Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Pig-Cute ❯ Prologue: ( Prologue )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

The basement of the cat café is small, damp, and smells of mold, in the center of the room is a single vanity mirror. The room is of pitch black, yet the mirror unexplainably can be seen as
clear as day.
Kuhlon, one of the last living Chinese Amazon elders stared into the mirror.
This was the Destiny Mirror. The naban mirror had been modeled after it. She hadn't
wanted to look into the mirror and see Ranma's destiny before, she didn't want to spoil
the surprises the future held.
But now... now things were uncertain.
She began the incantation.

"Mirror, show the last years
show Ranma Saotome,
before and after Death
has come to taketh him
As we all know
the deadliest of the seventh
will indulge my vanity
and show the destiny
of Ranma Saotome"

The room is lit with light, and the mirror is no longer visible, nor is the
entire basement. Kuhlon even loses sense of self. In a tenth of a second it begins like
a dream, and ends like a nightmare.

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It's always quiet in the kitchen of the Tendou Dojo in the morning. The only
occupant a thirty four year old man. The counter was clean and polished, the cocain laid
out in a rail beside the razor. Ranma Saotome stood before the counter, savoring the
morning. The window from over the sink letting the dawn light in.
Ranma was wearing a red suit, with black dress shirt and red tie, his long black
hair down to his midand tied in a pony tail. His blue eyes half lidded and lined in
black. He bent down over the counter, inhaling the cocain through his nose and into his
blood with a single snuff.
"Hey babe" a girls voice came from behind him.
Ranma turned slowly, his eyes gazing over the girl with short black hair,
wrinkled lines decorating around her eyes.
"Morning Akane" Ranma said.
Akane stepped close to him, they were almost touching, and it became apparent
Ranma was a full head taller than her.
"You got something" she said wiping the powder from under his nose "right
there..." she giggled.
"Thanks honey" Ranma said mock sweetly with an amused smirk.
"What do you want for breakfast?" Akane asked, her expression sobering.
Ranma shrugged "I don't got time babe, Nabiki needs me to collect this morning.
Already late as it is..."
"Sure..sure I understand. But first"
Akane grabbed Ranma by the collar of his red tie and pulling him down towards
her, kissed him on the lips.

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"Give me the fucking money!" Ranma shouted, his fist smashing down on top of the
cash register. The cash register imploded.
Nabiki had made this job sound so glamorous. And maybe it had been for a while,
but that was when he and Akane were newly wed, unemployed and just trying to pay the
bills. They had come close to losing everything.
This was just a crummy bar, barely worth his time. Best to just go in, rough them up, take the protection money, and get out.
How long had he been working this racket? But the answer came quickly, ever since Nabiki finished highschool and joined the Yakuza... no that wasn't right. It was ever since pops and Mr. Tendou died. Stupid idiots and their Lion Fu training... what did they expect jumping into a pit of gigantic cats like that!?
Ranma truthfully though had been blackmailed into this job more than anything. He had secrets, Nabiki knew them, and this was the price he payed to keep her mouth shut.
The bartender, a ratty looking man with curly gray sideburns and wild white hair in disarray snarled at Ranma.
"What the fuck man!” he snapped. “I'll give ya your money... bitch..."
Ranma backhanded the man, watched the blood splatter from the mans mouth as his
head snapped to the right, as if in slow motion.
"Don't get mouthy with me, got it?" Ranma said calmly, though his wild eyes belied any such emotion.
If only Ranma knew that he was going to die today.

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"Oh yeah! Harder piggy... harder!" Akane squealed... Ryouga grunted. They were
in the master bedroom. Soun Tendou's old room. The king sized bed shook, the sheets
covering the two entangled bodies.
"Your so naughty Ryouga, your sooo dirty!"
Akane had learned Pchan's secret three years ago. Now Ryouga, with his P
curse, practically lived at the dojo. Sometimes Akane wondered if Ranma ever figured it
out, or if he ever would... but it seemed he had a bit of a blind spot when it came to
her and Pchan.
"Why do I do this?" Ryouga wondered. "It's nothing... meaningless. I could be
dead tomorrow and she wouldn't give a fuck..."
Yet still, he was inside her, about to cum inside her, and he could pretend. He

could pretend that he'd married Akane and they were husband and wife and living happily
ever after. Though sometimes he thought it'd be best if he pretended not to have ever
met Ranma, or Akane.
"Oh... ahhhhh I'm cuming Ryouga!!!"

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Ranma heard the 'chi chink!' of a shotgun being pumped. The hairs on his back
rose and he froze reaching for the door nob of the crummy bar. The door nob covered in
cheap gold coloured paint that had been cracked and worn in several places and was
covered with unidentifiable grime. Ranma suddenly felt like washing his hands.
"Fucking idiot" Ranma said, reaching into his suit, his back still facing the
shotgun barrel pointed at him.
"What'sa matter boy? You ain't gonna darken my door no more" the bar keep said.
Ranma pulled the .500 Smith & Wesson Magnum revolver, silver plated, from the holster, it was a big gun. He pulled the hammer back with his thumb and shot under his left armpit, right through the back of his red suit. He heard the sound of the bar keep falling over, but left without even turning back to see. If he did, he'd see a man with half his skull torn asunder.

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Ranma always regretted not having any children, as he returned home and walked
through the front door the house seemed so cold and alone. It wasn't from lack of trying. He'd blamed Akane, after all it must be her fault right? She was too much of a tomboy, unsexy, uncute, etc... whatever. She couldn't give him the children they'd wanted. Heirs to carry on the art.
But it wasn't Akane's fault. Ranma was impotent. And he'd never recovered from that blow to his manhood. Adoption was probably out of the question as well. Not only did he have a criminal record a mile long, he'd never pass the drug tests.
Ranma shrugged, since when did he stop caring? Since when did the numbness take over his heart?

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"Ohhh yeeesss! Harder Ryouga!" the sound ripped through the house.
Ranma's eyes widened. He walked towards the master bedroom and ripped the door open. Akane was straddling Ryouga, her back to her husband. She looked over her shoulder suddenly, her eyes cast in ecstasy. She was moaning like a whore, but her fearful eyes never left his.
Ranma pulled the magnum from his holster.Ryouga shoved Akane off of him and she fell of the side of the bed, landing hard on the floor with a ‘thump!’. The barrel of Ranma’s magnum was centered on Ryouga’s nose.
"Ranma, put down the fucking gun!"
Ryouga looked to Akane, she sat on the floor, her eyes were glazed over.
He looked back to Ranma, who was grinning that cocky grin of his. The one Ryouga hadn't seen in years. Ranma put the gun to his own temple and cocked back the hammer."Welcome to hell" Ranma said. *Blam!*
Blood, and grayish black matter decorated the bedroom wall. Bits of ivory white
bone fragments too.
"Ranma!" Akane screamed, "I'm sorry Ranma! Don't do it..." she pleaded
belatedly.

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Kuhlon backed away from the mirror in horror. Such a wasted life. How could she
have let such a thing happen? Surely she would have stopped Son in Law from marrying
Akane in the first place, right? The only logical explanation was that she'd been dead.
But this destiny did not bode well with her. She would have to create
undeniable, irrevocable changes. She must play with destiny, and hope not to pay a cost
greater than she could afford.

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It was that Kuhlon arrived at the Tendou home with Shan Pu and Mousse while the Tendou’s and Saotome’s were in the middle of dinner. She felt a pang of regret at
closing the cat café restaurant for the night. Friday nights always brought in the most cash. But she'd brought Shan Pu and Mousse with herm and this was by far more important. She knew her death was soon.
Kasumi, ever the faithful host stood from the table. "Please, won't you join
us?"
Kuhlon frowned "sorry, but I have come concerning a very important matter."
Ranma looked up, his nervous blue/grey eyes meeting hers "I swear I have no
idea what happened to those crates of ramen!"
"So that was you eh?" Kuhlon asked mischievously. "No matter" her voice had suddenly
grown grave.
"Sonisn't there something you should tell us..."
"Huh?"
"About your problem?"
"What the heck are you talking about?"
"Down south?"
Everyone suddenly turned to look at Ranma who was doing his best to hide behind
the table.
"Hey! Why's everybody looking at me like that?"
"Look sondon't make this any harder than it is..."
Ranma's face contorted in anger and he blushed in shame. "What am I supposed to
say huh?! I'm 180 degrees shy of heaven? Not rising to the level of impeachable
offense? A few parts shy of an erector set? shc~wing and a miss!?"
"Love the euphemisms" Nabiki cooed.
"Shut it!" he snapped at her.
"This is just too weird" Akane said, picking up her plate and leaving to eat in
her bedroom.
Everyone looked to Genma "Hey, the way I see it..." Genma said looking the
picture of wisdom "fate is just out to get me. But maybe if I can find a nice lad and
talk him into pretending to be Ranma so I can pass him off to Nodoka as her manly son...
and then the sepuka contract can be fulfilled..." Genma looked rather please with
himself. He started looking around the room "But who will I get to
Ranma threw his cup of tea across the table "shut it old man!" The cup shattered
across Genma's forehead, warm tea dripping down his face.
Suddenly Ryouga burst into the room looking quite surprised. "Ranma! I just
heard... is it TRUE!?"
"What can I say?" Ranma said motioning with his hands. "It's like I said, I'm
coming up short, just hanging around, down and out... I've fallen and I can't get up."
Nabiki broke out into guffaws of laughter.
"Excuse me" Soun said as he stood up, and left the room wailing "WAH! The
schools will never be joined!"
"Hey Ryouga?" Genma asked "how would you like to play a little game? It's called
'pretend to be Ranma so I don't have to die'..."
Kuhlon grinned to herself. "It seems my work here is done..."
Beside her Shan Pu fainted, and Mousse was grinning like the mad man he was.
Kuhlon paused on the way to the door "oh Genma... if you ever decide to learn Lion Fu... always jump into the pit second. That way the lions aren't as hungry..." she left the statement open and disappeared through the front door into the late summer's evening.
“Jump in second eh?” Genma made a mental note of it.