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I FINALLY managed to finish another piece of this baby. Since it's
been a long time since I posted it, I decided to repost the Prologue. 
The next part will be right on the heels of this.

And that's all I have to say.

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"The Darkness Within-Prologue"

Ranma 1/2 X-over

By: Slacker(rheins@pmt.org)

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Mount Phoenix

    "Akane!" Ranma screamed. <I have to 
finish this! She won't last much longer!>

     Ranma reached deep inside himself, 
deeper than he had ever managed before. He 
reached down until he found the power he 
needed. Power different than chi, power he 
had never felt before, power he had never 
needed before. But Akane's life was in the 
balance, and he would do anything necessary 
to save her. He touched the power. And used 
it.

    "Hiryu Shoten Ha Revised! Flying Dragon 
Ice Breakthrough!" 

    Saffron felt the power Ranma raised, just 
before it froze him and shattered him to 
pieces. Two others felt it, as well. One was 
a large black man who was about to enter a 
nightclub in downtown Chicago. He looked up 
and scanned the night. 

    "Hey. You've stopped. Is there a problem?" 
His partner asked over the com-set. 

    "No. I just had a weird feeling. I think 
something bad just happened. I can feel 
something. It almost feels like what I got from 
Frost. I've got a hunt to organize after we're 
done here." He replied. "We'll talk more later. 
I need to concentrate on the job now." 

    That said, he pulled out a custom-modified 
assault rifle, shot the doorman (who crumbled 
into ash), and kicked the door of the nightclub 
in. 

    "Hey, bloodsuckers! Guess who's here!" He 
yelled as he opened fire.

     The other person to feel the power was 
in the Carpathians. He was a tall, pale man 
with long brown hair. He was dressed in a 
black hat with a red gem on the hatband, a deep 
blue cloak which had black trim with red 
triangles on it, black gloves and boots, and a 
large, thin, curving blade strapped across his 
back. 

    He looked up, and said, "Blast! He has 
awoken! I had hoped that it would not go that 
far! Now I have to deal with it." He then 
proceeded to his destination, a large 
foreboding castle.

***************
Tendo Dojo

    Ranma woke up gasping. Ever since 
Saffron, he had been having dreams. 
Nightmares, really. Visions of fangs, and 
glowing red eyes. A dark presence that seemed 
to beckon. He hadn't been able to get a 
decent amount of sleep in weeks. It was the 
reason his BAKA father and Mr. Tendo had 
managed to get the drop on him and shove him 
into a tuxedo for that "wedding." Ha! More 
like a battleground. The only good part 
about the whole thing was that he had managed 
to get some rest when he was out cold.

     Ranma slowly got up and went to the 
window. It was just barely dawn. He looked 
out the window at the horizon. The sun seemed 
to hit his eyes like a brick. <Aargh! That's 
BRIGHT! Kami-sama, what's with my eyes 
lately? They've been really friggin' 
sensitive!> 

    Ranma stood up, and moved to the 
bathroom. When he got there, he went over to 
brush his teeth to get rid of the "three-
days-dead" taste in his mouth. He picked up 
his toothbrush, put toothpaste on it, looked 
in the mirror, and his toothbrush hit the 
floor. He stared at his reflection. <Fangs?> 

    Indeed, they were. Both his upper and lower 
canines were noticeably longer and thinner. 
<Oh, Kami-sami! I look like a Hibiki! This 
has to be a bad dream.> 

    Ranma closed his eyes and rubbed them hard. 
When he opened them, the fangs were still there. 
He pinched himself. Nope, not a dream. 

    <Come on, come on, come on! Go away! COME 
ON!> As Ranma concentrated, the fangs slowly 
shrank back down to his normal canines. <Oh, 
thank the kamis!> 

    Just as Ranma was beginning to relax and 
was leaning over to pick up his toothbrush, 
the door to the bathroom opened. He sniffed. 
<Nabiki.>

     She stumbled across the room, heading 
for the furo, stripping off her pajamas as 
she went. Ranma froze. <I'mgonnadie.>

    Nabiki opened the door to the furo, turned 
on the light, and closed the door.

     Ranma just stayed where he was for a few 
seconds. When he determined that Nabiki wasn't 
going to kill him, he tried to figure out what 
had just happened.

    <Ok, I'm about to brush my teeth, Nabiki 
comes in, strips, and walks right past me. This 
is really freaky. I'm getting out of here. NOW!>

   Ranma went to the door and silently opened 
it. He winced at the light in the hallway. As he 
went through, he started to shut off the light 
out of habit. He stopped. The lights were 
already off. He flipped the switch just to make 
sure. Yep, they were on now. He flipped the 
switch back to the off position and shut the 
door. He was walking down the hallway when he 
realized something.

   <Wait. If the light was off, how could I 
see?>

***************
Furinkan High, the soccer field.

   "...OOOOOOMMMMMMMBBBBBOOOOOYYYYY!!!"  
    
    *CRASH!!!!* 

    Enter Ranma, via the standard method.

    "Oh, man. Why'd she have to hit me so hard? 
I just complimented Kasumi on how good the food 
was." Ranma muttered as he rubbed his head. (Of 
course, then he added that someone else's was 
toxic waste.)
    
    "Hello." A deep voice said from behind 
Ranma.

    Ranma whirled around. He looked at the man. 
He was a tall, pale man with long brown hair. He 
was dressed in a black hat with a red gem on the 
hatband, a deep blue cloak which had black trim 
with red triangles on it, black gloves and 
boots, and a long, thin, curving blade strapped 
across his back. 

    The sword made Ranma pause. The man was at 
least six feet tall. The sword hilt started 
several inches above his head on his left side 
and the scabbard was visible poking out by his 
calf on the right. That made the sword at least 
six feet long, maybe longer. You needed a lot of 
skill to use a weapon like that.

    Ranma jumped to an obvious conclusion, at 
least for his life. He sank into his usual 'non-
stance' ready stance.

    "So, you here to kill me?"

    The man sighed. His voice was very tired as 
he spoke. 

    "You know, I had truly hoped I would not 
have to do this."

    "Whadda mean?" Ranma asked, confused.

    In response, the man simply drew his sword.

    Ranma smirked. <Thought so. This ought to be 
quick.> "Well, before we fight, you should know 
something. I'm Ranma Saotome, of the Saotome 
school of Anything Goes Martial Arts. I'm the 
best fighter of my generation. You ain't got a 
chance of beating me."

    The man said nothing as he sank into a ready 
stance. Ranma analyzed his movements as they 
began to circle. 

    <Hmmm. Don't recognize the style. Emphasis 
upon the sword. No surprise, there. Looks like a 
bit of kendo, some European fencing, and a few 
others. This might be fun. I wonder...>

    Ranma's thoughts were interrupted when the 
man rushed at him. Ranma quickly dodged or 
blocked all of the strikes. The man ended his 
rush facing away from Ranma.

    "That the best you got?" Ranma asked 
arrogantly. 

    The man turned to face Ranma. His voice was 
calm when he spoke.


    "Three things. First, I am called D. Second, 
while you are possible the best fighter of your 
generation, I am not of your generation. And 
third...." D stopped speaking.

    "What? What's number three?" Ranma demanded.

    D just smiled and pointed at Ranma's 
clothes.   

    "Huh?" Suddenly Ranma became aware of a 
multitude of sharp pains all over his body. He 
looked down and saw that his clothing had small 
cuts all over it. Then D spoke again.

    "Three. I know pressure points."

    Ranma looked up just in time to lose feeling 
from his neck down.  He collapsed on his back. 
As he was lying on the ground trying to get his 
non-responsive muscles to move, he heard 
footsteps coming closer. A shadow fell over his 
face. He looked up at D. D had a look of great 
sadness on his face as he raised his sword and 
spoke.

    "I am truly sorry about this."

    Then the sword flashed, and Ranma felt a 
great pain, and then...he felt nothing.

To be continued...
*****************************
Author's Big-Mouth Piece:

    
    Yes, I know that's another evil cliffhanger. 
Yes, I know some of you hate them. *shrugs* 
Sorry.

    I've had this thing sitting half-finished on 
my hard drive for the last six months. 

    Then Andrew Wilson started to talk about a 
Ranma/Nightbane crossover. Then he wrote it. And 
that provided the motivation for me to finish 
this baby. 

    So blame Andrew for this. (Joking, joking!) 
Thanks man!

    I hope to have some more of this out fairly 
soon. Other things I'm working on will dictate 
how soon, though. So, no promises.


Ja Ne!
Slacker

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