Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Drowning ❯ No Need for Jusenkyo ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Matdeception 
Ranma and Genma fall into certain springs that spell trouble. With a Capital T.
Anime/Manga: Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 01.18.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 4.2K | Status: Completed
Ranma and Genma fall into certain springs that spell trouble. With a Capital T.
Anime/Manga: Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 01.18.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 4.2K | Status: Completed
The spot light flashed on, revealing a portly fellow in a green Maoist jacket and pants sitting on a simply wooden chair, smiling kindly out to the crowd. "Greetings!" his accent was thick, "Welcome to Jusenkyo! I here at request of too too mean Amazon warrior to explain big bad curse of Jusenkyo!" he blanched, ducking as a multi-colored bombori flew threw the air, barely ducking as it pass over head. Sweating profusely, the man hesitantly continued. "Ah, yes. Curse to Jusenkyo too too sad. Once mighty training ground, many warrior come and prove self! That is..." he leaned forward, the sound of beating drums in the back ground providing an entirely foreboding atmosphere.
...
"I forget." he hmmed then, leaning back just in time to dodge another bombori as it was thrown at him. "It no matter, I am Jusenkyo guide. What no one know about Jusenkyo guide is we cursed. Every fifty year old guide die, new guide fall in pool, Spring of Drowned Jusenkyo Guide, we call it Pool of Sucker." he shrugged, not really understanding his own reference, "For too too long we have guarded Jusenkyo, try to warn people away!" he got an angry look in his eyes, "BUT YOU IDIOTS NO LISTEN!"
"Too too stupid Guide, shut up, tell story!" a cherry, if deadly serious voice spoke from off camera, the sound of numerous weapons being sharpened causing the portly Jusenkyo Guide to pale.
"Ah.." he coughed, trying to cover the sense of doom crawling up his spine. "Is story of idiot boy and greater idiot father who find Jusenkyo. Too too tragic story that don't begin with them, but begin seven hundred year ago!" he nodded enthusiastically, "Is true! Seven hundred year ago Big battle go over Jusenkyo. Demon-Girl come to drain magic of pool, almost succeed too, but me ancestor bravery stop her!" he looked a little full of himself, until an arrow from off screen shot by and grazed his cheek.
"No more! No more honored Customer!" he suddenly pleaded, quickly turning back to the Camera. "Me kid. Not me ancestor who save Jusenkyo, was man with glowing sword. He battle the demon in air, big fight, lots of bang bang bow bow. During fight, old Guide hide behind rock, watch fight." he nodded again, as if trying to prove it was the truth by that simply little action. "But he scared when Demon cry for help. Big rock in sky come to help, we think." he frowned a bit in thought, "It no matter. Just as rock get over Jusenkyo, Man with Star wars Fetish knock Demon-Girl in pool." he leaned in close to the camera, a glint in his eye, "She fall in pool no cursed, become cursed! Yes! You see?"
...
"Well. Once she fall in pool big rock vanish! Like puppet who string cut, big rock fall to ground near Demon-Girl pool! Become pool of Drowned Rock!" he nodded enthusiastically, "Is true! Gourry wannabe come down from sky and pull Demon-Girl and Rock out of pools." he frowned a bit, scratching his chin thoughtfully, "Only it no rock when come out, it ugly animal." he shrugged, "But strange thing no? They still alive! We Guide's know what pools are! We feel when new pool made, or pool used! We knew pools made, but Rock-who-is-not-rock and Demon-Girl live! Is weird no?"
"You is too too weird, get to point!" that same voice scathingly shot back.
"..." he sighed, "Idiot boy and greater idiot father come by Jusenkyo ten year ago..."
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Drowning
Written by: Matdeception
First Draft Jan - 17 - 2005
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"You sure this is tha place, pop?" the boy eyed the valley of springs in acute disappointment. The old man had been harping about how legendary this place was, he was expecting something like the Cave of Never Ending Woe they got stuck in a few months back, not some harmless puddles of water with poles sticking out of them. Though, now that he thought about, he guessed it would be 'okay' balance practice. Not real great, but better then nothing.
Genma sighed, shaking his head. He had been expecting something more, that was for sure. Water with poles sticking out of them? Pfft. This was child's play. "Yeah, well, the Brochure said it was.. Legendary?"
"Yeah, a legendary disappointment." his son snorted. "We gonna head home now?"
"Boy." the portly martial artist snapped, shrugging off his pack. "We came all this way, we aren't leaving until we train!" he jumped upwards, defying gravity as he cleared the twenty feet between them and the first pole. Steadying himself, he hopped around some of the other pools, making a show of doing one handed flips before coming to a stop, nodding. "Ready for a lesson in humility, boy?"
Ranma smirked, shrugging out of his own pack before leaping the distance with the same apparent ease as his father had. "Any time, pop." he steadied himself, getting a feel for the poles as he hopped from one to the next. They happened to bend a little, just a little mind you, whenever he landed, he'd need to compensate for that. "Ready ta get wet, old man?"
"Oh sirs!" they heard a tired, if prissy little voice call out. "Too too dangerous! Is cursed! Come down now, please?" and thusly ignored him.
The Father eyed his son warily, neither moving an inch as brown eyes met blue in a face off. A dead serious calm overcame his senses as he focused on the fight and evaluated his son. There was no doubt who had the better balance between the two of them, his son had taken great pains to assure that face through the long years of his training. He wasn't much of a slouch in that department, either, but he was heavier then his son which would cause the poles to bend just a little more, increasing the amount of time he'd need between jumps. A disadvantage to be sure.
"LOOK OUT!" he screamed suddenly, launching forward during the split second his son flinched in a jump kick.
The boy scowled immediately as he realized his mistake, quickly leaping to the side in order to avoid the attack. He still got tagged on the shoulder, but only barely. The force of the strike through his balance off, almost sending him into the murky depths of a pool below. Acting on instinct, he reached out and grabbed a pole, employing the Saotome Light Feather technique, he defied the laws of gravity by swinging upwards on the pole, flipping through the air to land on another pole.
Genma pressed the attack, continuing to hop poles as he chased his son down. The boy was all business, flipping back and using the poles as hand springs as he went.
The Guide's cry of "YOU IS GET CURSED! STOP BEFORE TO LATE!" was ignored.
Ranma knew he couldn't keep dodging if he wanted to win this fight. Landing, he vaulted upwards just as his Pop leapt forward in a punch. Smirking beside himself, he employed the Saotome Brunt Shot technique, once again defying the laws of physics as his upward climb stopped as he brought his legs up into a ball, arms extended outward. Once he straightened out he suddenly zoomed towards the ground at speeds nearly invisible to the naked eye. Genma gawked struggling to leap away as his son came rushing downward. While managing to avoid most of the attack, he got clipped just as his son had earlier. And just as his son had done earlier, he reached out and grabbed a nearby pole, only unlike his son the pole he had grabbed was rotted and crumbled under his grasp.
Cursing his luck, the portly martial artist came crashing down in a pool.
Panting, the boy fought to retain his balance on top of his bamboo pole. The Light Feather Technique wasn't hard to pull off, but the Brunt Shot tired him out like no bodies business. Even pops had said the technique wasn't really worth the drain in strength, but he just showed him it was useful! "Yo pop, water cold?" he smirked beside himself, breaking off into a little chuckle.
"Oh no! Sir fall in spring! He cursed! Fall in spring of Drowned Rock-that-is-not-rock!" the Guide's shrilly voice was once again ignored.
'Man, what a weirdo.' The boy just shook his head. Honestly, these back water types always prattled on and on about magic and curses. Pfft, he'd believe it when he saw it, not a second before. How the hell did a rock drown anyway? "Come on pop, you done already?"
The Guide stopped then. "What.. feel spring die.."
Suddenly the spring Genma had fallen in erupted upwards, a small figure twirling amidst the falling water. The boy couldn't really make out whatever it was. It was too small to be his pop, he knew that for sure, but he couldn't be sure of much else.
Genma slammed on pool, a little dizzy, but his pride wouldn't let him give up! No way was he going to lose to that boy again! "YOU'RE GOING DOWN BOY!"
...
At least that's what he wanted to say, but it came out as "MIYAH! MIMI!"
"C..c...cc...CAT!" his son screamed, freezing up as he did so.
'Good.' Genma thought, rushing forward as his son just stood there like an idiot. As he flew threw the air, he began to notice something was.. different about himself. He felt.. smaller, not as wide.. and kind of furry..
The Guide watched in a sense of morbid fascination as the little thing nailed his son, sending him into a corresponding pool. He knew very well what that particular pool was, though this was the first time anyone had fallen into it as he remembered. The curious sensation that only one cursed to be Jusenkyo's guide knew swept over him as the magic in the pool stopped, shrinking in on itself until it was gone as if it never was. What the HELL was going on? Carefully easing up to the pool, he peered in.
Genma had quickly come to the realization something was really, really wrong. Everything seemed bigger then is should, and his hands.. he stared stupidly at the paw's he now had. What the hell was this?! Looking down, he winced at the sight of hairy little rabbits feet. Dear god, what the hell was he? What the heck had happened?! He remembered falling into the pool, the strangest sensation coming over his body, and then...
If he was capable of blanching in his current form, he would have, especially as he replayed the memories of his son taking his own dive into the pool. Oh dear god, what if he changed into something worse then what he had changed into? He choked, what if he changed into a girl!? Nodoka would kill them both! Hopping off the poles, he tentatively eased to the side of the pool his son had fallen into, but yet to emerge from. Seeing his face reflected in the waters, he wanted to faint. Gone was the wrinkles of wisdom, replaced by fur. His angular nose replaced by a itty bitty pink thing, his manly brown eyes replaced by golden ones... he leaned closed, taking noticing of the peculiar slants evident in those golden orbs. "MIYAH!"
The waters started to toil and bubble as something beneath it's surface began struggling to the surface. Wary of the waves crashing against the sides, the former portly martial artist backed away fearfully, hiding behind the Guide's legs. A hand reached out of the waters, digging deep into the ground before dragging the rest of itself out of the water. It only took the Artist formally known as Genma a moment to realize something was different about his son.
Ranma grimaced, taking deep panting breaths as he pulled himself out of the water. It took everything he could not to pass out on the spot from the sudden migraine that slammed down on him. "What.. what the heck happened?!?" he breathed out.
"Sir and Sir cursed! Old Sir fall in Spring of Drowned Rock-that-is-not-rock, young sir fall in Spring of Drowned Demon! First ever!" the up until then ignored Guide explained hurriedly.
"Demon?" the boy blinked.
"MIYAH!??!" the former man pulled out a sign from seemingly no where, "Drowned Rock? How the heck does a rock drown!"
Ranma didn't even look up at the sound, merely snarling, "Pops! It wasn't a rock! Whateva it was, it wasn't a rock!" he quickly crawled back to the pool of water, tentatively leaning over to get a better look at himself. For a second he didn't really see anything wrong, until he noticed the elongated ears. "What the.." reaching up, he tugged on those fleshy lobes, proving for a fact they were real. From his ears he noticed his hair, which had suddenly become way to spiky, and then his eyes. Still blue, but slanted like a feline demon! He checked over the rest of his body. Nothing seemed out of place. He was still a guy, and that was a good thing. Aside from the ears, eyes, hair, and what looked like a leathery black tail, though rather short, nothing else seemed different. "Is.. is their a cure?" he cursed a little as his voice cracked. He didn't want to be a demon.
"Is so." he heard the guide so, before scalding hot water was poured on his back.
Ranma and Genma stiffened for a moment, the bodies igniting in blue lightning before both collapsed, unconscious.
The Guide sweated, toeing the rock-that-is-not-rock. "Oh George, you in trouble now."
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To Be Continued (Yeah)
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"I forget." he hmmed then, leaning back just in time to dodge another bombori as it was thrown at him. "It no matter, I am Jusenkyo guide. What no one know about Jusenkyo guide is we cursed. Every fifty year old guide die, new guide fall in pool, Spring of Drowned Jusenkyo Guide, we call it Pool of Sucker." he shrugged, not really understanding his own reference, "For too too long we have guarded Jusenkyo, try to warn people away!" he got an angry look in his eyes, "BUT YOU IDIOTS NO LISTEN!"
"Too too stupid Guide, shut up, tell story!" a cherry, if deadly serious voice spoke from off camera, the sound of numerous weapons being sharpened causing the portly Jusenkyo Guide to pale.
"Ah.." he coughed, trying to cover the sense of doom crawling up his spine. "Is story of idiot boy and greater idiot father who find Jusenkyo. Too too tragic story that don't begin with them, but begin seven hundred year ago!" he nodded enthusiastically, "Is true! Seven hundred year ago Big battle go over Jusenkyo. Demon-Girl come to drain magic of pool, almost succeed too, but me ancestor bravery stop her!" he looked a little full of himself, until an arrow from off screen shot by and grazed his cheek.
"No more! No more honored Customer!" he suddenly pleaded, quickly turning back to the Camera. "Me kid. Not me ancestor who save Jusenkyo, was man with glowing sword. He battle the demon in air, big fight, lots of bang bang bow bow. During fight, old Guide hide behind rock, watch fight." he nodded again, as if trying to prove it was the truth by that simply little action. "But he scared when Demon cry for help. Big rock in sky come to help, we think." he frowned a bit in thought, "It no matter. Just as rock get over Jusenkyo, Man with Star wars Fetish knock Demon-Girl in pool." he leaned in close to the camera, a glint in his eye, "She fall in pool no cursed, become cursed! Yes! You see?"
...
"Well. Once she fall in pool big rock vanish! Like puppet who string cut, big rock fall to ground near Demon-Girl pool! Become pool of Drowned Rock!" he nodded enthusiastically, "Is true! Gourry wannabe come down from sky and pull Demon-Girl and Rock out of pools." he frowned a bit, scratching his chin thoughtfully, "Only it no rock when come out, it ugly animal." he shrugged, "But strange thing no? They still alive! We Guide's know what pools are! We feel when new pool made, or pool used! We knew pools made, but Rock-who-is-not-rock and Demon-Girl live! Is weird no?"
"You is too too weird, get to point!" that same voice scathingly shot back.
"..." he sighed, "Idiot boy and greater idiot father come by Jusenkyo ten year ago..."
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Drowning
Written by: Matdeception
First Draft Jan - 17 - 2005
---
"You sure this is tha place, pop?" the boy eyed the valley of springs in acute disappointment. The old man had been harping about how legendary this place was, he was expecting something like the Cave of Never Ending Woe they got stuck in a few months back, not some harmless puddles of water with poles sticking out of them. Though, now that he thought about, he guessed it would be 'okay' balance practice. Not real great, but better then nothing.
Genma sighed, shaking his head. He had been expecting something more, that was for sure. Water with poles sticking out of them? Pfft. This was child's play. "Yeah, well, the Brochure said it was.. Legendary?"
"Yeah, a legendary disappointment." his son snorted. "We gonna head home now?"
"Boy." the portly martial artist snapped, shrugging off his pack. "We came all this way, we aren't leaving until we train!" he jumped upwards, defying gravity as he cleared the twenty feet between them and the first pole. Steadying himself, he hopped around some of the other pools, making a show of doing one handed flips before coming to a stop, nodding. "Ready for a lesson in humility, boy?"
Ranma smirked, shrugging out of his own pack before leaping the distance with the same apparent ease as his father had. "Any time, pop." he steadied himself, getting a feel for the poles as he hopped from one to the next. They happened to bend a little, just a little mind you, whenever he landed, he'd need to compensate for that. "Ready ta get wet, old man?"
"Oh sirs!" they heard a tired, if prissy little voice call out. "Too too dangerous! Is cursed! Come down now, please?" and thusly ignored him.
The Father eyed his son warily, neither moving an inch as brown eyes met blue in a face off. A dead serious calm overcame his senses as he focused on the fight and evaluated his son. There was no doubt who had the better balance between the two of them, his son had taken great pains to assure that face through the long years of his training. He wasn't much of a slouch in that department, either, but he was heavier then his son which would cause the poles to bend just a little more, increasing the amount of time he'd need between jumps. A disadvantage to be sure.
"LOOK OUT!" he screamed suddenly, launching forward during the split second his son flinched in a jump kick.
The boy scowled immediately as he realized his mistake, quickly leaping to the side in order to avoid the attack. He still got tagged on the shoulder, but only barely. The force of the strike through his balance off, almost sending him into the murky depths of a pool below. Acting on instinct, he reached out and grabbed a pole, employing the Saotome Light Feather technique, he defied the laws of gravity by swinging upwards on the pole, flipping through the air to land on another pole.
Genma pressed the attack, continuing to hop poles as he chased his son down. The boy was all business, flipping back and using the poles as hand springs as he went.
The Guide's cry of "YOU IS GET CURSED! STOP BEFORE TO LATE!" was ignored.
Ranma knew he couldn't keep dodging if he wanted to win this fight. Landing, he vaulted upwards just as his Pop leapt forward in a punch. Smirking beside himself, he employed the Saotome Brunt Shot technique, once again defying the laws of physics as his upward climb stopped as he brought his legs up into a ball, arms extended outward. Once he straightened out he suddenly zoomed towards the ground at speeds nearly invisible to the naked eye. Genma gawked struggling to leap away as his son came rushing downward. While managing to avoid most of the attack, he got clipped just as his son had earlier. And just as his son had done earlier, he reached out and grabbed a nearby pole, only unlike his son the pole he had grabbed was rotted and crumbled under his grasp.
Cursing his luck, the portly martial artist came crashing down in a pool.
Panting, the boy fought to retain his balance on top of his bamboo pole. The Light Feather Technique wasn't hard to pull off, but the Brunt Shot tired him out like no bodies business. Even pops had said the technique wasn't really worth the drain in strength, but he just showed him it was useful! "Yo pop, water cold?" he smirked beside himself, breaking off into a little chuckle.
"Oh no! Sir fall in spring! He cursed! Fall in spring of Drowned Rock-that-is-not-rock!" the Guide's shrilly voice was once again ignored.
'Man, what a weirdo.' The boy just shook his head. Honestly, these back water types always prattled on and on about magic and curses. Pfft, he'd believe it when he saw it, not a second before. How the hell did a rock drown anyway? "Come on pop, you done already?"
The Guide stopped then. "What.. feel spring die.."
Suddenly the spring Genma had fallen in erupted upwards, a small figure twirling amidst the falling water. The boy couldn't really make out whatever it was. It was too small to be his pop, he knew that for sure, but he couldn't be sure of much else.
Genma slammed on pool, a little dizzy, but his pride wouldn't let him give up! No way was he going to lose to that boy again! "YOU'RE GOING DOWN BOY!"
...
At least that's what he wanted to say, but it came out as "MIYAH! MIMI!"
"C..c...cc...CAT!" his son screamed, freezing up as he did so.
'Good.' Genma thought, rushing forward as his son just stood there like an idiot. As he flew threw the air, he began to notice something was.. different about himself. He felt.. smaller, not as wide.. and kind of furry..
The Guide watched in a sense of morbid fascination as the little thing nailed his son, sending him into a corresponding pool. He knew very well what that particular pool was, though this was the first time anyone had fallen into it as he remembered. The curious sensation that only one cursed to be Jusenkyo's guide knew swept over him as the magic in the pool stopped, shrinking in on itself until it was gone as if it never was. What the HELL was going on? Carefully easing up to the pool, he peered in.
Genma had quickly come to the realization something was really, really wrong. Everything seemed bigger then is should, and his hands.. he stared stupidly at the paw's he now had. What the hell was this?! Looking down, he winced at the sight of hairy little rabbits feet. Dear god, what the hell was he? What the heck had happened?! He remembered falling into the pool, the strangest sensation coming over his body, and then...
If he was capable of blanching in his current form, he would have, especially as he replayed the memories of his son taking his own dive into the pool. Oh dear god, what if he changed into something worse then what he had changed into? He choked, what if he changed into a girl!? Nodoka would kill them both! Hopping off the poles, he tentatively eased to the side of the pool his son had fallen into, but yet to emerge from. Seeing his face reflected in the waters, he wanted to faint. Gone was the wrinkles of wisdom, replaced by fur. His angular nose replaced by a itty bitty pink thing, his manly brown eyes replaced by golden ones... he leaned closed, taking noticing of the peculiar slants evident in those golden orbs. "MIYAH!"
The waters started to toil and bubble as something beneath it's surface began struggling to the surface. Wary of the waves crashing against the sides, the former portly martial artist backed away fearfully, hiding behind the Guide's legs. A hand reached out of the waters, digging deep into the ground before dragging the rest of itself out of the water. It only took the Artist formally known as Genma a moment to realize something was different about his son.
Ranma grimaced, taking deep panting breaths as he pulled himself out of the water. It took everything he could not to pass out on the spot from the sudden migraine that slammed down on him. "What.. what the heck happened?!?" he breathed out.
"Sir and Sir cursed! Old Sir fall in Spring of Drowned Rock-that-is-not-rock, young sir fall in Spring of Drowned Demon! First ever!" the up until then ignored Guide explained hurriedly.
"Demon?" the boy blinked.
"MIYAH!??!" the former man pulled out a sign from seemingly no where, "Drowned Rock? How the heck does a rock drown!"
Ranma didn't even look up at the sound, merely snarling, "Pops! It wasn't a rock! Whateva it was, it wasn't a rock!" he quickly crawled back to the pool of water, tentatively leaning over to get a better look at himself. For a second he didn't really see anything wrong, until he noticed the elongated ears. "What the.." reaching up, he tugged on those fleshy lobes, proving for a fact they were real. From his ears he noticed his hair, which had suddenly become way to spiky, and then his eyes. Still blue, but slanted like a feline demon! He checked over the rest of his body. Nothing seemed out of place. He was still a guy, and that was a good thing. Aside from the ears, eyes, hair, and what looked like a leathery black tail, though rather short, nothing else seemed different. "Is.. is their a cure?" he cursed a little as his voice cracked. He didn't want to be a demon.
"Is so." he heard the guide so, before scalding hot water was poured on his back.
Ranma and Genma stiffened for a moment, the bodies igniting in blue lightning before both collapsed, unconscious.
The Guide sweated, toeing the rock-that-is-not-rock. "Oh George, you in trouble now."
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To Be Continued (Yeah)