Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ A Different Time... ❯ A Different Backstory ( Chapter 2 )

A different time Part two;

Disclaimers: These Characters aren't mine, don't sue me. These Characters are not mine, thus they are out of character.

 

“I hope that you understand that I'm only here because the guide said that you had a cure for this curse.” Ranma said while sitting in an old house in the middle of the Amazon village. He paid no attention to the guards that were nervously watching him from the other side of the room. They wouldn't have been able to stop him if he wanted to leave.

 

“Of course.” Kun Lon said as she rummaged through her books on the shelf while the boiling kettle could be heard in the kitchen. An older man came into the room and set the kettle and tea down on the table that Ranma was sitting at. Ranma's hair was peppered with white strands, while his face had permanent lines etched into it.

 

“I am curious about you. It isn't often that an outsider can come into our village shake our faith in our ways in less than fifteen minutes. I also sense that your story needs to be heard and told. A small price to pay for the cure of your curse.” The elder sat down and started to pour herself some tea. Ranma prepared his own.

 

 

“You want to hear about my life? Okay…but I had better be cured when I leave here.” Ranma's eyes held no malice, his voice carried no threat, but the message was clear.

 

“My story begins with a promise. My father promised his friend that their families would be joined in the marriage of their children. I was an only child. When I was six, I was taken on a ten-year training trip with my father; I believe we passed by here then as well, but nowhere near Jusenkyo. At the end of that trip, I was sixteen and introduced for the first time to my bride.

 

We fought at first, but that became a part of who we were together and soon enough we were married and expecting our first born at the age of seventeen. It was then that my father's sins came onto me. During the training trip, he had used me to secure food and lodgings, usually by promising that I would marry their daughters at some point in time in the future.

 

It was stressful, trying to raise a family, go to school, and deal with errant fiancés who wouldn't take no for an answer or refused to recognize that I was already married. What made it worse was that an old rival from before the trip came back to haunt my family and me. I should have taken him seriously when he threatened my happiness.

 

The situation persisted until after I had graduated college and my wife had our second child. We had our own dojo and the fiancés had settled down. Pop had a talent for finding the violent ones who happened to have equally violent admirers to be engaged to me. By that time I had at least five fiancés all trying to break my family apart.

 

They had tried everything from challenges to ambushes. It wasn't until my second born was kidnapped and held for ransom did I realize that something had to be done. My rival from before had become my friend and my family's friend. I trusted him to watch my firstborn and my wife while I retrieved our child. I never should have trusted him.

 

The fiancés had never worked together; we never thought they would, seeing as how the prize couldn't be shared. But they had put their differences aside to remove the one obstacle between them and my marrying one of them, my family. While I was off trying to find and rescue my youngest, the rest came for my wife and oldest. That bastard let them in and watched while my family was slaughtered.

 

I was able to find my youngest child. They never had any intention of letting them live. They didn't see my children as anything other than something in their way. They knew that as long as I had anything to tie me to my wife, then I would never let her go. I found his remains, dead since he had been taken.

 

My grief for my slain child turned to horror and more as I returned home only to discover the same fate had befallen my wife and first born.” Ranma stopped talking to wipe his eyes and take a sip from the cup of tea.

 

“After burying my family, I swore vengeance. I didn't have to hunt them down, they came to me, proudly claiming the slaying of my family as necessary for `our' happiness. All those women that claimed to love me destroyed anything in my that could ever love again. After all the fiancés involved were dead, I sought out my rival and killed him.

 

So you can see why I do not suffer threats lightly. I've had my patience burned out of me and any love gouged out. I am on a training trip across china in an attempt to forget, or at least get away from the memories.” Ranma finished by swallowing the rest of his tea.

 

“I see. Now that you are done with your story, I expect that you will be expecting the cure.” Kun Lon made no move to go and get anything.

 

“You're damn right I am.” Ranma couldn't suppress the sudden yawn that over took him.

 

“I have to tell you, there is a cure to the curse of Jusenkyo, but it is a bit worse than the curse itself. The spell is only broken when the one afflicted dies. But don't worry. We are women of our word. We promised that we would cure you if you told us your story. You are being cured as we speak.” Kun Lon fingered her untouched tea.

 

“ya…phooocking btichse.” Ranma's mouth refused to work for him. Judging by the way things were spinning, he wasn't sitting up anymore. Kun Lon's voice could be heard through the pounding of his heart in his ears.

 

“Rejoin your family, seek them out in the next life and leave this one.”

 

With those words, Ranma knew no more.