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Son Ranma
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Son of the Demon:
A Ranma 1/2 Gargoyles Crossover
By Son Ranma
Disclaimer: I don't own either Ranma or Gargoyles. Viz and Disney own them
respectively. So please don't sue me seeing as how I can't afford even
pocket lint.
Prologue
@@Manhattan 1997@@
It was a cloudy night in Manhattan and people were hurrying home to beat
the rain that seemed imminent. All of a sudden a loud roar was heard
followed by a loud explosion. A huge pillar of smoke arose from the roof of
the nearby Nightstone building.
"This city sure has gotten worst since those gargoyles came here," one
pedestrian remarked to his companion as they rushed away from the scene.
Moments before:
A red headed female figure bursts out of the door leading to the roof. As
the figure comes into the light of the building's helicopter landing we see
the figure is not entirely human. Her blue skin matches to the color of the
night sky, one of her three clawed hands holds a bag the other a large laser
rifle, her tail lazily waves back and forth, and her wings are open and
ready for action. Her lovely face held it's usual sneer. The figure, which
was better known as a gargoyle, was Demona.
"Tonight," she began. "These miserable humans die tonight. I grow weary of
them. I grow weary of all of them, but most especially that constant
annoyance Elisa Maza."
"That is a harsh way to feel Demona," a voice called out. "Perhaps you need
to have a better outlook on life."
Demona spun quickly in the direction of the voice with her rifle cocked and
aimed. "Who are you?" she asked. "Your life depends on it."
From out of the shadows walked a beautiful woman with light green skin and
long hair down to her waist. "Hello Demona," she stated. "I am Titania."
Demona's eyes widen slightly as she took a step back. "What do you want?"
she questioned. "Is this about that your mirror?" Demona remembered the
incident that had resulted in her condition. Like all gargoyles, she used to
undergo the stone sleep during the day, but an incident with Titania's
mirror, Puck, and Clan Manhattan had resulted in her changing to human with
the sunrise. Her natural form returned at sunset as that was the time she
would have normally broke out of her stone shell. The faire Puck had such a
good time that night that he granted her a wish that she be allowed to
bypass the stone sleep but considering his joking nature, he had
intentionally given her a human form. Which resulted in her breaking
Titania's Mirror.
"My dear that is not why I wanted to see you," Titania replied. "I have been
watching you for some time and I feel that what you intend to do can cause
serious harm to my grandson. If you don't let go of this hatred for humans,
especially Elisa Maza, then you weaken Clan Manhattan, which endangers my
grandson. That I can not allow."
"What do you plan to do about it?" Demona asked. "I will not allow humans to
live while breath is in my body."
Titania smiled lightly. "Yes my dear I had figured that," she started. "I
can simply break your bond with MacBeth thereby allowing you to finally die.
But that would have dire consequences as well. Your daughter, Angela, would
be upset and probably not protect as well. No I have a better way for you to
let go of this hate for humans. And it only requires this special artifact."
She pulled the Phoenix Gate from behind her back and her smile got a little
bigger. "You will experience life as a normal human. And you will not
remember any of this. I will eventually return you to this time but not
until I feel it is time."
Demona's eyes burned bright red as she roared. "I WILL NEVER LIVE AS A
HUMAN!" she roared. "I CHOOSE DEATH FIRST!" And with those words she leaped
forward, aiming the laser rifle at Titania. But before she could pull the
trigger the rifle was gone from her hands and she was frozen in place.
"I am the Queen of Avalon," Titania said, "Do you really believe I would be
so easy to defeat? I think not." A gesture with a hand and a few quickly
spoken words and Demona was transformed into her human form of Dominique
Destine. Another set of spoken words and a huge fireball consumed Demona and
Titania.
@@Japan 1974@@
A huge fireball burst into existence in the Japanese countryside and two
figures were deposited outside it. The only one around to see them was a
young stocky man clad in a white gi with a white bandanna on his head. He
leaped into a tree and watched as the 2 figures resolved themselves into two
women. One was a light skinned red head while the other was blonde. Both had
exceptional figures but the red head's figure hinted at someone who fought.
He watched as the blonde looked around then looked directly at the tree he
was in.
"You in the tree," she said. "Please come down here."
The man in the tree looked around as if gauging his options before he
simply leaped down from the tree. His stance indicated he was ready to run
at anytime. "Yes," he replied. "What do you want and how did you know I was
in that tree? And what was with the giant fireball? Don't tell me you two
are demons."
"We were just wondering where we are young man," the blonde replied. "And I
am searching for a great warrior. Perhaps you know of one." She then looked
the young man up and down. "Or perhaps you are one yourself." This was said
with a sly look. The red head merely scowled through all this.
The young man looked at them and adjusted his stance slightly. It went from
one of readiness to run to posturing. "Maybe I am," he replied. "I am
Saotome Genma. Who are you two?"
"My name is Tita and this is my companion Demona," the blonde replied. "My
friend Demona is looking for a good instructor in the ways of the warrior.
Again I ask might you be a good warrior?"
Demona looked at Titania and mentally growled. How dare she treat me like
this, she thought. Me? Looking for a good instructor. If I could get loose I
would show them both a good warrior. And how dare that human look at me as
if I am beneath his notice. Unfortunately for Demona, Titania wasn't
allowing her to do as she pleased. Demona was going to act human and there
wasn't anything she could do about it. Now my dear, do try to get all that
out of your system, she heard Titania's voice state. I said you were going
to act like a human and you are. Be thankful I at least left you some of
your dignity. Demona mentally howled again. She didn't want to act human and
she didn't want to be around filthy humans. Especially this Saotome Genma.
Then she felt her mind getting sluggish and then there was nothing. Demona
the human hating gargoyle was on hiatus until later notice. "He looks like a
good warrior Tita," Demona stated. "Maybe I should test him out."
"That my dear might just be a good idea," Tita stated. She gestured to
Genma. "I do believe she has challenged you Genma. Are you prepared to
defend yourself?"
Genma backed up with his hands upraised. "I don't fight women," he replied.
"They are weaker and should be protected." That was probably the wrong thing
to say since it resulted in Demona leaping at him and attacking with
unparalleled fury. (A.N.- At least to those who don't know Demona.) He
defended himself as best as possible but she was quick and strong. Genma
finally was knocked back at least ten feet from a solid kick to the stomach.
He quickly rose and took another defensive stance. He barely was able to
keep his feet after Demona unleashed a few more punches and kicks against
his various blocks. He was slow dodging a punch to the head and his glasses
were knocked from his face. Without even thinking about it, he retaliated
with a leg sweep that Demona leaped over. The two separated before clashing
again.
It was wise of me to allow Demona to retain some of her anger and gargoyle
traits while in this form. Titania thought. I sense this Genma gets into
situations that just call for a companion of her strength and talents. She
watched as Demona and Genma clashed again with fists and feet. Genma had
finally decided to fight back after Demona had bloodied his nose and
blackened his left eye. He ducked a hasty left jab from Demona, grabbed her
outstretched arm with his left hand, and landed two punches to her left
side. Maintaining his grip on her arm, he swiveled and tossed her over his
shoulder. Demona rolled with the throw but Genma was already in motion
before she finished rolling. He rushed forward and leaped into the air just
as Demona was regaining her footing. She looked left and right for Genma but
unfortunately for her she forgot about the other dimension of 3-D. Height.
Genma descended and unleashed a wicked kick to her back that knocked her
into a tree and knocked her out.
"Excellent show Genma," Tita stated. "Perhaps you are the warrior we sought.
I am impressed." She fairly slid over to Genma and touched him on the
shoulder. When his eyes had achieved a glazed look she let go of his
shoulder. Now to do what needs to be done. She magically grabbed Demona and
Genma and using the same potion Oberon had used on her those so many years
ago, she made them fall deeply in love. This should be interesting, she
thought as she teleported away from the area.
@@Japan 2 years later@@
In a small house in Juuban, a pregnant red headed woman was looking at her
husband and growling lightly. The husband was doing his best to reach the
door and run to freedom but it was not to be.
"SAOTOME GENMA!" Demona roared as she grabbed him in a neck lock. "Did you
eat my last rice ball? And what happened to my bowl of sharkfin soup? And
where is all that chocolate that I had in the cupboards? TELL ME NOW
HUSBAND!" She tightened her hold and for a brief instant it seemed her eyes
glowed bright red.
Genma knew the temper his wife had and with the pregnancy it seemed to get
worst at times. At least it was worst to everyone but Genma. He knew his
wife loved him but this time he had gone too far. For the last few months,
Genma had been making sure that Demona had all the food she wanted but he
had a weak moment and ate all the food she had stored away. Even the things
she only ate due to her pregnancy. He gulped as she physically slammed him
through the floor of their home. His mind flashed back to what happened to
Happosai not one month earlier.
*****Flashback*****
Happosai was rummaging through Demona's underwear drawers and quietly
cackling. He stopped for a second thinking he had heard a sound. His tiny
shoulders shrugged when he did not hear it again.
"The sheer bras are in the bottom drawer," a silky voice purred out.
Happosai froze when he heard that voice. He turned his head slightly and
there standing directly beside him was Demona. She had a wicked looking
smirk on her face as well as a wicked looking mace in her hand. "Well,
Demona," he began. "Come to help the Master with his collection? That's a
good girl." He barely leaped above the mace swing that destroyed the
dresser. "Now why would you want to hurt the Master with such a weapon." He
dodged the various swings and thrusts. "Too bad you are a simple weapon user
girl. You might have had more luck without it." He took out his pipe and
blocked an overhead swing while leaping backwards. He cackled when Demona
stopped swinging. "Finally figured out who the Master was girl?"
"Not really you old fart," she replied. "The problem with you is that you
are too caught up in your own desires to see the truth." She smiled when he
gave her a confused look. His pipe completely disintegrated in his hand. The
bag of underwear he had collected was missing and he noticed she had it
behind her. With her forefinger she pointed down and watched as his eyes
swiveled in that direction. When his eyes widened at the various cuts and
tear his clothing had, her smile got bigger. She waited until he noticed the
area around his crotch had a rip before she rushed over and smashed him into
the floor with an ax kick then began to pummel him. The fact that she was
eight months pregnant didn't seem to factor into it. She beat Happosai for a
solid ten minutes then picked up his beaten and bloody form and deposited
him in a bucket filled with boiling tar. "Genma bring me that box would
you?" she called out. Demona waited until Genma had brought a huge box lined
with men's underwear up to her before tossing the bucket into the box. She
smiled at the groans she heard from the ancient pervert before slamming the
lid closed on the box. Genma quickly hammered it close and wrapped chains
around it. He then watched as Demona hefted the box up before booting it out
of Juuban. As it flew away from Juuban it exploded. "Honestly," she
grumbled. "That's the fifth time this month I've had to deal with that
lecher. Are you sure that pervert taught you martial arts Genma?" She left
the room before she could catch Genma's dumbfounded look. The room, except
for the area she had pounded Happosai on and the dresser was totally neat
and clean. In fact the bed was neatly made and Genma was certain it wasn't
earlier.
"She defeated the Master and cleaned the room at the same time?" he asked
out loud. "That can't be possible." He shook his head as he walked out of
the room. "If it was anyone but Demona I wouldn't believe it for a second.
That woman seems to do the impossible on a regular basis."
*****End Flashback*****
Genma gulped loudly and looked at his wife as she advanced on him. There
didn't seem to be anything he could do. He remembered when he tried to use
the move he developed just for the Master on her. She took one look at the
Crouch of the Wild Tiger, narrowed her eyes, and tossed him onto the couch.
He was restricted from the bedroom, the kitchen, and the dining room table
for three weeks. He remembered her exact words. 'GENMA SAOTOME DID YOU JUST
BEG ME? DON'T EVER LET ME SEE YOU DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT IN MY PRESENCE
AGAIN! ACT LIKE THE WARRIOR YOU ARE! STAND UP FOR YOURSELF! JUST FOR THAT
CONSIDERED YOURSELF BANISHED!' Needless to say he had never used the Crouch
of the Wild Tiger in his wife's presence again. He resigned himself to his
punishment. Demona was hardly what one would call an abusive spouse but
there were times when he pushed it and he deserved the blows she dished out
to him.
"AAAAHHHHHH!" Demona screamed. "Genma something's wrong with me."
Upon hearing his wife scream, Genma broke free of the floor and cradled his
wife. "What's wrong Demona?" he asked. He looked at his wife and ran for the
phone. Then he noticed his arm cradling her legs was wet and looked at her.
"I will not loose my wife!" He bypassed the phone and rushed out the door
into the night. Once outside he leapt to the neighbor's roof and headed
straight to the hospital. People gawked at seeing the martial artist bounce
from roof to roof but his only concern was Demona. Soon, Genma had arrived
at the emergency room and bust through the doors. "SOMEONE HELP!" he cried
out. He dispatched two orderlies that sought to restrain him in quick order
while Demona kicked a third onto a stretcher. Quickly switching Demona to a
one handed grip he grabbed an orderly by the neck and began to tighten his
grip. "Get me a doctor now!" he told the orderly. Making sure the orderly
got the message Genma flicked him down the passageway and narrowed his eyes
menacingly. An elderly nurse took in the sight of Genma and Demona and
walked over to them with a wheelchair.
"Excuse me young man but is this you and your wife's first child?" she
calmly asked. When Genma nodded she got a wheelchair. "Figures. Only first
time fathers act that way. Place her in the wheelchair young man." After
Demona was situated, she began rolling her down the hallway with a nervous
Genma in tow. "Now let's get you to the delivery room. I think you are
almost ready to have this baby my dear." She pushed Demona into the delivery
room and pointed at the bed with the stirrups. "Place her there young man."
Genma picked Demona up and placed her on the bed, then yelped in pain after
Demona cracked him over the head with an open handed slap. "I see those
contractions are getting closer and closer together. And young man watch out
for her. She's in a great deal of pain and you put her in it." She left the
room with a smile as Demona began to choke Genma all the while yelling about
the agony he was going to face later for the pain she was in.
"I knew this would be interesting," the nurse, better known as Titania,
mused to herself as she went to get the doctor. She smiled as another yelp
of pain came from the delivery room.
Genma peeked into the room and watched as his wife and son were resting.
"Hello Demona," he said. "How are you?" He smiled as she gestured for him to
come closer. "Is this little Ranma?"
"Yes it is Genma," Demona replied. She remembered when she had chosen that
name. The baby had just kicked her especially hard and she decided if it was
a boy its name was going to be Ranma. Genma picked the name Rei if it was a
girl. She watched as Genma gave Ranma his finger and wince slightly. "Yes
Genma he has a very good grip for a newborn. He is such a blessing."
"Well glad to see the new family is doing so well," a voice called out into
the slightly darkened room.
Genma leaped to his feet and dropped into a combat stance in front of the
bed. Demona cradled Ranma close to her body and looked around for any
danger. "Show yourself," Genma demanded. "You'll not take my family this
day."
Out of the shadows walked Titania in all her glory. "There is nothing you
can do about it Saotome Genma," she stated. "Sleep easy." She waved a hand
at these words and Genma dropped to the floor in a deep sleep. "Now as for
you Demona. It's time for you to return to normal." With another wave of a
hand Demona reverted back to her gargoyle form and fell into a deep sleep as
well. "Now what to do about you little one?" She gently picked Ranma up and
smiled. "Well you deserve a mother as well as the right to know about your
real heritage." Her smile grew deeper as she saw the magic surrounding
Ranma. "So you really are your mother's son aren't you? I can see it
clearly." She set Ranma down then gestured again. A body appeared on the
bed. "Well Nodoka, you now have the family you wished for so desperately.
Take care of them. I will be watching." She picked Ranma up again and kissed
his forehead gently. "And as for you little one until your 21st birthday,
your gargoyle heritage shall be sealed. That is when I will tell your mother
about you myself. Until then be safe." With those words a bright light
surrounded Ranma before being absorbed into his body. Another hand wave and
Demona was lifted into the air. "Time for us to leave my dear." The Phoenix
Gate was produced and in the usual fireball Demona and Titania were gone.
@@Manhattan 1997@@
A fireball left just as Titania and Demona reappeared in a fireball. The
Queen of Avalon set the gargoyle down gently and caressed her temples.
"Time to awaken Demona," Titania said. "We have returned to your right time
and form. Now arise."
Demona's eyelids fluttered a few times before they snapped open fully. She
shook her head before looking directly at Titania. "What have you done to
me?" she demanded. "Why are you here? What do you want?"
"Want Demona?" Titania asked. "Why nothing my dear. What do I offer? Many
things." With a slight smile, the Faire Queen walked away from Demona. "But
you will know what I have done in time. And then the choice will be yours.
If you ever have questions use this. It will show you the answers that you
need to know." A small hand mirror appeared at Demona's feet. "I took into
account your temper with this mirror so no worries about breaking it. I also
suggest you speak to Clan Manhattan. You might have need of their help. As
well as the help of Detective Maza. She is such a resourceful human." And
with those words, Titania, Queen of Avalon, disappeared.
"Why would I need the help of Goliath and his pet human?" Demona asked
herself. "And why would Titania leave me a mirror? What would be so
important that I need this..." she trailed off as memories began appearing
in her head. "Ranma," she breathed out. "RANMA!"
End Prologue
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