Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Chaos Will Be Sown In Their Passing ❯ Chapter 1

Chaos Will Be Sown In Their Passing

Disclaimer: I do not own Ranma ½. Since I plan to have Inuyasha show up, I will say in advance that I do not own that series either. Certain concepts/ideas/etc. were borrowed from other sources-I can't say more without ruining the fic-and I do not own those. Basically, if you recognize it, assume it belongs to someone else. Oh, and I should warn you, this is no Disney movie. It's not warm and fuzzy. Quite the contrary, it's dark and gory. If that ain't your cup of sake, I suggest you leave. Like, right now.

Chapter One:

Normally, a seven foot, muscle-bound stranger covered completely in a hooded black cloak, with a claymore strapped across his back would draw stares anywhere he went. Normally.

This was Nerima-the farthest from normal it was physically possible to get.

No one spared him a second glance. A substantial minority never even looked at all.

"Come here!" he thundered at a random passerby. Apparently, he was a longtime resident of this particular ward of Tokyo, as he walked over to the stranger without a second thought.

"What do you need?" he asked cheerfully.

"Directions," the stranger replied. "To the Tendo residence."

"Oh, that's easy!" the bystander replied.

No one could see it, but the stranger was smiling.

The giant paused at the door of the house he sought. Slowly, deliberately, he drew the bloodstained claymore from his back. His other hand undid the clasp of his cloak. It slid to the ground, revealing the demon-styled armor beneath. His face was concealed behind a horned helm that resembled a large, toothy maw, and a pair of clawed gauntlets adorned his hands.

He flexed an arm, feeling his muscles testing the bonds of the well-worn full plate. Perfect.

He grabbed hold of the door handle, and with the slightest exertion of strength, ripped it clean off its hinges. He hurled it into the street behind him, where it shattered against the side of a passing car, and marched into the Tendo residence.

Kasumi, hearing the sound, looked up just in time to receive a fist between the eyes. The armored man threw the unconscious woman over his shoulder and marched into the dining room without missing a beat.

Seeing him, Soun leapt to his feet, even as Genma, Nabiki, and yes, even Akane lurched backwards.

"What is the meaning of this?" demanded the Tendo patriarch. In reply, the stranger grabbed him about the neck with one hand and lifted him into the air.

Soun's response was the measured retaliation of a master of Anything Goes Martial Arts: "Please don't hurt me! Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease…"

The armored fiend dug his claws into Soun's neck, eliciting instant silence.

"One question, old man," he snarled. "Where. Is. Ranma?"

All Soun could do was shrug. The stranger threw him against the wall with a snarl of rage. Ignoring the sickening crack of breaking bones, he turned on Akane.

"You know!" he barked. It wasn't a question.

Her throat was too dry to answer one way or another. The fact of the matter was that she had sent him on an Air Akaneâ"¢ flight not quite half an hour ago. Even if she had wanted to, she couldn't have directed the man to Ranma.

The armored stranger growled impatiently, but composed himself. He dumped Kasumi unceremoniously to the ground, and placed his sword against her neck. "I can wait," he informed Akane. "But I don't think she can."

Rage gave Akane her voice. "Leave her alone!" she yelled. Their unknown malefactor simply laughed.

"Or what? You'll hit me with your little mallet? I'm quaking in my boots, I assure you." He tightened his grip on the hilt of the claymore. "I'll only ask one more time: Where. Is. Ranma?"

"I don't know!" Akane snarled.

"Wrong answer." With one clean swipe, Kasumi's head was separated from her body.

Akane rushed forward, but the armored man held out one hand and pushed her onto her back.

"Care to revise your answer?" he asked.

"I don't know," she repeated. "I swear, I don't know."

"Then I have no use for you," he said. The claymore reared back…

"LEAVE HER ALONE!" Ranma stood in the doorway, an open wound on his left shoulder.

"I see you've already met one of my associates," the stranger chuckled. "Rest assured, I won't be so easily dispatched." Hefting his two-handed sword, he charged his pigtailed prey with a roar that would have caused any normal man to cower in fear.

Ranma Saotome was not a normal man in any sense of the word. (Heck, half the time, he couldn't technically be called a `man' at all.) And to make matters worse for the armored fiend, Ranma had seen him trying to kill Akane.

Harming Akane in Ranma's sight was roughly as intelligent as stripping naked and hurling yourself off the Eiffel Tower.

Ranma side-stepped the sword's deadly arc, and dislocated his enemy's shoulder with one punch. The claymore clattered to the ground.

But the barbarian did have one advantage: brute strength. Grabbing Ranma by his wounded shoulder, he hurled the boy into the wall..

"You should feel honored, boy," he said. "You'll be the first to go."

Before he could make good on that strange threat, Genma threw himself forward, tackling the man to the ground.

"Run, Ranma!" he commanded. "Get out of-" He was cut off as the armored fiend snapped his neck.

And then Ranma flew forward, fists flying like pistons. Logically, the man's full plate armor should have protected him from an unarmed strike.

Logic had never made a habit of applying to Ranma Saotome.

When the bloodlust cooled, Ranma found he had literally torn his foe apart. Very calmly, he walked up to his room and packed his belongings.

When he was finished, he leapt out his window, and ran.

A/N: Most anticipated reaction: Oh my god! You killed Kasumi! You bastard!

Least Anticipated Reaction: Oh my god! You killed Genma! You bastard!

As I warned you, it's gory, though it may get a bit less so. Don't worry, there will be Ranma/Akane and all that good stuff. Apologies for the death of Kasumi/Soun/Genma. So, uh, review. And stuff.

True_Love: (My beta reader) By the way, buddy?

Author: Yes?

True_Love: Get a bomb shelter. **evil grin**

Author: AHHHHHHH! **Runs like hell**