Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction / Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Trapped ❯ Chapter 00: A Choice And A Prayer ( Prologue )

welcome to Trapped. Since there was a little confusion with the way I originally wrote the first chapter, I choose to write a prologue.

This was started by Firehedgedog, but she has not picked up the story in a little over 2 years. So, with her permission, I shall pick up where she left of and add a little of my own flare while I'm at it.

Yes, this is another Ranma/Senshi fanfic, this is a warning to all of those who don't like the "Ranma in a fuku" Genre. Flames will be laughed at, tied to Happosai and sent down river (play nice with the fishies now). Seriously, flames are a sad, sad waste of time that shows only how immature one can be. Please put any criticism into a positive, helpful light. That way we may all learn and work together to create fics that are far more enjoyable for all. If you have suggestions as to how this fic should play out, then I am all "ears"; however, remember that this is a "Sailor Moon, Ranma in a fuku fic" (i.e. any suggestions that would go directly against this premise will be filed for later projects). Also, this is a "Ranma is a girl permanently" and as such the above statement applies here as well.

Sailor Moon is the property of Takeuchi Naoko. Ranma 1/2 is the property of Takashi Rumiko.

They stood there. In their hands, the cure to the jusenkyo curse. The delema was that it took two to activate the cure, only one of them could recive it, and it only worked once. Ryoga knew that the best way to decide who would get the cure was to dual for it. But for once in his life he was honest with himself, there was no way he could defeat Ranma. After all, his rival did kill a demi-god. Power like that one cannot ignore, even if they were as dilutional as Kuno. What chance did he really stand at getting the cure. 'Well,' he thought to himself, 'I guess I might as well get accustumed to running for my life, as I will forever be cursed to be that damned P-chan.' So deep in his mussings that he almost failed to notice his unwilling compainion speak. What he did hear had to be his imagination. "I sorry, but I didn't quite catch that?"

"I said..." Ranma took a deep breath and with a sigh, continued. "...You can have the cure."

"You're kidding right, this has to be some sort of trick."

"No kidding, no trick. You can have it."

"Why?" Ryoga was very sceptical at this strange turn of events.

"Because, though I am not entirely to blame for your terible life... in fact most of it wasn't my fault." Ranma quickly put up his hand in a quieting motion, and continued. "Despite that, I do feel responsible for this. This is the one thing that was, without a doubt, my fault. I knocked you into the spring. As a martial artist, I should have been more aware of my surroundings. Besides, I think I would live longer as a girl then you would as a pig, and that would make your death my fault as well if I don't use this chance to save you from unnessesary danger. Please, lets get this over with before I change my mind"

And so it was...

In a certain resutrant in Nerima, a chestnut haired chef with a tear stained face, makes a desprite, heartfelt wish.

"Oh, God in heaven, please hear my prayer. Ranma needs a friend, and it's not me. I have betrayed him, crashing the wedding and attacking akane. All he ever asked for was for me to be his friend, and all I ever acted like was a jealous girl filled with unrequited love. I should have dropped the fiancee cra... I mean 'junk', when we found each other agian. Or at least when he was going to be married, I sould have dropped it then. Thank you for his kind, forgiving spirit, but I don't deserve his forgiveness. He offered me friendship freely; but through my selfish actions, I threw it right back in his face. What a fool I was. Please God, not for me, but for him.

Above her, a far away star twinkled.

She stood before the door to a home once his. A life once his. A future once his. A family once his. She stood before the door and hesitated. Would they accept him for what she had become?

Steeling herself, she stepped through the door...