[FFML] [FFML][Fanfic][Ranma/SM] Hailstorm

Hailstorm - Prologue
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Inspired by Dark Phoneix's story "Who's Your Daddy?"
http://tannim.anifics.com/Daddy/Daddy.html

Questions, comments, and criticisms are welcome. Email me at
laqjr_200@hotmail.com.

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Prologue
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Disclaimer:
I do not own Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon or Ranma 1/2. Characters used
without permission.

The prologue (as of 11/09/02) is a modified version of Dark Phoneix's
prologue used with permission (11/21/02).

Acknowledgements:
The original idea behind 'Who's Your Daddy' and 'Hailstorm' is courtesy
of Rift120, from the Delphi Boards.

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Just to be fair, I'll tell you right now that this is a character study
of Ami Mizuno, Senshi of Mercury, from Sailor Moon. Though this is a
Ranma/BSSM crossover, the Ranma aspect provides more of a backdrop for
the main portion of this part of the story.

You have been warned.

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It all began when...
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Atsuko Mizuno wearily kicked off her shoes, not bothering to replace
them with the soft indoor slippers that waited next to the door. Juban
General had been absolutely swamped with victims of the latest monster
attack. Though she generally worked with patients who had appointments
with Dr. Kisawa, the hospital had been so swamped by ER patients that
doctors were literally snagging any staff they came across with some
education to help out in stabilizing the situation.

A long, hot bath and a good night's sleep would refresh her depleted
reserves of energy, but the trek to the bathroom seemed like an
impossible mission. Each step compounded the pain in her aching feet,
yet she made it, thankfully. Sluggishly, the woman retrieved a large
bath towel from the linen closet and slid open the door to the furo. The
room was already filled with a thick blanket of warm, cloudy steam.
Through the fog, Atsuko could barely make out the form of her daughter,
the pride and joy of her life for the last thirteen and a half years,
laid back in the large furo.

By this time, Atsuko would usually have left and let Ami alone to her
bath. Bathing together with her daughter was something she avoided doing
since Ami was able to bathe on her own. Today, however, tired and weary
as she was, Atsuko could not bring herself to leave the bathroom until
she'd at least had a few minutes to soak in the warm water. Shedding her
uniform, Atsuko walked to one of the shelves over the sink and pulled
out a bar of soap, one which she hoarded very carefully and used as
sparingly as possible. This soap... with it, she could immerse herself
and hide from her reality.

Sitting herself on one of the stools, Atsuko took the time to carefully
lather herself with the soap before washing with cold water. Seeing Ami
was dozing slightly, she carefully descended into the furo so as not to
wake her daughter. Looking down at Ami's sleeping form, Atsuko wondered
again at how beautiful her daughter was. She and Ami had grown distant
from each other over time. Buying this well-furnished apartment was not
really the smartest move with her new job as an underpaid nurse in the
nearly-filled-to-bursting General Hospital of Juban, and as such Atsuko
often had to work overtime to pay for their slightly indulgent
lifestyle. Ami's own studies were likely a result of her mother spending
so much time working at the hospital, and Atsuko would have liked for
her to go out more often and participate in some sports in conjunction
with swimming, but if Ami would rather spend her free time studying at a
cram school, Atsuko was going to make sure Ami had the money to study
there.

It was only when she had slid down and rest her back against the side of
the furo that the woman noticed the state of Ami's bruised and battered
form. She gasped, reaching out to the sleeping girl, instinctually
checking out the degree of her bruises. Years of experience in treating
nearly every form of injury that could possibly be sustained told her
that nothing was seriously wrong with Ami. The bruises were already
halfway healed, the scratches and small lacerations scabbed over and
showing no signs of infection.

Who had done this to her? What kind of monster would attack her
daughter? Filled with fear for her daughter's safety, Atsuko pulled Ami
close to her and hugged her tightly, feeling all the more certain she
had failed to protect the girl and teach her to protect herself.

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Ami woke up with a wince, feeling every one of the injuries she obtained
during the struggle with the droid from Chibi-Usa's dream she and the
other senshi fought off earlier in the day. Thank all that was holy for
accelerated healing, something she seemed to have even when not in her
senshi form, much to the chagrin of her teammates.

The girl opened her eyes and squawked in surprise. She was in her
mother's arms and the older woman was weeping softly. Oh no, what would
she think? Ami shifted slightly, trying to take pressure off of a tender
spot near her lower back. The motion caught her mother's attention and
Ami found herself the target of a powerful gaze that burned with an
internal fire of such intensity, she momentarily wondered if the woman
was possessed.

"Ami, who was it? Who did this to you? Just tell me, who?" demanded
Atsuko, a severely forceful tone entering into her voice. "He can't hurt
you anymore, I promise you." A promise filled with certainty.

Ami's eyes widened in surprise. Her mother thought someone had... oh,
hell, she was so screwed.

"M-Mom, you've got the wrong idea. It's nothing like that!" Ami quickly
said. How was she going to get out of this without compromising her
identity?

Atsuko cradled her closely, not allowing the girl to escape her grasp.
Around them the water sloshed and splashed, but neither of them paid it
any attention, too caught up in more important matters to care.

"It's okay, Ami. I'm not mad at you. Just tell me who it is, I'll make
sure they never do anything again. We'll talk to the authorities, get
everything straightened out. Everything will be okay, Ami, I'll make
sure this never happens again."

Fearing the fallout of her mother's future misguided actions on her
behalf, Ami began to talk, blurting out secrets she'd never even thought
about exposing. They were gonna be so mad at her, Ami knew, but
sacrifices have to be made every day. Besides, who knew, maybe her
mother wouldn't mind having a super hero in the family.

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Author's Notes:

Hmm, well, none of this is really original. Most all of this (as of
11/11/02) is a modified version of Dark Phoneix's own Prologue in "Who's
Your Daddy?". There are links to his story at the top of the page.

Questions, comments, and criticisms are welcome. Email me at
laqjr_200@hotmail.com.

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