The following are segements of fanfictions that I began as ideas, with no
real idea of where to take them. Some are a few years old. I will almost
certainly *not* be working on them in the near or distant future, so I've
decided to post them here in case anyone else is interested.



I'll make no restrictions on these. Use them as you see fit. I would
appreciate it if you would drop me a line if you actually write a story
based on one of these however. I want to read it!



Ranma / Sailor Moon - "Not a Senshi"





    "GYAHH!!" Genma screamed, clutching at the gouge in his belly. Ranma
squirmed and yowled in his free arm, tearing another six inch rip in the
martial artist's arm.



    "REOOOOOWWWW!" the little boy screamed. He twisted and started
rabbit-kicking Genma's arm, leaving dozens of shallow scratches.

    

    Genma simply couldn't hold on any longer. It was like trying to hold a
burning coal. A martial artist *should* be able to bear anything, but Ranma
was simply too much to keep a grip on while he was causing so much damage.



    He let go of the boy and fell back on the hard wood floor. Beneath him,
several dozen cats began to meow in longing for their friend (and food source).



    Ranma was gone before he could blink. The boy had fled out the open door
of the rent house.



    Sadly, Genma shook his head. The Neko-ken training had worked too well.



    Ranma, or rather the cat that very vaguely remembered being a little boy,
ran in terror across the yard. His fingers, claws rather, to his mind, dug
into the grass and dirt. Still panicked, the boy ran cleanly up the fence
and down the other side as Genma staggered out of the house.



    Blinking in surpise, the portly martial artist pulled the belt around his
waist up so that it held the fresh wound on his stomach closed. It wasn't
life threateningly deep but it was deep enough. He would need medical
treatment soon.



    Ranma was looking for a place to hide. He leapt into an open window in the
house next to Genma's rental flat. Scurrying around inside, what part of
his still human mind was left vaugely remembered the ambulance that came to
take the old lady away last week. That suited his feline mind's purposes
perfectly. He ran around the empty rooms of the house until he came across
an open closet.



    Ranma settled down underneath an old coat to hide.



    After a few minutes, he heard the sound of a door being forced, and a
heavy footfall. The footfall pounded around the house. Even the door to the
clost Ranma was hiding in was opened wider than it already was.



    The little boy froze under the coat. Like a cat, there wasn't even any
shaking to give him away.



    Genma checked the rest of the house. There was no sign of the boy. He was
starting to feel faint, and the front of his gi was beginning to spread
with a red stain.



    He shook his head, and left the house. There was really no help for it. He
would have to go get stitches and resume his search for the boy later.



    Nervousness kept Ranma awake for the next few hours. It was hunger that
eventually drove him from his secure hiding place. He left the house, the
smell of Genma's sweat and blood assailing him on his way out through the
window.



    It was mid-afternoon by the time Ranma's nose led him to the park.



    There were few people there, but among them was a man selling roasted peanuts.



    The smell was not a smell that would normally appeal to a cat, but Ranma's
still human stomach remembered enough to set him meowing at the man's feet.



    "You want some nuts, kid?"



    "Meow?"



    "You got any money?"



    "Meow-meow-meow?" Ranma begged.



    "Cute act. Why don't you go get Mommy or Daddy to come back and buy you
some peanuts." The park vendor stirred the nuts over the roaster as the
little boy stalked angrily away on all fours. *Something wrong with that
kid," the vendor noted to himself. It wasn't until that evening that he
realized that the boy wasn't just dirty, but covered in hundreds of scratches.



    Ranma eventually came to rest under a park bench. He crouched low in the
relative protection of the bench and contemplated his empty stomach.



    "Hello."



    Ranma jerked, banging his head into the wrought steel of the bench.
"Reooow!" he growled at the blue haired little girl who had startled him.



    "My name is Ami," she stated. "What's your name?"



    "Meeoow!"



    "Are you pretending to be a cat? You must be very good at pretending," she
responded to his angry growls.



    The Ranma smelled it. *It*



    Ami was carrying a cloth wrapped bento in one hand. Ranma's stomach began
to growl and his mouth filled with saliva at the smell of the fish rolls
inside.



    "Meeeeeow?" He begged, coming out from under the bench. Hungrily, he
rubbed up against Ami's legs, nearly knocking the smaller girl over

    

    "What do you want, Mister Kitty-Cat?" Ami asked, getting into the game.



    Ranma nosed the bento.



    When Amano Mizuno caught up with her daughter, she was quite surprised to
see Ami feeding her lunch to a little boy. He was literally eating out of
her hands.



    "Who's your little... friend..., Ami-chan," the woman asked.



    "This is Mister Kitty-Cat!" Ami announced proudly. "Can I be a kitty too?"



    For the first time, Amano saw the little boy's face. She began to shake.



    The little boy was covered in bruises. Some were new, but most were weeks
old. Besides the bruises, there were dozens, if not hundreds of cat
scratches and bite marks. This boy had been very thouroughly mauled. One of
his eyes had been blackened, but what upset Amano the most was the absolute
lack of humanity anywhere in that little boy's eyes.



    "Miaw," he greeted her.



* * *



    "Patient: Given name, Ranma. Family name unknown. Age: Approximately nine
years old. Apparent injuries: Multiple contusions, abrasions and minor
lacerations. Patient appears to have been repeatedly mauled by cats or
dogs. Probably cats."



    Amano clucked her tounge as wrote a few notes on a clipboard. She sat
inside an emergency room ward where the boy was sleeping peacefully on a
hospital bed.



    "Contusion and abrasion patterns are consistent with long term child
abuse..." she broke out of her monolouge and sighed loudly into the
microphone. "This is a most disturbing little boy. He's been horribly
traumatized. When I found him, he was acting like a cat, and had little or
no ability to speak. He was obviously dissociating from an abusive
situation, possibly something involving the mauling.



    "My daughter seemed to be able to calm him out of the stupor he was in.
Once he was partially lucid, he was able to speak his first name, but would
volunteer no further information. I suspect that the boy has dissociated
completely.



    "X-rays reveal extensive beatings, in the form of deep muscle bruising as
well as multiple stress and hairline fractures in different stages of
healing. I've started a missing persons search with Tokyo Police, but I
really would rather not turn this boy back over to whomever was taking care
of him. I will say that if I ever do lay my hands on the person responsible
for the torment that Ranma has gone throught that I will have he or she
arrested and thrown down the deepest darkest hole I can find."



    At the door of the ward, Genma paled and backed out of the room. How dare
this woman call his training 'abuse'? The sheer nerve!



    Still, Genma had... unfinished business... with many police departments
across Japan. It would be wise to wait until he could get Ranma alone
before taking the boy back out into the countryside rather than cross this
lady doctor.



    "Good heavens... if Nodoka ever found out..." Genma shuddered and ran from
the hospital.





* * *



    Seven years later, Nodoka Saotome made her way up to the mansion. She had
walked from the train station, and was weary from her long trek.



    It wasn't *quite* a mansion, she noted as her hand rose to the western
style knocker, but very large, even for a residence outside Tokyo proper.
The woman was a doctor, she had read. Nodoka guessed that the size of the
woman's residence didn't really surprise her.



    Nervously, Nodoka knocked.



    A minute or so later, the door opened a crack. In the bright afternoon
light, All Nodoka could see was a shock of dark, bluish black hair and a
glint of blue eyes.



    *Could it be?* Her heart leapt up into her throat. The door opened a
little bit wider, and Nodoka's eyes were rapidly adjusting to the dimmer
light inside the house. It was a blue haired young woman who stood before
her, rather than a manly young man.



    "Hello?" The young woman asked. Nodoka thought that she was perhaps
thirteen or fourteen.



    "Yes, Miss... Mizuno?" she guessed. "I'm Nodoka Saotome. Amano Mizuno is
expecting me today."



    The girl nodded. "That's my--"



    "Hey! Mom!" a loud, masculine voice cut her off. "There's a lady here to
see ya!"



    Ami winced and sighed, motioning Nodoka inside. She rolled her eyes back.



    Once inside, Nodoka's eyes fell on the young man as he hopped down the
stairway with the grace of a cat.



    He looked up at her as he landed...



    And Nodoka was staring into her own blue eyes. His hair was the same shiny
black Genma's had been when he was much younger, but was full and thick
like her own. He had an open, happy expression, and a wicked little smile.



    Nodoka did her best to hold the tears back. *I mustn't say anything.* she
thought.



    "Mrs. Saotome?" a voice asked. Nodoka turned to see the face behind the
voice she had grown to know over the last few days. "Oh!" Amano called out,
seeing the two together. It was obvious, if you looked at their faces.
Across the room, Ami looked at her quizically. Amano wondered if the girl
had guessed what had happened yet.



    "R-r-ranma," Amano stuttered. "Go work on your piano," she commanded.



    "Ah, Mom! Do I gotta?" The black haired boy complained.



    "Unless you'd rather work on calculus with your sister," Amano followed.
"You do want to go to the Kenpo tournament tomorrow, don't you?"



    Ranma grumbled and stormed off, Ami following shortly after.



    "It's true then," Nodoka whispered, the tears falling at last. Amano had
to dab her own eyes as well.



    "Please, let's discuss the situation in my office," she offered, and led
Nodoka from the room. The two women walked through the house and into a
cluttered office. Amano shut the door behind them and sat at her desk.
Almost automatically, her hands went to the photo album sitting in front of
her.



    "It's been twelve years," Nodoka whispered, still in shock.



    "I can't tell you how sorry I am," Amano apologized. "Honestly, when you
first contacted me, I thought you must have been looking for the wrong boy."



    "Please," Nodoka pleaded. "Tell me about my son."



    "Well, Ranma is... Ranma. He's changed my life so dramatically..."

    

    Nodoka nodded, her expression begging the woman to continue.



    "Ranma is a talented martial artist," Amano began. "It seems that that's
all he really cares about. He has dan rankings in most the martial arts I
know about and several that I didn't know existed until he brought them to
my attention."



    Nodoka nodded, beaming. "Genma would be so proud," she stated in a
bitter-sweet, wistful tone..



    Amano's face darkened for a second. "Genma... would be Ranma's father?"
she asked.



    Nodoka nodded, a touch of sadness on her face. "Was Ranma's father. I'm
afraid he died in China last year. Please go on."



    Quite stunned, Amano had to pull her self back together at the thought.
Over the phone, Nodoka had explained to her that Ranma's father, probably
the person who had beaten him so badly, had taken him from her at the age
of four. It was a 'training trip' Nodoka had called it, but in reality a
kidnapping by almost any other name, Amano felt.



    "He's also an accomplished musician. He plays piano, cello and electric
bass, just to annoy me, I'm certain. When ever I can tear him away from
martial arts competitions, I can occasionaly persuade him to play a recital."



    Cocking her head, Nodoka looked at the woman as if she didn't quite
beleive her.



    Amano touched a button on her desk. Beautiful piano music began to waft
out through the office, filtered through the tiny speaker.



    "That's... my son?" Nodoka asked incredulously.



    Amano nodded. "Ami has always been so good at math and poetry, but Ranma
has always been the real artist, much like Ami's father. He's been such a
good influence on her, even as.... boisterous as he can be."



    Nodoka nodded, still stunned by the music.



    "Onii-chan!" a scolding voice came from the speaker, obviously Ami's. "Get
your feet off the keyboard, if you please!"



    Amano snorted, trying to keep a straight face.



    "He-he-he-he..." Nodoka mumbled.



    "A martial artist has got to use every part of his body in combat," Ranma
replied, also audible through the speaker. The light classical music
quickly turned into sloppy jazz.



    "Music isn't combat and you don't play the piano with your feet!" Ami
yelled. "You goof ball! I use that too, and I'll thank you very much to
keep your stinky feet off of it!"



    Nodoka's jaw dropped open. Amano just hid her face in her hands. She
thought Ami had been exaggerating. With Ranma, though, Ami's complaints
were usually quite valid.



    "They really do care quite a bit about eachother," Amano stated.



    The jazz drifted off into random notes, and there were sounds of a light
scuffle.



    "They're fighting again. Ranma usually lets her win if he's in a good
mood," the doctor explained.



    After a few seconds, all that could be heard through the speaker was heavy
breathing.



    "You should work on your left," Ranma stated casually.



    "Nnn..." Ami puffed. "Says you..." she paused for a second. "Onii-chan, do
you know who that woman with mother was?"



    "No clue. Maybe an old teacher?"



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Ranma - "Ranma's Best Friend"





    She was... beautiful.



    Natural red hair, a little longer than shoulder length, braided into a
ponytail. Short, but healty stature. Bosomy, yet pert. I couldn't help but
fall in love the second I saw her.



    She was arguing with Tendou-san, across the courtyard.



    "What's her name?" I asked.



    Hiroshi, one of my new friends since I had transferred to Furinkan, smirked.



    "We all just call her 'Pigtailed Girl'," he informed me. "Kuno-sempai's
got a thing for her, and he gave her the name.



    "Yeah," Daisuke agreed. "What a looker, huh?"



    I adjusted the collar of my uniform, letting my curry sandwich get cold
for staring at the girl.



    "Most of the guys prefer Akane," Hiroshi stated, glancing up at the
shouting pair.



    "I don't see why..." I uttered.



    "The pigtailed girl *is* pretty sexy," Daisuke seconded me. "She's a real
tomboy, though. You never see her in a dress," He started to snicker,
"Unless her mom makes her wear a school uniform."



    "Or unless she's being mean to Ryouga," Hiroshi added, chuckling as well.
"She'll always dress up to humiliate him. Still, being a *normal* guy and
all, I prefer Akane."



    I raised an eyebrow. "To be honest, I've heard some rumours about Tendou-san."

    

    "Oh?" Daisuke challenged. "You have? Do tell, Kamura-kun."



    I lowered my voice to a whisper. "At the martial-arts skating competition
at my old school, a few of the people visiting from Furinken said that she
went in for girls."



    "Hmm..." Hiroshi pondered. "Could be... Could be..."



    "You know?!?!" I demanded.



    "Well," he continued. "Furinkan is known for its sexual confusion. I
mean... You see Kuonji over there?"



    I looked to see where he was pointing, seeing one of the other students
who was selling okonomiyaki off a portable gas grill.



    "What about him?" I asked.



    Daisuke stifled a guffaw. He held his hands over his mouth.



    "Kuonji owns a restaurant, you see... and after school and on weekends...
well... Kuonji sometimes wears women's clothes."



    "You're kidding..." I deadpanned.



    "Nah, man!" Daisuke broke out of the giggles. "One time, Kuonji showed up
*at school* in a girl's uniform."



    "Didn't look bad in it either," Hiroshi noted with a chuckle.



     Daisuke turned his head up to keep from laughing anymore. "Got a
boyfriend who dresses up like a girl *all* the time. What's his name again?"



    "Kuonji's got two of 'em now. Tsubasa Kurenai's the one you're thinking
of, but the other is actually working as a waitress at the restaurant."



    "Oh my God!" I exclaimed.



    "That's not the half of it," Hiroshi warned me. "Rumour..." he snickered
again. "Rumour has it that a hermaphrodite walks the halls of noble Furinken--"



    Daisuke burst out laughing, and I couldn't help but smile meanly.



    "And beats up anyone who calls him a girl!" Hiroshi finished.



    In retrospect, I guess, I should have, at the very least, realized that
they were laughing *at* me, and not *with* me.





* * *





    Having purchased the number of the pigatiled girl's shoe locker from the
school gossip monger (Which later turned out to be Tendou-san's older
sister) I hastend to write my feelings down, and slip them to her,
anonymously of course.



    Later that day...





    "Hey, Akane... Wait up!" Ranma shouted.



    Akane sniffed and slid her black shoes on. She began to straighten her
bag, and turned to leave by the time Ranma had actually reached his locker.



    "I said wait up, you idiot tomboy!" Ranma yelled.



    "I don't know you," Akane stated coldly, turning her nose up.



    "Listen," Ranma shouted, pulling his shoes out of his locker. "I already
told ya! I had no idea today was Shampoo's birthday!"



    "So you had absolutely no reaction to her running around in her birthday
su-- What is that?"



    "What?" Ranma turned to the rustle that had accompanied his shoes out of
his locker. A peice of folded paper and one of the wild dasies that grew
behind the gymnasium were lying on the floor in front of him.



    "So you weren't planning on seeing Shampoo, huh?" Akane asked accusingly.



    "Uh-uh," Ranma answered wearily, opening the note. "'To the beautiful
pig-tailed--' Bloody Hell!" Ranma swore.



    "What?"



    "Here." He handed her the note.



    'To the beautiful pigtailed girl. I'm quite afraid that I have fallen
madly in love with you. To be your campanion for the rest of my life is now
my only goal. I ask that you forgive my unpoetic words. I shall know by
your kiss that you accept my love. Please, accept this unworthy flower as a
token of my respect and dedication.

                        Your Secret Admirer'



    "Oh," Akane sniped. "Wonderful. Now you've got *another* freak chasing
after you, Ranma."



    "I didn't want one, that's for sure. Good lord, I wonder who it is."



    "Some one in this school," Akane guessed, having forgotten her previous
anger. "Someone who could get your locker number."



    "Get real," Ranma griped. "Nabiki would sell my locker number to anyone
who had the right money, regardless of if they went to Furinken or--" he
snapped his fingers.



    "What is it?" Akane asked. "Did you figure out who sent the note?"



    "Not quite," Ranma admitted. "I'd be willing to bet that Nabiki already
knows, though."



    The two tracked down the second oldest Tendou sibling and interrupted her
in the middle of a sensitive trade.



    "Damnitt, Ranma!" Nabiki complained. "I could have made 50,000 yen off
that sale!"



    Ranma held up the photo in question, one foot on Kunou's forehead. "Gawd,
Nabiki. I though you had better taste than this!"



    The photo, to Akane's horror, showed her asleep and *naked* in the furo.
Needless to say, she was furious.



    "Give me that, you pervert!" Akane demanded, clawing at the snapshot.
Ranma was holding the photo just out of her reach as





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Battle Athletes/Ranma - "History"





"Once upon a time, in the reaches of antiquity before the Great War, four
powerful warriors lived together on an island and warred mightily."



    "It was Japan!" Tanya interrupted. "The four warriors lived in Nerima
District of Tokyo!"



    Michael bapped her once and continued his story. "They were mighty
warriors with powerful attacks and powerful angers. The first was the
unstoppable 'War Horse', who represented the North. His domain was the
wind, for he ran and fought with a speed unparallelled by any in his day.
None of his enemies could tough him. His biggest enemy was the unshakable
'Fanged Boar', who represented the South. His element was the earth, for it
is said the Fanged Boar caused earthquakes when he stepped and rent the
very mountains in his fury.



    "Now both Boar and Horse were in love a beautiful princess, who was known
as 'Crimson Hammer', who represented the East. It is said that the Boar
magically changed his shape and came to Hammer in the guise of a piglet to
win her affection, while Horse declared himself her champion to defeat her
enemies. Hammer's domain was fire, however, and she used her mighty sledge
to forge and reforge the two warriors."



    "She hit them a lot!" Tanya exclaimed. "She thought they were both perverts."



    Michael bapped his sister again.



    "Now there was another princess, 'Sizzling Spatula'--"



    "Spatula?!?!" The rest of the group asked at once.



    Michael waved their questions aside and continued his tale. "The Spatula
had been promised the Horse's hand in marriage by his father, the
'Deceitful Panda' in exchange for a mystical food source. As his name
implies, however, it was all trick to steal the food and keep his son. The
Spatula represents the west, and trains against the raging sea, so her
domain is water. By the time the Spatula had caught up to reclaim her
rightful prize, Horse and Boar were already competing for the hand of Hammer."



    "So what happens next!?!?" Akari demanded as Michael took a drink of his soda.



    "All four warred extensively, making and breaking alliances as it pleased
them. They also warred with the 'Voluptuous Cat', the 'Blind Duck', the
'Blue Thunder' and the 'Black Rose', who each represent a secondary
direction on the compass. It is even said that the foul demon known as
'Happosai' trained them in deadly techniques in order to promote chaos and
destruction.



    "Of all the great warriors, Horse was paramount. When the time came when
three of the four battled the vengeful Phoenix God, Horse called down Fire,
Ice, Water, and Wind to destroy the God and his mountain and caused the
vengeful god to be reborn.



    "Horse and Hammer conceived a child and then wed after the great battle.
Boar and Spatula were disheartened, but after time, they forgot their loss
and wed, producing their own child.



    "The two children were greater warriors than their parents. They world
shook at their coming, and their battles threatened to destroy the island,
but eventually the Daughter of Horse married the son of Boar, and they bore
a child.



    "This child's name was Bertrand Hibiki."



    "Bertrand the Great," Tanya breathed.



    "In his infancy, the great war began when the nations of the world rained
nuclear fire down upon one another. Bertrand survived the war, and the
Great Upheaval that followed. It was he who led the nation of Japan and all
the other nations of the world in the Rebuilding."



    The group 'Ooohed and Ahhed'.



    "Bertrand, who was descened from Horse, Hammer, Boar, and Spatula, moved
his family to the shores of Africa, which is now at the South Pole, to aid
in the rebuilding. Ever since, he or she who is heir to the martial
knowledge and proess of House Hibiki takes the family name with them. For
158 generations, House Hibiki has protected the world against harm. You may
have heard of 'Larry Hibiki' who ran against the Belorans in the first
Innerstellar Games and ended the war that had raged for centuries. Now
Tonya and I are the proud heirs to all the martial knowledge of house Hibiki."



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