as she bent her head forward so that they stared face to face as he began
to stir and 
slightly open his eyes. She checked him for injuries and sighed in relief
when she found 
none, though frowned when he made no movement to wakeup soon and began to
worry. 
And gasped when he began to stir.}

Girl: Are you ok? {She spoke to him sweetly, worry mixed in with fear as
she gazed 
down at the man�s face.}

Man: Mmm�Uhh�

{Scene: The man vaguely heard her whisper to him as he slowly opened his
eyes and 
briefly saw her silhouette face as he tried to reach out to her, before he
passed out. The 
girl a little apprehensive reached extended her hand to his before catching
his hand in 
hers as he fainted. Noticing briefly how strong his hands were and how it
covered her 
hand completely as she placed his hand back on top of his chest and rose
quickly from 
the sand as she raced back to meet her father who came running towards her
and called 
out to him. }

***

Ranma could feel something hard underneath him as well as feel something
soft cover 
him that made him feel warm. A bed he thought. He was on a bed, but who�s
he 
questioned, he slowly opened his eyes and saw a blurry image of a roof
above him. And 
then a face, gentle lines around her cheeks, female he thought, though who
she could be, 
he could not give a name. The face smiled though, and he felt himself
relax. And when 
she spoke, it was like he listening to an echo. A soft sweet echo that rang
in his ears as 
darkness slowly crept around the edges of his vision as he fainted back
into darkness. 

Hearing new voices in his dreams. No longer the soothing voice of the girl
he heard a 
moment ago, no this one swallowed it slowly, getting louder and louder as
he strained 
his ears more to listen to them, frantic and full of pain. Screaming, of
bones breaking, 
and his own cry, deep, feral, and full of hate...

~~~

�Argh!� Ranma screamed as he felt his chest burn with pain from a trust
kick as he felt 
himself fall flat on his back from the attack. He was consciously aware of
others running 
pass him, two he noted as both simultaneously attacked the one that felled
him as he 
slowly got up to his knees.

Two of the men he knew were comrades attacked the one that kicked him,
Taro. He 
remembered just as one of comrades got struck at the back of the head with
a fierce 
roundhouse kick, he fell. Ryouga�

And just as he finally got up his feet, he saw, with no emotion at all,
Mousse take a 
fierce palm strike to the eyes as he too fell back on the concrete floor�

And he felt anger�

Taro faced him; eyes aglow with hate mirroring Ranma�s own eyes as they
both 
charged. Fist blocked roundhouse kick as Ranma countered with a trust kick
of his own, 
which Taro casually sidestepped as he returned with backhanded fist to the
face. Ranma 
fell hard to the floor as he rolled to the side as he narrowly avoided
being stomped to the 
ground as he trust his leg and struck Taro across the cheek as he got up.
And followed it up 
with a round house and a series of trust kicks, the last of which Taro
caught as Ranma leaped 
forward and kicked Taro on the chest, releasing Taro's grip on his ankle as
he leaped off the boy 
and landed a few meters away. 

Slightly dazed, Taro glared back at Ranma as they squared off again,
circling the other before 
meeting head on. Punches and kicks, quick jabs and broken holds, they
fought savagely until 
Taro managed to get a kick in pass Ranma's defense as he fell back onto the
floor out of breath. 
He didn�t get the chance to get up again cause no sooner did Ranma fall to
the ground did Taro 
pounce on him, pounding him senseless with a barrage of punches to the
chest and face  
as he heard a voice ring loudly in his ears as he wavered in and out of
consciousness...       

A voice, cocky, young, superior� 

"You�re men are obsolete�" he said. 

"They�re all obsolete�"

Obsolete. Obsolete. Obsolete. Obsolete� 

"You�re men are obsolete�"

~~~

Ranma: �Arghaahhh�ah�hah�hah�hah�hah��

{Scene: Ranma wakes up sweating and finds himself sitting on a cot inside
an 
unfamiliar house. It is fairly bright inside as he noted that it was still
morning outside.}

Girl: Good morning� {A voice said nearby.}

<Ranma turns around to find a girl standing by the doorway of the hut, the
light outside 
slightly shadowed her features, though clearly he knew she was female and
held a small 
tray in her hands. Ranma could only gape as she walked inside as felt
unfamiliar sensations 
course through his body. >

Girl: How are you feeling? {she asked softly as she walked over to the bed
Ranma lay on.}

<Ranma didn�t answer as he watched her carefully, if not intrigued. The
girl blushes at 
the scrutiny as she sat down beside him on the cot, laying down the tray
she held before 
her. She took one of the small towel's on the tray to wipe his forehead,
but Ranma backed away 
from her hand, unsure of what to make of her gesture. He wasn�t familiar
with this kind of 
treatment. >

Girl: It�s all right� <She tried to assure as she reached out and wiped his
forehead 
tentatively, and when Ranma relaxed, she wiped his forehead and cheeks
gently. She 
smiled in satisfaction as she finished up and arranged her tray and got up
to leave but not 
before Ranma took her hand gently in his before she managed to get up as he
pulled her 
gently down to sit again. And stared, just stared at her, memorizing every
inch, every curve, 
every line of her face as Akane felt herself blush as she hesitantly pulled
her hand free. >

Girl: I�ll go get you something to eat� < She assured as she patted his
hand gently which 
Ranma noted with an emotionless glance as Akane got up and left with the
tray in hand as she 
parted the cloth door aside and walked out of the room. Ranma lay there
quietly, absently thinking 
of nothing as he leveled his hand before him and studied it before
returning his eyes to the door as 
he waited for her to come back. >   

~~~
{In another room, in the same house}

Father: �But it isn�t right, they are injured men -�

Elder: �They are a threat to the tribe Soun, you very well know that.�
{Soun stutters for 
a moment as a brief memory played in his mind before it was washed away by
resolve. 
He falls silent as Khu Lon sighed.}

Elder: �I�ll speak to the other�s for their behalf, though I�m pretty sure
they won�t agree 
with your idea.�

Father: �Elder�� {A wave of a hand silences him as Khu Lon continued.}

Khu Lon: �I�ve made up my mind, Soun. The council will hear about this when
we later 
convene on the matter.�

Soun: �Yes, but - Ah... Akane��

Akane emerged from Ranma�s room and was greeted to the sight of an Elder
and her 
father talking in front of the dining room table. Both wore grim faces she
saw as she 
stood in the doorway. 

Akane: �Father, Honored Elder�� She nodded as the other two returned it.
She walked 
pass both of them and into the kitchen behind them as she grabbed some clay
cups 
nearby and relieved the stove of a steaming kettle and began pouring some
water into 
cups to make some tea.

Elder: �We�ll discuss this later, Soun. Akane�� She turns around to face
the door and 
prepares to exit when�

Akane: �Won�t you at lease stay for some tea, Elder��

Elder: �Thank you, Akane. A later time perhaps�� She nods as both return it
and she 
departs through the doors.

When Khu Lon already left. Soun grimaces as he leans back on the table, his
posture 
that of a tired old man.

Akane: �Father��

Soun, putting on a brave front as he smiles: �Yes Akane��

Akane: "<pause><thinking> Will he be all right?"

Soun: " <sigh> I'm pretty sure he will..." 

Akane nodded as she resumed preparing tea.


~ end prologue


Final notes:

Well, that's it for this idea. This fic idea was originally conceived from
watching the movie Soldier, 
all rights belong to whoever owns them.

C&C welcome.

Sincerely,
~ Kahlil N.

Frost fills the sky over Ten Mile lake...
Silken threads anxious of youth...
Looking at the moon and feeling lonely...
Envious of lover's not of immortality...
Envious of love, not of immoratality... 
        ~ Exceprt from the movie "A Chinese Ghsot Story"
           Ranma 1/2: A Chinese Ghost Story

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