Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction / Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ A New Home ❯ Realization ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter 3

Realization

 

 

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I wrote this story to get it out of my head, as well as deal with the Chibi-Usa/Ranma/Hotaru match-up that I picked up from Meanings of Life by Kuraiko Kurohoshi. A great and funny story you should read if you have the time.

 

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“You asked to see me?” Sailor Pluto was not often forced to appear before anyone. Even during the Silver Millennium, it was she who chose when and where to meet Queen Serenity.

 

To have the avatar of the object you guard summon you… It was a new experience for her.

 

“Yes. Ranma will need to be told of what has occurred.” The avatar was standing before the Gates of Time, his face scrutinizing the time streams and offshoots. Dealing with Ranma was taxing his processing abilities.

 

He had never felt so alive.

 

“And what, pray tell, has occurred?” Sailor Pluto herself had not even been able to look yet into the past and see what Ranma had done to arrive here. She had merely went to contact the Outers and inform them of the new arrival, including Neo Princess Usa's and Princess Hotaru's declaration of Ranma to be their consort.

 

“He has been pulled across universes. The portal that allowed the minion to pass to his world was a Class Ten Summoning type. That means it was keyed to be user specific. As such, when he was pulled through, it was almost like his body was being pulled apart to him, most likely because his body was being pulled apart. How he survived to reach this side, I don't think we'll ever know unless you ask him. He seems pretty tight-lipped about his abilities.”

 

Pluto was stunned. A Class Ten Summoning Portal required a huge amount of magical energy. To pull it off, the person either had excellent control over magic, or was a lucky idiot.

 

She had no way of knowing the latter was correct.

 

“So, is it possible to send him back to his world after he has served his purpose?”

 

Hades shook his head. “You know, you need to thaw yourself a little, Guardian. That is hardly the attitude to take with an ally.

 

“No, we cannot send him back. If someone from his world was to try and summon him, it might work. But there is no Gate of Time in his universe. We cannot send him home. In all likelihood, he will be on our Earth in our universe till the Hand of Death finally takes him.”

 

Pluto hid her feelings at this. She wasn't quite sure how to take it. She was happy that he might stick around and cheer up her youngest charges, but at the same time, Hades himself had said it wasn't set with which charges he would eventually cheer up. “This wouldn't have anything to do with the fact that he is the biggest battery for you in a few thousand eons?”

 

Hades looked at her with slight annoyance. But slowly, a smile—an evil smile Pluto had often seen on the faces of their attackers—grew on his face. “Oh no, this has nothing to do with that. And just for that little remark, I think I owe you. Yes, I owe you big time for that.”

 

“OH GOD, YES! YES! BY THE HEAVENS, YES!”

 

Pluto immediately paled at hearing her own voice like that, before slowly turning to the Gates of Time. That was her…and… “WHAT THE FU—”

 

“Well,” Hades said, “I thought you might like to see one of the possible futures where you and Ranma get together. I must say, you seem to be enjoying yourself.” Hades stopped speaking after seeing Setsuna in the future do something quite…remarkable. Turning his head and body so that his face was almost upside down, he had to remark without meaning to tease. “Damn, you are quite flexible. I figured something like that would pop a joint out of place.”

 

Pluto quickly teleported away from being a voyeur of her own possible sex life.

 

Hades, however, took his time before moving on from that vision. Damn, I had no idea they were that flexible.

 

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Hotaru was riding on Cloud Nine at the moment.

 

Today, her prayers had been answered and a strong, handsome, powerful man had come into her life. Every time she looked into his eyes over dinner—a little difficult since she was sitting right beside him with Usa on the other side—she could see some peace in there, even some compassion for them.

 

But she also saw sadness…loneliness. It wasn't all that hard to tell those emotions were there. She had seen them enough during her own times she looked in a mirror.

 

She didn't even notice how much of her own food she had eaten while watching him eat. Both of her adoptive parents had been surprised when she had absently asked for thirds, even she hadn't known she was eating so much.

 

But that was nothing compared to how much Ranma had eaten. Apparently, one of the warnings given to Michiru by Setsuna included making a larger meal. He had seven portions himself. He seemed to be straining slightly to eat, but seemed to get stronger as he ate.

 

Michiru tried to keep the conversation civil, while Haruka seemed upset that apparently some boy was trying to take Hotaru away. “So, Ranma, are you feeling any better?”

 

Ranma remembered his manners to swallow before speaking. “Well, all I really needed was a great meal to feel better. That portal really took my energy out of me.”

”Really, why is that?” Setsuna spoke.

 

“Well, I needed to make a ki shield to keep that thing from killing me. Whatever was attacking me in that portal really battered my shield, and add that onto the damage it did before I got my shield up, I was lucky to be standing. This is an excellent meal by the way. I don't know how to thank you.”

 

“How about telling us about yourself, Ranma?” Usa was anxious to learn more about her new prince.

 

Ranma became a little nervous, wondering how much he could tell them without sounding crazy or dangerous. He needed more time. “Um, what would you like to know?”

 

Haruka decided to finally enter the conversation. “Tell us about your life, your parents, how you were able to kill the creature that attacked you.”

 

Every one of the Senshi stared at her, but Ranma was trying to figure out how to word his answers. The last thing he needed was the two girls who were sitting beside him to try and come to Nerima. They'd just get hurt by the Fiancée Brigade. “Well, I spent ten years on the road training with my pops in my family's style of martial arts. My pops is definitely not parenting material and my mom has perhaps the most warped sense of honor I've ever seen. And that thing…well, I came up with some new techniques after I got the idea off an anime series. I only just recently had the time to make the attack work.” There, no definite answers and no way to track me down. The best they could do would be to look for my family and Mom hid herself after all the people Pops screwed over began coming after her.

 

“Not very descriptive, Ranma.” Haruka was determined to get some definite answers from this boy. How else could she find out if this boy was a threat to sweet little Hotaru unless she had more information than a possible alias of Ranma Saotome. “Tell us about what you've been doing since you returned from your training trip.”

 

“Um,” Ranma was trying to keep everything he said to showing as little details as possible.

 

“Haruka-papa, please stop pressing Ranma for details. He'll tell us when he's ready.”

 

Ranma looked between Hotaru and Haruka, confused. “Um, Hotaru. Why are you calling Haruka papa? I mean, yeah, Haruka looks like a man in those clothes, but she's obviously a girl.”

 

“And how would you know I ain't a guy, Ranma.” Haruka was a little surprised. Most people took one look at her and assumed male.

 

“Um, I've had some experience dealing with people who prefer to dress as the opposite sex.” Like Ukyo, Tsubasa, Konatsu, and myself when mother came by expecting Ranko. “Besides, you have a dead giveaway. You ain't got an Adam's Apple. That means you have to be a girl.” Yes, turn the questioning session onto them.

 

Michiru giggled a little. “Well, Haruka has always been the tomboy type.”

 

Ranma looked at the Senshi of Uranus with a little fear in his eyes.

 

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Ranma was currently flying over Tokyo proper, trying to save some time and at least see how things were going in Nerima. He had earlier tried to call the dojo from a pay phone, but ended up connecting to some bakery that had the same number.

 

He stopped, floating above Tokyo Tower. Nerima looked…different. A water tower was ten blocks to the left of where it should be. He should know; he had seen this view enough when the tomboy sent him on a Tokyo Tour via Mallet-sama Airways.

 

He flew towards the high school. Maybe that portal just messed with his head a little, or maybe he was just looking at Nerima from the wrong angle.

 

But even Furinkan High School betrayed him. He looked upon it with fear. The school was at the same location, but extremely different. It was larger and four floors taller. The fields were aligned all wrong, and the walls and trees everywhere showed no signs of his usual discourse with Kuno or any other member of the NWC.

 

Using his best speed, he made his way to where the Tendo Dojo was located.

 

Only to find an apartment complex.

 

“No, no, no. It's all wrong. Where's the Dojo?”

 

“You don't know where you are, do you?”

 

Ranma turned quickly, still floating in mid-air, to see someone dressed like those warrior cheerleaders he ran into before. She was currently standing on a building across from where the dojo should have been, a garnet rod in her hand. What did Michiru call them…? “You're one of those Sailor Senshi, right?”

 

“Yes. Sailor Pluto, at your service. Now, if you would be kind enough to land on the roof here, we can get to business. The people of this ward are not used to such things as floating people.”

 

Ranma floated over to the unfamiliar roof across from what should have been the Tendo Dojo. “Why's everything different?”

 

Pluto shook her head. At least he is getting to the point, not like at dinner. “This is a different Earth than the one you came from, a different universe. That portal you came through pulled you from your universe to ours.”

 

Ranma closed his eyes and began to rub his temples. This all sounded familiar to him. Why? Was it another one of those shows that the Tendo daughters watched? “You mean like off sci-fi. This is the same time, but different Earth. Things happened differently at some point in our history so that this world was created?”

 

Pluto was surprised. She didn't expect him to get it so easily. “Yes. You are in a different world. Same Earth, but a different reality, a different set of circumstances.”

 

Ranma sat down against the side of the roof ledge. He had wanted to get away from his life, get away from the craziness and dishonorable life he was being forced into by his family and supposed friends. But to skip out of his world entirely? What would he do? He had no family here, and no friends save for the family that had watched over him when the Sailor Senshi dropped him off. He had promised Hotaru and Usa that he would return after checking in at home, but there wasn't a home to check into. “Is there a way for me to return to my world?”

 

She merely shook her head. “If there is, it will have to be done from their end. We do not have the resources to send you back, nor the ability.” She turned towards him, approaching where he sat. “The people you were staying with will help you. And I do believe those two girls will provide you with a reason to stay. They seem to both desire your presence, as well as the fact that they don't mind sharing you between themselves. Both also seem to understand that you will not wish to be forced into anything.”

 

Ranma was speechless, staring off into space. Was he truly free? Would a portal open any moment now and suck him back to that hell he came from?

 

He pulled his legs and hugged them to his chest. Ranma wasn't used to anything remotely like this. If what Pluto said was true, he was permanently stuck on this Earth until someone from his Earth pulled him back. That would mean they might need the scroll from the old letch…the scroll that he kicked into the portal and watched explode. Shit! “So what am I to do now? I don't exist here, and if I have a counterpart, I couldn't just take his life over. Hell, it might be worse for him than it was for me.”

 

“How so?” Ranma had revealed too little during the dinner. And she was definitely not in the mood to return to the Gates and deal with that perverted avatar.

 

Ranma decided to take a chance and tell her. It was obvious these Sailor Senshi were at least trying to help him. “Let's see. My pops sold me as a fiancé to more families than in a phone book. Taught me a technique that means I can't get anywhere near cats. Got me a water-based curse that turns me into a girl when hit with cold water. Engaged me to one girl who thinks I am her personal punching bag. I have a mother who believed a dishonorable thief like my father would raise me as a `man among men' or we'd commit seppuku. I've got an Amazon girl after me because I defeated her once and by their laws, she is my wife, so she has to bring me back to her village for breeding stock. I have two lunatics named Tatewaki and Kodachi Kuno who want to either kill me or fuck me depending on which form I'm in because they believe one form is enslaving the other form from proclaiming undying love for them. The lecherous grandmaster of my school is always trying to feel up my girl side and attacks me when I don't let him, and my own father says I should just let him. No matter what happens, it's always my fault as far as anyone is concerned. So when the psychotic suitors of the women after me show up and try to kill me for taking their equally crazy women from them, I get blamed for the damages. Basically I'm `one more fiancée arriving at the Dojo looking for me' or `another family my father screwed over showing up' from killing myself.

 

“And that is just the day-to-day stuff. I had to face off against a descendant of a Ki dragon to unlock my curse. I had to kill the Phoenix God to save my friends' lives. I had to compete in all kinds of warped martial arts to save and help people. And the only thanks I get is the next challenge thrown at me and my worthless family yelling at me for not taking care of my mistakes, even though they made them.”

 

Pluto just stood there with her mouth open.

 

Ranma wasn't even looking at her. “So, I couldn't exactly tell the people helping me any of that. They'd think I was crazy. But since you Senshi seem to deal with weird things like that all the time, I thought you might believe me.”

 

Oh yes, Sailor Pluto would be a while.

 

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“So, what do you think of him, Usa?”

 

Usa was sitting on the bed across from Hotaru. Ranma had left half an hour ago, promising to return before ten. He still had an hour left, and had left all of his stuff behind—a sign that he would return—but it still felt like he was hiding things. “I think we might be scaring him. Did you see him at dinner? He was trying to keep quiet about things. Maybe he's already married or something.”

 

Hotaru's shoulders slumped. “Maybe. But I think we have to figure out how we're going to handle things tomorrow. You know the adults are going to try and get Ranma into school while he's staying here since Setsuna-mama said that would be for a while. So the Inners are bound to see him tomorrow.”

 

Usa's face paled quickly. “Minako and Makato will latch onto him quicker than Mom at an all-you-can-eat buffet.”

 

Hotaru could only look glum. “We need a plan. Preferably one in which we don't pump our fists in the air and call it something stupid like `Operation: Claim our man!' ”

 

Usa decided to go for broke. “We can give them some random guy's name and tell them that's who they're supposed to get married to. That way they'll spend all their time looking for their `one true love', which leaves us alone with Ranma.”

”But I thought you said they had multiple consorts?”

 

Usa smiled. “I know that and you know that, but they don't.”

 

Hotaru got an evil grin that Usa had only seen once before: when she was possessed with Mistress Nine. “Pure evil, Usa. I love it. But we need some information on these imaginary guys. They need a history, something the other girls can latch onto and try and track them down with.”

 

“Oh, that's the easy part. We ask Ranma about some of the guys he knows. After all, if what Puu said was correct and Ranma's not from here, what are the odds that those two would actually meet the guys we're telling them about. And as long as we don't connect them to Ranma, they won't ask him anything.”

 

The two cackled evilly, frightening the two older females who were currently listening in outside the room.

 

Haruka and Michiru walked away back towards the front room. Haruka looked at her. “You said Ranma was too nice to make them act like that.”

“He's not making them; they're doing it on their own. They're just young and in love. Besides, you have to admit, that is a great plan to deal with the boy-crazy Inners.”

 

“But what happens if Ami or Rei decide to try and go after him or, worse yet, what happens if Usagi and Mamoru have another falling out?”

 

Michiru stopped, before turning around and heading back up the stairs. “Then we should tell them to ask for more than two names of Ranma's male friends.” She paused and gave a mischievous smile. “Perhaps even a female name for Rei. After all, we need to keep them on their toes.”

 

Both smiled before heading back to interrupt the evil plannings of the two youngest Senshi.

 

After all, evil plans should be made as a family activity.

 

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Meanwhile, in a reality far, far away. Innortal was tapping away at his computer. Looking at the screen, he merely held up a sign.

 

“WRONG UNIVERSE!”

 

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Happosai was having an extremely bad day.

 

First off, his wayward heir decided to fight back once again, and destroyed his new toy…summoning scroll.

 

Then the monster ignored his commands and yanked Ranma through the very portal it had come from. For some reason, the portal remained open until the demon went back through. That in itself was a new thing, but the perverted man didn't even consider it was something that he did wrong, it must have been meant to stay open.

 

Finally, someone had let the others know what had happened to Ranma. He was currently being chased by Ukyo, Kodachi, and Shampoo; each demanding to know where he had sent Ranma. Kuno was also chasing them, claiming he would make the foul imp pay for sending his beloved pig-tailed girl to hell, apparently believing that Happosai was the true foul sorcerer.

 

Mousse and Ryoga were jumping for joy.

 

Well, Mousse had been until he ended up jumping off a bridge he didn't see, and was now swimming in circles, quacking gleefully that Ranma could no longer keep his beloved Shampoo away from him.

 

Ryoga had jumped into the air, and somehow, against all odds, got lost. But he was happy that his vengeance was complete and now he could proclaim his love for Akane, as soon as he found his way back. Currently, he had somehow ended up on the International Space Station.

 

Cologne, being the calmest of the group, was watching a video she had recently purchased from Nabiki. It showed son-in-law being confronted by Happosai and his new creation. But she wasn't worried about the monster the pervert summoned. She was more interested in the portal. It was a specific type, something not seen before in her lifetime. She recognized the portal, by description only, because she had once read the scroll, before it was stolen by Happosai. She also knew that the scroll it was written on had been redone ten times in the 3000 years of Amazon history.

 

“Elder, what does this mean for my son?”

 

Cologne didn't want to turn and face the woman. She had some small respect for Nodoka with how she could keep her idiotic husband in line. But how do you tell a woman that her child was pulled into a portal and ripped apart by tidal forces that would have spread him across the inter-dimensional plane?

 

The simple truth was that Ranma Saotome was dead.

 

And soon, Happosai would be too...once she got a hold of him.

 

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OMAKE!!!

 

Ranma had been running for hours, but they finally confronted him.

 

“HOW DARE YOU DEFILE THE WOMAN I LOVE!”

 

“PREPARE TO DIE, SAOTOME!”

 

Normally, one would think these two would be members of the NWC.

 

They were the first two members of the MWC (Minato Wrecking Crew): Juuban Guard. Mamoru and Artemis were not only pissed that the women they loved had not only chased after Ranma, but were now carrying his children.

 

The Senshi just sat around the back porch, watching the fight. Only Ami had regained enough of her senses to speak. “Well, I guess that explains why Usa has pink hair and Diana has pink fur.”

 

Ami decided to stir the hornet's nest. “I have three thousand yen says Ranma takes them down in under a minute.”

 

And thus an unofficial branch of the Ice Queen Betting Establishment was formed in the Sailor Moon Universe.

 

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OMAKE! By Howard.

 

“OH GOD, YES! YES! BY THE HEAVENS, YES!”

 

Hades turned a smug look on Setsuna, only to be shocked by what he saw.

 

Setsuna was lying back on a beautiful four-post, canopied bed that hadn't been there a moment ago, wearing a sheer chemise that was colored and styled to match her senshi uniform. She patted the bed next to her and purred sexily, “Come here and watch with me.” Her smile grew, “I love home movies!”

 

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