Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction / Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ For Akane ❯ Journey ( Chapter 1 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: SoulSurvivor 
The deal done Ranma begins to adjust
Anime/Manga: Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction / Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 08.28.2001 | Pages: 4 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 815 | Status: Completed
The deal done Ranma begins to adjust
Anime/Manga: Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction / Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 08.28.2001 | Pages: 4 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 815 | Status: Completed
"Yes."
"Excellent." Beryl smiled cruelly. "Now
brace yourself. This might...sting a little."
"What? What are you talking about? `Sting'?
NNNNNNEEEEEAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!" Ranma
started to convulse as black energy flowed from
Beryl's hand and surrounded his body. Every
nerve felt like someone had prodded it with a
white-hot needle. His brain felt like someone
was examining it with a cutting torch. After
what felt like hours, the pain stopped, leaving
Ranma curled on the ground in a fetal ball. As
Ranma tried not to sob from the pain, Beryl
cheerfully spoke.
"See? That wasn't so bad, was it?"
"What...did...you...do?" Ranma whispered
weakly.
"I gave you the power to save your fiancee.
I had to...fix a few things in order to do it."
"Like what?" Ranma asked suspiciously.
Beryl continued to smile. Ranma didn't like
that smile. It showed way too many teeth. She
ignored his question, too.
"Time for you to return." Beryl began to
motion with her hands.
"Wait!" Ranma cried as he struggled to sit
up.
"Yes?"
"What about Akane?"
"She'll be fine. You have the power
necessary to save her."
Beryl began to motion with her hands again.
As Ranma faded out, her heard her say "Oh, yes.
I'll call when I need you. Be ready."
***********************
Ranma blinked. He was back at Jusendo, and
Akane was still in his arms. As he knelt, he
could feel the power Beryl promised. Something
about it seemed wrong out to his senses, but he
ignored it. This was the power he needed to
bring Akane back.
Reaching out with his new senses, he could
feel her life force ebbing away, unless he did
something, she had minutes to live, maybe less.
Energy was the key, and energy was the gift
he was given, the ability to manipulate it at
least. All he needed to do to save her was to
infuse her with energy. The question was where
to get it from.
Casting about, instinctively using his new
power, he located several possibilities. The
first and biggest was Jusendo itself, the
waters carried a mild amount of life force,
possibly the mold for the curse templates.
Then there were Mousse, Shampoo, Ryoga, the
guide and his daughter.... Any or all of which
would make excellent sources of power.
Blinking momentarily, he banished that last
thought, writing it up to the stress of the
moment. Then it hit him. There was one readily
available source of magic and life force (and
female life force to boot), one that nobody
would miss (aside from Kuno and Happosai). The
curse.
Reaching inside of himself, he took hold of
it and prepared to give it to her. The question
was: How to best do it? Then he smiled as the
perfect method came to him.
Strangely enough, it was Ryoga who kept
Shampoo from violently interfering as Ranma
leaned over and kissed Akane for the very first
time.
As he kissed her, a glow seemed to surround
Ranma, similar to his usual battle aura, but
different in an indefinable way. As he
continued to kiss Akane, the glow grew until
the group could no longer look directly at it.
If they had been able to see into the glow,
they would have seen it appear to flow from
Ranma to Akane. If they had been able to look
AT the glow itself, they would have noticed the
dark threads shot through it. Unfortunately, no
one had brought welding glasses, so this was an
impossibility.
Then, abruptly, the glow vanished. As their
eyes adjusted, the group was treated to a most
unusual sight. Ranma was unchanged, still
kneeling on the ground holding Akane. Akane on
the other hand...was a different story. Her
hair had lengthened to where it was pooling on
the ground, and now had a definite reddish tint
to it. Her body had altered slightly, becoming
much...fuller. No one would be able to refer to
her as 'flat-chested' again. But those were
secondary details. Akane's arms were wrapped
around Ranma's back, and, from the look of it,
she was now kissing him back, quite well too,
if you could judge by the stiffness of his
pigtail.
******************
Jusenkyo was flooded. The torrential
rainfall had seemed to come out of nowhere, and
refused to let up for the entire trip there. A
male Ranma stood in the rain and watched as the
others stared mournfully at the sodden mess
that used to be the cursed training grounds.
When the missing curse had first been
noticed, he had been swamped with questions of
how, and he had pleaded his case of ignorance
so many times, he almost believed it himself.
Then again, what could he tell them? 'Well ya
see, there was this dark queen I made a deal
with and...." Riiight. Like that would go
over well.
Also, he wasn't sure if Akane would approve
of what he had promised to bring her back.
Hopefully, she would never find out.
Besides, she was still getting over her
shock at her new appearance, though there was
no way anybody could call her sexless now.
Hell, Kuno was gonna have a fit when he saw
her, that was guaranteed.
Ranma could just imagine the look on the
would-be swordsman's face when he caught sight
of an amalgam of his two 'goddesses'. Then again, that would be fun as
well.
he mused And that brought him back to his
current dilemma: his oath to Beryl.
Not a simple promise to be broken, but an
oath taken on his family name. An oath taken on
his personal honor. Not his father's pathetic
excuse for honor, not on the name of the
Musabestu Kakuto Ryu, but his and his alone. An
oath given to someone he could tell was as evil
as they came.
As he was sinking under the weight of his
honor, he sensed a familiar presence behind
him.
"Hey, Akane."
"Hey, yourself."
He turned to see her standing in the rain,
as uncaring of it as he was. Even soaked to the
skin, dressed in his red silk shirt and borrowed
trousers, she was beautiful. He had always
found her attractive, especially when she
smiled, but now...
Whatever had happened had kept all of her
best qualities, and added on to them with his
cursed form. Her height was unchanged, but her
hair now fell to the middle of her back and was
now a deep scarlet, as if to match her name. (It
had turned from black with reddish tints to its
current shade in the space of a few minutes.)
Her figure was much closer to his cursed form,
but her face and eyes remained the same.
She shuffled her feet for a moment then
glanced over to where the others were moping.
"They're not taking it too well, are they?"
"No, they're not..." He muttered, "They
probably think it's my fault to, don't they." It
wasn't a question, just a simple statement of
fact. Ranma had become used to being blamed for
other people's problems.
She looked at him for a while, her
expression unreadable, before turning on her
heel and heading back to the guide's hut.
"We'd better get out of the rain, you don't
want to die of pneumonia after surviving
everything else."
"I'll be there in just a sec."
He watched her leave with mixed emotions.
After their kiss at Jusendo, they had hardly
spoken at all, neither wanting to be the first
to take the next step. He knew how he felt, and,
based on the way she had kissed him back, he had
a fairly good idea of where her feelings lie as
well.
The problem was what to do next. Ryoga
seemed to be to be taking things fairly well,
even asking him for help getting to Akari's
house. (Which surprised Ranma to no end.)
Mousse was ecstatic, of course, at seeing one
less obstacle between him and Shampoo. Shampoo
on the other hand.... Well, she hadn't spoken a
single word since Jusendo, though the glances
she cast his way were sure to spell trouble.
And for once, he was right. Unfortunately
for him.
*********************
Author Note Thingie:
Well, yet another first chapter. That makes
something like three now. Man, I've gotta stop
doing these until I actually get a second
chapter written.
Aaaaanyways, this was written with a
substantial amount input from Soul Survivor.
(Like most of the chapter. I love that guy. He
makes my job easy.)
Here's to actually writing Chapter 2 in a
timely fashion!
Ja Ne!
Slacker
"Excellent." Beryl smiled cruelly. "Now
brace yourself. This might...sting a little."
"What? What are you talking about? `Sting'?
NNNNNNEEEEEAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!" Ranma
started to convulse as black energy flowed from
Beryl's hand and surrounded his body. Every
nerve felt like someone had prodded it with a
white-hot needle. His brain felt like someone
was examining it with a cutting torch. After
what felt like hours, the pain stopped, leaving
Ranma curled on the ground in a fetal ball. As
Ranma tried not to sob from the pain, Beryl
cheerfully spoke.
"See? That wasn't so bad, was it?"
"What...did...you...do?" Ranma whispered
weakly.
"I gave you the power to save your fiancee.
I had to...fix a few things in order to do it."
"Like what?" Ranma asked suspiciously.
Beryl continued to smile. Ranma didn't like
that smile. It showed way too many teeth. She
ignored his question, too.
"Time for you to return." Beryl began to
motion with her hands.
"Wait!" Ranma cried as he struggled to sit
up.
"Yes?"
"What about Akane?"
"She'll be fine. You have the power
necessary to save her."
Beryl began to motion with her hands again.
As Ranma faded out, her heard her say "Oh, yes.
I'll call when I need you. Be ready."
***********************
Ranma blinked. He was back at Jusendo, and
Akane was still in his arms. As he knelt, he
could feel the power Beryl promised. Something
about it seemed wrong out to his senses, but he
ignored it. This was the power he needed to
bring Akane back.
Reaching out with his new senses, he could
feel her life force ebbing away, unless he did
something, she had minutes to live, maybe less.
Energy was the key, and energy was the gift
he was given, the ability to manipulate it at
least. All he needed to do to save her was to
infuse her with energy. The question was where
to get it from.
Casting about, instinctively using his new
power, he located several possibilities. The
first and biggest was Jusendo itself, the
waters carried a mild amount of life force,
possibly the mold for the curse templates.
Then there were Mousse, Shampoo, Ryoga, the
guide and his daughter.... Any or all of which
would make excellent sources of power.
Blinking momentarily, he banished that last
thought, writing it up to the stress of the
moment. Then it hit him. There was one readily
available source of magic and life force (and
female life force to boot), one that nobody
would miss (aside from Kuno and Happosai). The
curse.
Reaching inside of himself, he took hold of
it and prepared to give it to her. The question
was: How to best do it? Then he smiled as the
perfect method came to him.
Strangely enough, it was Ryoga who kept
Shampoo from violently interfering as Ranma
leaned over and kissed Akane for the very first
time.
As he kissed her, a glow seemed to surround
Ranma, similar to his usual battle aura, but
different in an indefinable way. As he
continued to kiss Akane, the glow grew until
the group could no longer look directly at it.
If they had been able to see into the glow,
they would have seen it appear to flow from
Ranma to Akane. If they had been able to look
AT the glow itself, they would have noticed the
dark threads shot through it. Unfortunately, no
one had brought welding glasses, so this was an
impossibility.
Then, abruptly, the glow vanished. As their
eyes adjusted, the group was treated to a most
unusual sight. Ranma was unchanged, still
kneeling on the ground holding Akane. Akane on
the other hand...was a different story. Her
hair had lengthened to where it was pooling on
the ground, and now had a definite reddish tint
to it. Her body had altered slightly, becoming
much...fuller. No one would be able to refer to
her as 'flat-chested' again. But those were
secondary details. Akane's arms were wrapped
around Ranma's back, and, from the look of it,
she was now kissing him back, quite well too,
if you could judge by the stiffness of his
pigtail.
******************
Jusenkyo was flooded. The torrential
rainfall had seemed to come out of nowhere, and
refused to let up for the entire trip there. A
male Ranma stood in the rain and watched as the
others stared mournfully at the sodden mess
that used to be the cursed training grounds.
When the missing curse had first been
noticed, he had been swamped with questions of
how, and he had pleaded his case of ignorance
so many times, he almost believed it himself.
Then again, what could he tell them? 'Well ya
see, there was this dark queen I made a deal
with and...." Riiight. Like that would go
over well.
Also, he wasn't sure if Akane would approve
of what he had promised to bring her back.
Hopefully, she would never find out.
Besides, she was still getting over her
shock at her new appearance, though there was
no way anybody could call her sexless now.
Hell, Kuno was gonna have a fit when he saw
her, that was guaranteed.
Ranma could just imagine the look on the
would-be swordsman's face when he caught sight
of an amalgam of his two 'goddesses'. Then again, that would be fun as
well.
he mused And that brought him back to his
current dilemma: his oath to Beryl.
Not a simple promise to be broken, but an
oath taken on his family name. An oath taken on
his personal honor. Not his father's pathetic
excuse for honor, not on the name of the
Musabestu Kakuto Ryu, but his and his alone. An
oath given to someone he could tell was as evil
as they came.
As he was sinking under the weight of his
honor, he sensed a familiar presence behind
him.
"Hey, Akane."
"Hey, yourself."
He turned to see her standing in the rain,
as uncaring of it as he was. Even soaked to the
skin, dressed in his red silk shirt and borrowed
trousers, she was beautiful. He had always
found her attractive, especially when she
smiled, but now...
Whatever had happened had kept all of her
best qualities, and added on to them with his
cursed form. Her height was unchanged, but her
hair now fell to the middle of her back and was
now a deep scarlet, as if to match her name. (It
had turned from black with reddish tints to its
current shade in the space of a few minutes.)
Her figure was much closer to his cursed form,
but her face and eyes remained the same.
She shuffled her feet for a moment then
glanced over to where the others were moping.
"They're not taking it too well, are they?"
"No, they're not..." He muttered, "They
probably think it's my fault to, don't they." It
wasn't a question, just a simple statement of
fact. Ranma had become used to being blamed for
other people's problems.
She looked at him for a while, her
expression unreadable, before turning on her
heel and heading back to the guide's hut.
"We'd better get out of the rain, you don't
want to die of pneumonia after surviving
everything else."
"I'll be there in just a sec."
He watched her leave with mixed emotions.
After their kiss at Jusendo, they had hardly
spoken at all, neither wanting to be the first
to take the next step. He knew how he felt, and,
based on the way she had kissed him back, he had
a fairly good idea of where her feelings lie as
well.
The problem was what to do next. Ryoga
seemed to be to be taking things fairly well,
even asking him for help getting to Akari's
house. (Which surprised Ranma to no end.)
Mousse was ecstatic, of course, at seeing one
less obstacle between him and Shampoo. Shampoo
on the other hand.... Well, she hadn't spoken a
single word since Jusendo, though the glances
she cast his way were sure to spell trouble.
And for once, he was right. Unfortunately
for him.
*********************
Author Note Thingie:
Well, yet another first chapter. That makes
something like three now. Man, I've gotta stop
doing these until I actually get a second
chapter written.
Aaaaanyways, this was written with a
substantial amount input from Soul Survivor.
(Like most of the chapter. I love that guy. He
makes my job easy.)
Here's to actually writing Chapter 2 in a
timely fashion!
Ja Ne!
Slacker