Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ So Cold ❯ On Ice ( Prologue )
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By: xzero 
Anime/Manga: Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Drama / Martial Arts | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.23.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 697 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Drama / Martial Arts | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.23.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 697 | Status: Work In Progress
Time stood still as he gripped the staff. I won't lose. I NEVER LOSE. He thought as the fireball bore down on him. The staff pierced his flesh and he could feel the pain of his flesh being frozen. He winced as the icy numbness enveloped him before the oncoming heat. It was now or never. A few seconds more and he would be frozen forever within this icy tomb. The warmth never came. He'd expected the blast to strike him. He turned with the last of his power to see the scorched earth where the others once stood. A tear fell from the now lifeless blue orbs as he felt the freezing finish. "I'm sorry." The words hung in the air, booming in a deafening whisper, louder even than the gloating voice of his foe. The Gekkaja, it was still plunged into him, merged with his flesh and locked by the magical power that drove it.
Saffron was furious; he had wanted to defeat the landling with his own power, not by letting the boy freezing himself. With a roar he loosed a massive fireball, intent on melting the mortal free, only to have another blast of imperial fire scour the filthy commoner from his sacred domain. He heaved, breathing hard after using so much power in a single blast. He returned his gaze on the frozen form of the landling, and could do nothing but gape at the solid ice statue. He'd given that burst everything. He would have to land and inspect the mortal.
The phoenix king's eyes widened as he saw it. No, how, how could he have been foolish enough to allow the landling to completely freeze himself with the artifact? Damn it, he would never be able to muster the strength to thaw the mortal. The power of the staff would keep him locked in that state forever. With a sigh the king of the mountain turned away, coming to face his seneschal. "Kiima, this landling has frozen himself with the Gekkaja; there is no power to thaw him. He will be moved to the treasury, amidst magical artifacts, and there he will remain. I fear that in our battle, I allowed things to go too far." Remorse? Why? Why did he feel these things? Say these things? It must simply be his regret for not defeating his foe with his own hands.
It would be a long time coming before Ranma Saotome again saw the light of day.
So Cold
By: XZero
Disclaimer: Ranma 1/2 belongs to Rumiko Takahashi.
Prologue - On Ice
Cold
Everything, nothing, cold.
Where am I?
Everything was hazy, as if the world had been encompassed by a thick mist. Where was he? Why couldn't he move? Sleep, yes, sleep would be nice.
No!
He refused to succumb to the cold, refused to allow himself to fall victim to the seductive embrace of the ice. His view of the world was brightening, though it was still fuzzy, as if looking through a pane of ice.
Ice, why is my entire world coated in ice?
Why can't I move?
Memories flooded through his mind. A wound, fire, loss, then the world went black, and there was nothing but cold. Nothing but ice.
Ice
A shockwave rang throughout the hallowed mountain of the phoenix people. The soldiers, the priests, and the king all felt rather than heard the earth shattering roar of power. Veterans of the king's royal guard stopped their doings in shock, surprising their young students, and startling others as a look of pure horror crossed the weathered faces of their mentors.
The seneschal to the lord Saffron, God King of the Phoenix, lifted her head wide-eyed as she felt a power she'd thought long since extinguished.
"Lord Saffron, he's awoken." She whispered to the small egg clutched in her arms as she stood to meet the warrior as he arose from his slumber. She stood near the center of the almost overwhelming tide of spiritual power.
"His power is greater than I remembered. Are you sure this is wise?" The egg seemed to pulse in response, soliciting a sigh from the silver haired avian woman.
"I understand Lord Saffron, I merely meant to express my concern his disposition toward our people. You and he did not part on the best of terms." Again a pulse from the core of the egg seemed to answer. She bowed her head, this time taking a couple of breaths before pushing the ornate gilded doors open with a grunted thrust. The storage of artifacts, both magical and mundane took a large section of the royal treasury, and it was celebrated universally by the people. Younglings came to view the treasures and relics and always left in awe. The children of late were even more so in awe than those in the past. The latest addition to the collection within these hallowed halls was the raven haired landling whom had impaled himself with the icy staff that was tied to the dragon tap.
Power, anger, sadness.
Life, despair, light.
Kiima could only stare on as the emotions hung heavy in the air, washing over her in a deluge of raw feeling. She watched stupefied by his display as the statue in which he was frozen shook violently as light swirled within. At first, cracks spread over the surface in a myriad of spider web shapes, until she was sure that the crystalline form should have shattered. Fissures opened in the surface and steam erupted from within. She looked in horror as the light stopped twirling, and seemed to intensify suddenly, before exploding outward, shards of crystal ice peppering the room. Kiima's instincts had saved her, but even as she peeked out from behind her cover she saw him. A luminous man shaped being of power. Every inch of his naked flesh was nearly too painful for her to look upon. Her attention was taken to the suit of armor that had spared her the deadly shower of ice, and the javelin shaped spines that protruded from its polished surface. Hailstones littered the floor, but swiftly melted under the intense heat of the warrior’s fury. What undertaking had she agreed to?
Atop Phoenix Mountain
All involved in the battle stared dumbly out at the frozen form of their friend. Ryouga though, knowing that Ranma's sacrifice could not be made in vain hurried to gather the Akane doll and ran toward the tap. Blades met his approach of the tap and he halted short. He looked up to see the grim expression on the avian girl Kiima.
"Kiima, let them pass, there has been enough loss today, help them save that girls life." Something had changed in Lord Saffron; he was no longer the child who'd been spoiled by decadence and power. This was the man she remembered from her childhood, the one who'd chosen her to be the guardian of his infant incarnation.
"Yes Lord Saffron." She sheathed her sword in a single swift motion, and helped the boy open the tap that would restore to the girl her original form. "Hurry, her time is short." And so he dunked the doll, watching amazed as her form expanded, returning to the short haired girl that he'd loved for so long.
"Akane." He whispered as she stirred.
"Ranma" Her voice was soft, barely a whisper of the normally volcanic tone. Ryouga was not discouraged, he'd known her feelings for the pigtailed teen, and knew now that she would need a friend, not a lovestruck idiot. It would be a long time coming before she could come to terms with the loss of her fiancée. It would be along time until any of them would be able to live free of the memory of Ranma.
To Be Continued?
A/N: This was actually written on a limb, if you all like it enough, I guess I'll continue. I have a rough idea of where this is going.
Saffron was furious; he had wanted to defeat the landling with his own power, not by letting the boy freezing himself. With a roar he loosed a massive fireball, intent on melting the mortal free, only to have another blast of imperial fire scour the filthy commoner from his sacred domain. He heaved, breathing hard after using so much power in a single blast. He returned his gaze on the frozen form of the landling, and could do nothing but gape at the solid ice statue. He'd given that burst everything. He would have to land and inspect the mortal.
The phoenix king's eyes widened as he saw it. No, how, how could he have been foolish enough to allow the landling to completely freeze himself with the artifact? Damn it, he would never be able to muster the strength to thaw the mortal. The power of the staff would keep him locked in that state forever. With a sigh the king of the mountain turned away, coming to face his seneschal. "Kiima, this landling has frozen himself with the Gekkaja; there is no power to thaw him. He will be moved to the treasury, amidst magical artifacts, and there he will remain. I fear that in our battle, I allowed things to go too far." Remorse? Why? Why did he feel these things? Say these things? It must simply be his regret for not defeating his foe with his own hands.
It would be a long time coming before Ranma Saotome again saw the light of day.
So Cold
By: XZero
Disclaimer: Ranma 1/2 belongs to Rumiko Takahashi.
Prologue - On Ice
Cold
Everything, nothing, cold.
Where am I?
Everything was hazy, as if the world had been encompassed by a thick mist. Where was he? Why couldn't he move? Sleep, yes, sleep would be nice.
No!
He refused to succumb to the cold, refused to allow himself to fall victim to the seductive embrace of the ice. His view of the world was brightening, though it was still fuzzy, as if looking through a pane of ice.
Ice, why is my entire world coated in ice?
Why can't I move?
Memories flooded through his mind. A wound, fire, loss, then the world went black, and there was nothing but cold. Nothing but ice.
Ice
A shockwave rang throughout the hallowed mountain of the phoenix people. The soldiers, the priests, and the king all felt rather than heard the earth shattering roar of power. Veterans of the king's royal guard stopped their doings in shock, surprising their young students, and startling others as a look of pure horror crossed the weathered faces of their mentors.
The seneschal to the lord Saffron, God King of the Phoenix, lifted her head wide-eyed as she felt a power she'd thought long since extinguished.
"Lord Saffron, he's awoken." She whispered to the small egg clutched in her arms as she stood to meet the warrior as he arose from his slumber. She stood near the center of the almost overwhelming tide of spiritual power.
"His power is greater than I remembered. Are you sure this is wise?" The egg seemed to pulse in response, soliciting a sigh from the silver haired avian woman.
"I understand Lord Saffron, I merely meant to express my concern his disposition toward our people. You and he did not part on the best of terms." Again a pulse from the core of the egg seemed to answer. She bowed her head, this time taking a couple of breaths before pushing the ornate gilded doors open with a grunted thrust. The storage of artifacts, both magical and mundane took a large section of the royal treasury, and it was celebrated universally by the people. Younglings came to view the treasures and relics and always left in awe. The children of late were even more so in awe than those in the past. The latest addition to the collection within these hallowed halls was the raven haired landling whom had impaled himself with the icy staff that was tied to the dragon tap.
Power, anger, sadness.
Life, despair, light.
Kiima could only stare on as the emotions hung heavy in the air, washing over her in a deluge of raw feeling. She watched stupefied by his display as the statue in which he was frozen shook violently as light swirled within. At first, cracks spread over the surface in a myriad of spider web shapes, until she was sure that the crystalline form should have shattered. Fissures opened in the surface and steam erupted from within. She looked in horror as the light stopped twirling, and seemed to intensify suddenly, before exploding outward, shards of crystal ice peppering the room. Kiima's instincts had saved her, but even as she peeked out from behind her cover she saw him. A luminous man shaped being of power. Every inch of his naked flesh was nearly too painful for her to look upon. Her attention was taken to the suit of armor that had spared her the deadly shower of ice, and the javelin shaped spines that protruded from its polished surface. Hailstones littered the floor, but swiftly melted under the intense heat of the warrior’s fury. What undertaking had she agreed to?
Atop Phoenix Mountain
All involved in the battle stared dumbly out at the frozen form of their friend. Ryouga though, knowing that Ranma's sacrifice could not be made in vain hurried to gather the Akane doll and ran toward the tap. Blades met his approach of the tap and he halted short. He looked up to see the grim expression on the avian girl Kiima.
"Kiima, let them pass, there has been enough loss today, help them save that girls life." Something had changed in Lord Saffron; he was no longer the child who'd been spoiled by decadence and power. This was the man she remembered from her childhood, the one who'd chosen her to be the guardian of his infant incarnation.
"Yes Lord Saffron." She sheathed her sword in a single swift motion, and helped the boy open the tap that would restore to the girl her original form. "Hurry, her time is short." And so he dunked the doll, watching amazed as her form expanded, returning to the short haired girl that he'd loved for so long.
"Akane." He whispered as she stirred.
"Ranma" Her voice was soft, barely a whisper of the normally volcanic tone. Ryouga was not discouraged, he'd known her feelings for the pigtailed teen, and knew now that she would need a friend, not a lovestruck idiot. It would be a long time coming before she could come to terms with the loss of her fiancée. It would be along time until any of them would be able to live free of the memory of Ranma.
To Be Continued?
A/N: This was actually written on a limb, if you all like it enough, I guess I'll continue. I have a rough idea of where this is going.