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Cursed Gift
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" " are speaking
' ' are quotes
< > are thoughts
{ } are telepathic communications
* * are sounds
### are flashbacks
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Prologue : realisation
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Once again, Ranma's day was a disaster. Some things never change,
and so his fiancees all went down on him, all at the same time while
we are at it, and Ranma was hard pressed to escape being changed
into a doormat in the following fight between the girls.
His respite was short since where Shampoo go, Mousse will follow.
But without his glasses, the blind Amazon was easy to lost... but it
was counting without Kuno and his never ending samourai lunacy.
All in all, a normal day for Ranma. And even if all this was more
annoying than anything else, the true menace of these daily events
was on the emotional level.
<When will they understand? They are so pathetic... and I'm so tired
of all this crap. I don't know how much I can take this circus
that's my life.>
Ranma was sitting cross-legged on the dojo's roof, meditating to
relax after his day. He wore this trademark black sweater and his
tank top, his red chinese shirt laying on the tiles near him, so
that he felt the cool wind refresh his wind as it did to his body.
For the last few months, Ranma had felt something change deep
inside. Sure, his gift of improvisation allowed him to get a pretty
high level in martial arts at his young age, but genius only
couldn't help to beat foes like Herb or Saffron.
A Dragon prince and a Phoenix god. No "normal" human could possibly
beat beings like them with unnatural abilities.
To learn the 'Hiryu Shoten Ha' without knowing the last move was a
thing, but to revise a technique that powerful in the middle of a
fight and master it on the first try? His fight with Herb was the
first time when it began to 'click' in Ranma's mind and he then
slowly started to open his eyes to the truth.
His gift to adapt to his opponent was way too much developed, it was
unreal. But he didn't want... no, he COULD'T believe it, for it'd
mean that in all his fights, he had 'cheat' thanks to his gift.
The fight against Saffron in itself wasn't the confirmation Ranma
thought it'd be... nope, not the fight itself. The following days on
the other hand...
<How can I still pretend to be a martial arts expert when my own
body can develop the most powerful techniques if I badly need them?>
the pigtailed boy lamented, while having a few small fireballs
dancing over his hands palms up.
<Even the powers of a phoenix gods are at my disposal, and I'm not
even mentioning the physical perks... this gift even copied the
wings!! Am I only even human?> he wondered, his face distorted by
his anger while he 'sprouted' wings from his back, appearing
seemingly by magic, fitting on the large holes on the sides of his
tank top without damaging the clothe.
He studied one more time the magnificent feathers, they were so
white and so pure... more angel like than Saffron's bird-like wings.
<Or should I ask, Have I even been human? Where did this gift came
from?> Ranma tried without much result to get his cool back, but his
exasperation, and his tiredness from the bad day's stress, was
making it a difficult task.
{I think I may be able to answer that questions of yours.}
"Hu?" was all that Ranma could say, totally caught off guard.
{I'm sorry if I surprised you that much, it was not my intention.
I'm talking directly into your mind. It's my own gift, like you have
yours.} explained the mental voice.
"There are more people with gifts like me?" asked Ranma, exited to
know more about himself.
{Exactly. I'm the owner of a school that is specially made for
people like us, so they can be helped to better control theirs
gifts. Some could be dangerous, for themselves as much as
bystanders, if they didn't control their abilities.}
"Yeah, I can imagine the damage... hu, I know you can hear me and I
hear you in my mind but... where are you exactly? I'd like to talk
to you face to face." Ranma explained to the voice.
{I'm not that far actually, I'm in front of your home's gates with
some student of mine, but I wanted to make you know who we were
before actually meeting, so you knew we weren't here to cause you
any trouble.}
"Ah... someone who's not out for my blood? That'd be a first... I'll
come to get you guys, I just need to... hide back my wings and I'll
be there." Told them before jumping down the dojo's roof to go meet
the ones who could become his first true friends
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End prologue
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author's notes :
Darn, could finally manage to write something after more than 9 month staying idle... I'm working in my ranma/buffy xover again and I'll get chapter 1 out soon... I hope... Reincarnation : antipodes next chapter is nicely advanced too and I'll get back on Gaia's awakening soon too... planned 2 side stories that will start 2 new sagas that will xover one with the other sometimes...
hope to post something else pretty soon... got too much fanfics going on at the same times... will try to get on gaia mostly and get the first story completed soon, since I got pretty good C&C on this story ;)
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