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Ranmazoku By PansutoTarou5925
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DISCLAIMER - I do not own the rights to Slayers nor do I own the rights
to Ranma �. Long live the rightful owners of these two fine anime.
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Author's Note: When you see more of this fanfic depends mightily on the
outcome of the UF-LSU game because of reasons too bizzare to go into
here. The original fanfic idea came from some guy named NesTea and was
posted on NighthawkTM's geocities page; it isn't mine. If you write
traditional C&C, I will thank you. If you send MST me, I will ignore you. If
you send me hate mail, I will smile. And if you ask me when the next chapter
comes out, I will cheerfully lie. If you want to ask me why I write the way I
do or anything else, I would, however, be happy to answer your questions.
ALTAVERSE WARNING! This fic is an ALTAVERSE. Do not assume
canon situations or a canon Ranma. People who complain about this should
stick to the shallow end of the pool and read fics that don't challenge their
expectations of the characters.
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Chapter 1 teaser
Well, now that I look back at it, I'd have to say I first noted how I was
different shortly after entering Nerima with Pop. Why didn't I notice before,
you ask? Well, it wasn't like I really had the chance to watch other people
before. We were always on the move, hopping from one place to the next,
two steps ahead of an angry mob of shopkeepers and dojo masters. When
everyone is always angry at you and your Pop, you get to feeling that that's
they way things ought to be, like it's all natural and stuff. You think I'm
shittin' you? No, it really does feel great to have people hate me. The most
natural thing in the world. It isn't that suprising now that I know what I am, I
guess. What, you mean you don't know what I am? You aren't real social,
are you? The other students, they usually tell all the transfers all about me.
Either that or they send you to Nabiki to make a quick yen - I hear she's
been giving bonuses to anyone who sends someone to her for information.
You don't know Nabiki? Man, you're living dangerously. I'll tell you about
Nabiki, she's considered the most manipulative, dangerous, well informed
person in Nerima. They say she knows almost everything and everyone in
this town and what she doesn't she can find out fast enough. She certainly
charges enough to do it though. Anyhow, I'll save you some yen and just tell
you. You'll need the yen to pay Nabiki off sooner or later anyhow. Or you'll
need it to repair your house or something. This place is really rough.
Anyhow, I'm Ranma Saotome of the Saotome School of Anything Goes
School of Martial Arts. Never heard of the Anything Goes School? Yeah,
I'm not really suprised you haven't. It's only practiced by two families. Three
if you count the Freak, but I don't and no one else does. The Freak? He's the
town perv - you're no girl, so you're safe. He's always stealing the girls'
underwear and raising hell. As for the other martial artists in town, well,
most of them either want me dead or just plain want me. Yeah, there are a
bunch of really pretty girl martial artists around here. See here? This one's
Shampoo. She's a Chinese Amazon. I beat her in a tournament a while back
and she's been trying to marry me ever since. Turns out they have this crazy
law dealing with outsider men who beat their warriors. Yeah, it's crazy. No,
she doesn't have any sisters here! They'd be kind of out of your league.
What, you're a second dan in kenpo? That isn't even close to good enough.
Anyhow, this girl here is Ukyo. She sells okonomiyaki a few blocks over
thataway. She's also trying to marry me. Don't ask - my father is an idiot. He
engaged me to this girl too, Akane Tendo. You want these photos? Hey, go
right ahead, Here, here's some more, you can start a collection or something,
maybe sell them to the other students or something. This one's Ranko,
another student of Anything Goes; this here is Ryouga Hibiki, the eternally
lost boy; this is Kodachi Kuno, a crazy gymnast, yes, she's also after me; this
is Mousse, another Chinese Amazon. There's some other people you should
know about as well if you want to avoid becoming a bloody smear in a fight,
but I don't have photos of them. No, you can have all the photos. Yes, really
- well, just give them away if you don't want them. I'm sure the other
students will be glad to take any photos you don't like. They'll probably even
buy them off of you, actually. Oh, don't mention it. It's not like I really need
the photos. Naaah, don't worry. Get in trouble? The principal won't care.
Well, I've got to go to class. Maybe I'll see you around, OK? Just be careful
around here, it's dangerous.
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'That was pretty easy' I thought with a smirk. Nabiki had been selling photos
of my girl side again to Kuno, and, while it wasn't really annoying having her
always taking those photos of me, not getting paid was always what pissed
me off the most. It wasn't that hard to get her pay me, though. Nabiki always
was a sucker to manipulate, because she always believed herself to be
beyond manipulation. She didn't realize that her need for control made it
easy for me to play like a marionette. As soon as her factors saw photos of
the girls floating around that weren't sold through them, Nabiki would come
to me and ask for my help in making some more cheesecake photos to sell.
Photos that I would get money from, unlike the candid shots, as Nabiki's
instinct would be to get pictures the other supplier couldn't get, and she'd
need my cooperation.
I assumed a well rehearsed look of utter boredom as Hinako-sensei started
to drone on and on about the complexities of the English language. Akane's
angry visage was visible out of the corner of my eye, but she wasn't yet in
that finely honed rage that was such sweet nectar to my inhuman senses.
This would not stand. "Wow, Akane, you really look uncute today." I said,
adopting a blank look that said 'I have no idea how rude I really am'. That
look never failed to bring out...
...ah. There we go. The sweet feeling of all her unbalanced rage and anger
washes over my soul like water from the freshest mountain spring, as she
glows an intensely bright blue, battle aura dominating our section of the class
and causing the sharp taste of fear to the mix, as the terrified students had
every hair on their necks standing on end from the sheer power of Akane's
rage. Best of all, none of them could act on their emotions, as Miss Hinako
would suck the battle aura of the offender until they were as weak and limp
as a wet dishrag. It was shaping up to be a great day to be a mazoku.
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In retrospect, it probably wasn't that great an idea to get that stupid,
condescending smirk on my face. No matter how good I felt at the moment,
it was no excuse. I knew that doing that would break Akane's fragile control
over her temper, I knew! I shouldn't be waking up in the nurse's office, with
weak, wobbly kness and feeling like I got into Happousai's sake again. Ugh.
It is with extreme force of will that I'm able to get up and lurch unsteadily to
Akane's side. She too is showing all the signs of a close encounter of the
Hinako kind, looking like death warmed over. Speaking of people who look
like death warmed over, I see Gosunkugi is in here too. He's probably passed
out from those fainting fits he's been having lately. Of course, both
Gosunkugi and I knew the real reason he was passing out, but it was unlikely
anyone would really believe us if we were to tell them. It's really his fault,
after all, that I found out the truth of my heritage, and I really don't know
whether to thank him or kill him.
I mean, on the one hand, I know for sure that that stupid panda and his flaky
wife had no say in my genetic mix. While I had suspected that for a while,
well, at least with regards to my father, having it proven was a real relief.
I no longer had to worry about polluting the gene pool if I ever had kids.
On the other hand, finding out you weren't human really sort of shakes your
world. It might explain why I always reveled in chaos, hatred, and anger that
has always swirled around me, might explain why Kasumi's cheery demeanor
always frightened me, but I hardly expected these things to be my birthright,
my destiny. I was human, and yet not. It was an uncomfortable place to be,
and I think, if it weren't for Jusenkyo, I wouldn't have been able to accept it.
But if I could cope with being part girl, I could cope with being a mazoku,
too, despite the big changes it had already made in my life. Like picking up
my first student in the Art, and we're not talking Anything-Goes, here.
Hmph. The tomboy's not going to be going anywhere for awhile, at this rate.
Looks like the fact that she ate her own breakfast this morning really
lowered her resistance. Looking at Gosunkugi, who also had severely
depleted reserves, I frowned. To think that Gosunkugi would manage to
mess up my life even worse than it already was just with a simple spellbook.
It was when he tried to use the spell that would summon the nearest mazoku
to him so he could learn their black magics that he managed to snag me,
instead. We had both thought it an accident at the time. Little did we know
that we had set off a chain of events that would change two worlds.
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