From: John-Martin Lotz <johnl@gate1.tomatoweb.com>
To: FFML <ffml@fanfic.com>
Subject: [FFML] Fic [Ranma / SM ] All Relative, part 2
Date: Sunday, December 12, 1999 10:04 AM
All Relative Part 2, A SM/Ranma 1/2 crossover
Sailor Moon is the property of Takeuchi Naoko and some
corporations. Ranma 1/2 is the property of Takashi Rumiko and some
other corporation
Notes:
1) This starts Dark then turns Waffy
2) For the purpose of this story all of the Inner Scouts attend Juuban High
3) I faithfully promise that Ranma will NOT become a Sailor Scout,
nor be reincarnated from the Moon Kingdom as anyone important)
Quick recap of the players
Ranma Ranma
Haruka Sailor Uranus
Michiru Sailor Neptune
Hotaru Sailor Saturn
Ami Sailor Mercury
Minako Sailor Venus
Usagi Sailor Moon
Mamora Tuxedo Mask
Rei Sailor Mars
Makoto Sailor Jupiter
Setsuna Sailor Pluto
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As the two left there was moment of silence as the rest
absorbed the thought of Haruka giving her car to anyone,
even Michiru. She grinned at them, "We brought two cars."
"Anyway I do need your help. I have somehow found myself
honor bound to be the guardian of a sex-shifting, teen-aged,
martial-artist. One who will need a stick to beat off would-be
suitors in either sex. A walking nail begging to be pounded
down. And I'm sure that is just the beginning of the troubles,
once I have time to think, I'm certain to think of others."
The silence deepened to stillness as the rest took in the problems
facing her.
"Errr, can I help," Makoto Kino (Sailor Jupiter) raised her hand,
Haruka looked at her. "Suggesting some other problems you
might want to think about."
"Ranma is about 15, right?"
The rest looked at Makoto, stunned that she had yet to mention
that Ranma resembled her old boyfriend. Haruka nodded.
"When my parents died, I was broken up, but I had my friends
and family around to help me. As near as I can figure, Ranma
lost everything. The way of life he has known for two thirds of
his life, gone. The only person who has been a constant in his
life, gone. He didn't say, but I have a feeling that he ended up
burying his father after he killed himself. Then he walked out
from wherever he was and got here, he doesn't look as if he ever
had the time to mourn."
Haruka closed her eyes, as Ami, who was sitting behind Usagi
patted her on the back, then spoke, "Haruka-san." The
honorific somehow seemed appropriate to the message she had
to give. "That is not all, you saw what happened when he got
wet. We have all grown up as girls, we knew what to expect
socially and physically. As an example, he had never
had her time."
The rest looked puzzled as they parsed the sentence,
then their eyes widened as they exchanged glances.
Ami wasn't paying any attention, "I would doubt that he
ever sat a modern health class - especially one for girls."
"Any there is something else, you heard him comment
on being raised a MAN among men. Anyone want to bet
that he grew up on comments like, 'Don't be a girl', 'Only
girls cry', 'You are weak, just like a girl.' Looking around
she could tell she wasn't about to win any sucker bets.
"This situation is probably one step beyond embarrassing
to him, it must be mortifying. The fact that he is still going
speaks wonders as to his strength."
Haruka sagged for an instant; then Usagi spoke up, using
her Serenity voice. "Uranus, can we help you bear your load?
The five of us attend Juuban High School, if you need help
we can help keep an eye on Ranma at school."
"Thanks, but for now I'll watch him. I'll keep the offer in
mind, but for right now, I could use any advice you could
provide."
Rei just looked at Usagi/Serenity, "If I ever fall back into
just thinking of her as an air headed twit, I want to make
sure that I remember this," she thought to herself.
"What do you think Setsuna," the Senshi of Fire asked,
looking around, "Humph, she disappeared as usual.
Just once, I'd like to have her hang around to give a
straight answer, without the end of the universe being
involved."
The six girls sat to make plans.
The next morning, Michiru sat sipping a cup alternately
giggling as Haruka bounced from cupboard to cupboard-
muttering comments as to just how much one teenaged boy
can eat and contemplating Haruka. Most people just saw
her brash, intemperate side, but before they had drifted off
to sleep, Hotaru had told her everything that the rest of the
Sailor Scout had said, fretting that there was no way that
she could ever successfully raise Ranma. Privately,
Michiru thought it - Haruka's fretting - was a good sign.
Hotaru starred out the widow, entranced as this cousin of
Papa's danced and flowed though a Kata. She had seen
the others do the martial arts exercise before and it had
looked so graceful and powerful, but what Ranma was
doing, she shook her head in amazement.
A couple of minutes later, Ranma glided into to dining room
rubbing his sweat dampened hair, smiled at Michiru and
Haruka and looked at Hotaru then grinned. "You must be
Hotaru, Michiru said I would meet you."
As Ranma proved Michiru's buying the extra provisions to
be a wise idea, he took in Hotaru's covert studying. "Saw
you watching me out the window, do ya think I'm very good?"
She nodded at him, wide eyed.
"You should have seen me when I started, I was really bad.
I practiced and got better and better. If you'd like and these
two say okay, I'll teach you a few moves."
Hotaru transferred a look as Kawaii as every kitten ever born
to her guardians; who looked at each other, sighed then nodded.
When Hotaru had left Haruka glared at Ranma. "I don't like
being mouse trapped. Hotaru is delicate."
Ranma stood, "And you're worried that I will be too hard for her?"
He lifted his hands "See these?"
"They once punched through the hood of a moving car,
pulled out the engine, grabbed and cradled a baby as I
jumped away." Ranma chose a relatively normal situation
from his past, somehow he doubted that throwing Ki and
using some of the secret Satome family techniques he
had seen his pop use and learned, would reassure his
guardian. "Some drunk tried to plow through a crowd of
people full speed, pulling the engine out was the easiest
way to stop the car. He tried to take another car to get
in, the baby was still In the that one so I returned the
baby to his mom."
"What happened to the drunk?" Michiru asked.
"Turned him over to the police."
"Pity."
"A part of the code says that I must help those who are
weaker than myself. I can see that Hotaru has great
strength inside. However, weak as she is physically, she
must be a target for her school friends teasing."
The two nodded.
Hotaru giggled slightly to herself, as, a bit later, she
went into school, her classmates staring at her and the
departing Ranma. Ranma had volunteered to take her
on as a student and offered to walk her school.
She had thought that it would mean walking to school . . .
on the ground. And it had for a bit, then as she was
beginning to feel a bit tired, he asked and taking her
book bag had swung her onto his shoulder and resumed
walking, Then he explained that one of the critical things
that a martial artist needed was balance, so he jumped
up to the top of a wall and just strolled along
effortlessly as if they were on the ground.
Intersection were leapt over, without breaking stride
and too soon they arrived at school. And he softly landed.
"Later Hotaru-chan."
"Bye for now, brother" She had thought about it and decided that the
term fit.
End part two
Here you go, It seems that people like this one so I'll
continue to work on it.
Regarding the car engine scene, I know it never occurred in the original
A number of people have written commenting that Ranma was acting OOC. I see
it
as Ranma being very nervous and putting on his best party manners. A more
relaxed Ranma will appear
If anyone is interested in hosting this story, I'd appreciate it.
Other Ideas I am playing with are:
The League of Substitute Senshi
Ranma Chan meets Jackie Chan (a Spamfic obviously)
The Tear of a Samurai, {involves Kuno, the Nanban Mirror and Miyamoto
Mushashi }
jml
AKA
John-Martin Lotz
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