Greetings Users
This is my first fic, and as such, It needs work.
You may have seen this before, but I have made changes to
this and written chapter one.
Nothing is in any order, I will try to put all the pieces together
as we go along.
Comments, complaints, and flames all welcome, but private
replies please as this is my first draft and I don't want to
fill the list.
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[Ranma/Tenchi]..... other series used only for references,
this will not get too complicated.
A Demon named Damon made me do it.
The Characters in this fic don't belong to me.
They belong to someone with alot more money for Lawyers.
Of Course, All hail the Goddess Takahashi, yada, yada, etc, etc
Items enclosed in { } are authors personal comments...
...Wait isn't this ALL my personal opinion?
Oh well
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The Present
Just Another rainy Saturday in Tokyo. People were going about
their business in good spirits despite the weather.
Shop keepers were busy. School was starting again on Monday
and many students were rushing in the last minute to get their
uniforms and supplies for the new Semester.
Tokyo Tower was in full splendor again. Tours were going to the
observation deck after the tower had been closed for several
weeks after yet another emergency repair. The giant
transmission antenna seemed to be target of many convenient
attacks by all sorts of.... well, whatever. Some events defied
explanation, others were just better let alone.
Tokyo and all of it wards were a bustle of activity, provided
some cataclysmic occurrence did not disrupt their daily lives.
{Which, from what "I" read, is pretty often. I wonder how they
sleep at night with all that stuff going on?}
It had been more than two weeks since a large group of Youma
were destroyed by the sailor suited defenders of justice and
love.
In the midst of the chaos and confusion, an old woman claimed
to have seen a UFO beam a house up and then disappear. The
woman, a palm reader, and amateur psychic who has claimed to see
several pokemon including Pikachu at a coffee shop down the
street from her house, swears she was not seeing things, but the
authorities are skeptic.
The residence, belonging to Nubiyouki Misaki and his son,
Tenchi, was located at a Shinto shrine outside of Tokyo. Mr.
Misaki paid to have the house moved so that his son could be
closer to his grandfather who operated the shrine. Mr. Misaki
had no comment about the "UFO", but said that since the work had
been done at night, the woman might have mistook the lighting
equipment that the workers used and the noise for flying
saucers.
But other than the occasional fight between neighbors or the
periodic contest between rival Dojos, there wasn't much going
on in the quiet little ward called Nerima.
There is a universal law that states, "What can go wrong, often
will." , but the people this day did not know that this will be
the last peaceful day that they would see in a long time. The
Wheels of Fate were about to get a monkey wrench, I correct
myself, a Giant monkey wrench, a chainsaw, and several fanfic
readers, the ones who send "set ffml vacation" to the list,
were about to be thrown into the works.
(Somewhere in a post office in downtown Tokyo)
Two postal workers are... less than diligently sorting mail.
"I just love looking at the pictures on postcards people send."
"Me too Mayko. Look at this one, postmarked China, and a Panda
on it."
"I think a trip into China might be nice"
While staring at the front of the card, something looking like
electricity flowed across the card, and she let go of it in
fear, but instead of falling, it was hanging in mid air.
As they watch the postcard seemed to start folding in upon
itself, and become smaller and smaller, like it was being pulled
into a tiny black hole type vortex, until it disappeared in a
small flash of blue light.
"Did you see that?!!!"
"No, and neither did you. We better get back to work, FAST!!!"
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The Future: Approx. Three years from the present.
Somewhere in downtown San Francisco, in a Loft apartment, a
young red-headed girl wakes up, opening her eyes. Then she gets
up and begins to stretch her muscles. She mumbles something
about the pain in her back. <I knew it wouldn't be good to sleep
that way.> Finally, after getting all the kinks out, She walks
over to look out the window. The sun streams down from between
clouds. A heavy rain had been busy, and considering what had
taken place in the loft the previous night, it had made the
Atmosphere Perfect.
The girl turns to look upon the room. In the center of the room
lies a pile of people. A myriad of Arms, legs and other body
parts lay half-covered in sleeping bags, blankets, lingerie, and
furry little creatures. It seemed so peaceful, so quiet, so in
need of chaos. A smile and a chuckle escapes her lips as she
carefully navigates the sleeping forms to over to the stereo on
the wall.
She turns up the volume almost to it fullest and grabbed the
remote for the CD player. She then went to the sink in the
attached kitchen, getting a glass of water, then walked to the
far side of the room, to get as far away from the speakers as
possible. As she cups one ear with her hand she aims the remote
at the system and presses play, then grabs the glass and tosses
the water at the pile.
She was not disappointed with the reaction.
As the Speaker blared to life with "Juke Joint Jezebel", the
pile of bodies erupted in screaming, hissing, shouts, and
squeals. Various tangled body parts caused several of the now
wide awake group to trip over each other while trying to locate
the person responsible for the rude wake-up call. Several
people wake up to find that someone else's hand has been
wandering in the night and that the limb hand found a warm place
to rest on them, or that the wandering hand is theirs, and is
put them in an embarrassing predicament. Several eeps are then
heard, followed by blushing, sweatdrops, and in some cases,
Smiles.
In the confusion someone stepped on the tail of a purple and
white colored cat. The cat jumped at least 12 feet in the air
while yowling. It landed on the head of another red-haired girl
who had just sat up after hit with water.
The entire room came to a screeching halt. Eyes focused with
fear on the seemingly innocent display before them, as if they
knew something horrible was about to happen. Their expressions
had instantly changed from an angry mob to faces that showed
desire to run away very quickly. Even the Stereo racket
disappeared under the pressure of the now quiet room. The
girl calmly picked the cat off her head, and naively said....
"What!?!?"
Massive facefaulting ensued, and upon recovering, proceeded to
continue their search for the mastermind of the morning prank.
The group of girls did not have far to look, for Washu was
still rolling on the floor laughing, seeming unaware of the
large amount of battle auras forming.
She had just rolled over onto one side when she was violently
brought out of her giggle fit by a large Mallet, which if it
had been only a moment sooner would have had her head. As it
was, it embedded itself into the floor right where she had
been only a split second before.
With a speed similar to Ranma's, Washu began trying to avoid
what most would call the most severe beating of her life.
She was blocking and ducking Ryoko's Energy Blasts, a giant
Spatula, floating logs, twin Phaser fire from both Kiyone and
Mishoshi, Akane's Mallet, and after Shampoo and Ryoga got out
of the bathroom, Ki blasts, razor sharp bandanas, and Bonbori.
Ranma was the last to use the bathroom to change to his
male form. Shampoo and Ryoga had beat him too it, probably
to get into the attack before all Washu's body parts were
bruised.
Ranma came out and walked over to Tenchi, who had just turned
the Stereo down, and was now watching as all the furniture in
the apartment was being destroyed by the battle.
Ranma, used to early morning surprises thanks to his father was
not upset, and so did not wish to join in. Tenchi looks over
at him and says good morning. Ranma returns the greeting,
staring at the carnage taking place in front of them.
Kasumi and Sasami walk over and ask Tenchi and Ranma what they
want for breakfast. They are too focused on the destruction
to respond.
Nabiki is trying to calculate the repair bill, and having a
difficult time at that, considering that with each passing
second, she comes to realize that a total renovation may be in
order. "I wonder if we can get the insurance to cover this?"
Still watching the battle, Ranma says to Tenchi....
"Hey could be worse."
Tenchi replies "May I ask how?"
Ranma returns "It could be us."
Both sweatdrop noticing that Washu seemed to be pretty good at
defense but with that many attackers, they were finding
openings in her defense, and Washu was starting to look tired.
Suddenly an alarm clock on the bookshelf begins ringing.
everything stops, hanging in their last pose in mid slash, etc.
Nabiki walks over and turns it off, then walks over and while
grumbling something, hands both Ranma and Tenchi a large wad of
Money.
Curiosity got the better of Kasumi.
"What was that for Nabiki?"
"I bet Ranma and Tenchi that before that clock went off today,
one of them would get into a fight with someone. I lost."
Battle auras Flared up again, this time directed at Ranma and
Tenchi. Backing away they turned toward each other looking for
an escape route, then Tenchi had an Idea.
To Ranma he said "follow my lead."
Turning back to the wall of overpowering stares, he said.
"Thanks to Nabiki, Ranma and I have enough money to take all of
us out to Breakfast."
"Wha... OH , right. Yeah, that's right!"
The posse of pain went all soft, and started to cry slightly.
"That's so nice of you Lord Tenchi."
"You don't have to do that Ranma-hunny."
(Blah, blah, blah, you know what is going on. I am not going
to write 13 different lines from the Fianc�e brigade.)
"So where are we going?" asked Sasami. "We were going to make
Breakfast."
Ranma looking over and saw a pouting Sasami and Kasumi at the
counter. Tenchi saw it too, and said "We thought we would let
you girls decide."
That was the wrong answer, and he realized it just after he said
it.
Ryoko wanted Pizza, Ukyo wanted Italian, Shampoo and Ayeka both
thought French was the way to go, Greek was thrown in from
somewhere, and no one wanted Breakfast.
Angers flared, insults traded, and of course Battle Auras relit
the room.
With the fight back on, Tenchi found time to ask Ranma why
Shampoo had not tripped the Neko-Ken.
Ranma replied "Remember that 'treatment' that Washu put me
through? The one to keep me from having a problem when Ryo-Ohki
was in the room?"
Tenchi nodded then said he thought that it only worked on the
Cabbit.
Ranma explained that the treatment allowed him to see things for
what they really were. If he knew that something became
something else, like Ryo-Ohki becomes a spaceship, the treatment
reminds his mind that Ryo-Ohki is not cat, but a ship.
"What does that have to do with Sham.... oh, I see."
"Exactly, I am reminded that the C-C-Cat is actually Shampoo, so
I don't freak out."
"But Cats still bother you?"
"If it is a real cat."
With a new air of understanding, Tenchi wondered where Ryo-Ohki
was? <It is not like her to just disappear.> he thought.
His thoughts were interrupted when he and Ranma had to duck
flying weapons that were being discarded in the fray. Both
wondered how their lives would have been if not for one fateful
day...........
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Insert Chapter one here.
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A Wise man once said......
"Beware of anyone who begins a sentence with
"A wise man once said...."