Yes, it's Valandar the Red with the opening of yet another
Ranma multi-part fanfic. This one, I hope, stays closer
to the not quite slapstick/not quite dramatic feel of the
series, even if it does take the Wrecking Crew far away
from Nerima. As always, C&C is always welcome.
- Valandar the Red of the Empty Tankard.
All characters from the series Ranma 1/2 and situations
described in said series belong to Kitty, Viz, the
divine Ms. Takahashi, etc. All characters and situations
pertinent to the world of Tayren belong to me. This
is a fanfiction not intended for profit, but
entertainment. Please don't sue me, I have no money.
Oceans of Sky
A Ranma 1/2 Fanfiction
By Valandar the Red
Chapter One
The Arrival
'I'm falling,' thought Ranma. 'Well, I don't remember
Akane hittin' me, so I must be dreaming. After all, the
last thing I remember is fallin' asleep.'
Opening his eyes, the young martial artist had the
opportunity to see something not many people do. Namely,
the ground rushing up at him at a speed usually associated
with high performance automobiles. Fully expecting to
wake up, he ws not prepared for what followed next.
BAM! The pain he felt as he lay there in the crater
proved to him this was no dream. However, he wasn't in
much shape to go exploring. He also didn't much care how
he got there, or where he was; he was too concerned with
making sure all of his bones were in place. Slowly, he
stood, and began to take a single, hesitant step out of
his crater.
WHUMF! Seven forms fell on top of him. Only his hands
poked out in the ever-present warding gesture against
pain, a gesture which didn't really work that well this
time.
"Aiyah! Airen save Shampoo, now will go on date,
yes?"
"Ranma-sama, you have spared my life yet again! How
romantic!"
"Ranma, I don't know how it happened, but it's ALL
YOUR FAULT!"
"Accursed Sorcerer, I know not how thou didst abscond
with us to your hellish realm, but I assure you, the Blue
Thunder of Furinkan High demands vengeance!"
"Shampoo, my love, are you hurt?"
"Ranma, honey, are you okay?"
"Ranma no baka! What have you gone and gotten us into
now?"
Their only answer was a muffled groan from underneath
them. They spent the next several minutes untangling them-
selves, while two individuals looked on.
"Not exactly what I expected from adventurers from
another world," muttered N'akaaran. "And I thought you
said they'd appear at about ground level."
Boven simply huffed. "It's not my fault if you got
the mist from somewhat more than thirty miles deep. And
they fit the requirements of the spell. I asked for the
bravest young band of warriors and adventurers, who would
be most capable of handling a journey to another world."
The reptile eyed the ensuing brawl in the crater.
"You didn't specify they had to be friends, did you?"
"No, why?"
"I think your 'brave adventurers' seem more intent on
killing each other than finding out where they are."
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After sorting themselves out, and brawling with each
other only five or six times, the eight martial artists
finally settled down long enough to find out what was
going on.
"So, you see, the one responsible for bringing you
to Tayren is me," concluded Boven. "There really was no
reason to attack the pigtailed boy like that."
Kuno regarded the mage. "Then you are a practitioner
of the sorcerous arts?"
"Why, yes. Grand Archmage Boven, at your service." He
smiled broadly. with his chubby face, the smile was very
broad, indeed. "Would you like me to show you?"
"I knw the truth, now! You are the black magician who
did instruct the cowardly Ranma Saotome in his demonic
powers, and thus keeps the pigtailed goddess in thrall, as
well as the beauteous Akane Tendo!" He drew his bokken,
and started to charge the now terrified older man.
"Just shut UP!" growled Akane, as her foot met Kuno's
face. It's a good thing her form was a little off, or he
would have collided with the Great barrier, thirty miles
up. As it was, he performed a perfect triple and a half
back somersault, ending in a one point landing on his
forehead.
Ryouga held up a sign that said "8.6" . Ranma held up
one that said "8.3". Mousse held up one that said "3.7".
They glared a him, and he shrugged. It's always the judge
from China.
"Well, anyway, my name is Boven, like I said. My
companion is N'akaaran, and we welcome you to the world of
Tayren." The mage bowed, slightly, and stood up
immediately as one of the gold buttons popped off his
doublet. To his credit, his embarrassment didn't show on
his face.
"Hiya," said the akiir, waving.
"Nice ta meetcha. I'm Saotome Ranma." He gave a brief
bow.
"Tendo Akane, his fiancee." She likewise bowed.
"What do you mean, 'his fiancee'? He's my fiancee,
too!" declared Ukyou.
"Ranma Shampoo's airen, not stupid spatula girl or
crazy violent girl's fi...fian...airen!"
"Ohohohoho! Ranma-sama could not possibly care for
such lowborns as you! I am the only woman with the proper
breeding and culture to care for him! I, Kuno Kodachi, the
Black Rose! OHOHOHOHOHO!"
Feeling where this little introduction session was
leading, N'akaara walked away, and decided to go ahead and
start fishing for tonight's dinner. After baiting the
hook and wedging his pole between three rocks, he leaned
back against a tree. A quick kick, and the line bounced out
into the small stream he sat beside. Soon, the chaotic sounds of
battle struggled against his desire to sleep. Sleep won.
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(Notes will follow the end of Chapter One)
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- Valandar the Red of the Empty Tankard
Relatively enthusiastic, but a bit too
impulive of a writer.
Firm believer in Destiny in existing
relationships...but Destiny's ways are fickle.
"It's never too late to have a happy childhood."
- Berke Brethed, in Bloom County
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