Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Spring Of Drowned... ❯ Voldemort? ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer:

I possess no ownerships, rights, or properties to Ranma 1/2. All rights, ownerships, or any other legal holdings are all the properties of their respective owners. I have not been paid for this work of fanfiction.

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Again, this work of fanfiction was inspired by Innortal's work: The Ranma Omake Files: Innortal Style. All wanting to see the original work that inspired this one should go visit Innortal's page.

I've reloaded chapter one to fix the typo that was created by spellcheck. It automatically replaced Innortal with Immortal. Oh, and I've placed a bunch of special characters from off of the keyboard HERE ?!!@#$%^&*()-_=+[{}]\|/<> P-chan

So whatever you see is what FF will still allow.

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Splash

“Wha-? Wha-? Wha-?”

“That is Spring of Drowned Panda. There is tragic legend, very tragic, of panda who drown in that spring two thousand year ago!”

“You never said anything about-!”

Splash

“Ohh, sir, you fall in Spring of Drowned Evil Creature I Never Find Name For. I call it `The Hissy One.'”

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“-Great Grandmother, what the hell is that?-”

“-That, my dear, is a great Evil I had thought was dead, but truly, drowned at Jusenkyo. Finish your final fight for the tournament. I shall see what threat he poses.-”

“For the love of God, doesss anyone here ssspeak Japanessse? Can anyone tell me what the hell I am?”

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“I am Saotome Genma, and this is my son…”

“…Ranma.”

“Are you really him?” Kasumi asked. “That really creepy guy from before?”

“Hmm… Where should I begin?” said Genma, then gave Ranma and the outside koi pond a speculative look.

“Bad idea,” Ranma muttered as Genma reached for him.

The elder Saotome froze. Ranma was still Ranma, no matter what body, no matter how disturbing to look upon. There were, however, some differences. Ranma's cursed form possessed not only looks that made one want to slink away and sit somewhere else, like Kyoto, but also had both a hair trigger temper and freaky powers with which to display it. The last time Genma had deliberately thrown Ranma into a body of water to wake him up, Ranma had surfaced in his new body, with enraged glowing red eyes, and screamed at him in a funny language. The next thing he knew, Genma was on the ground, screaming in pain, still a good twenty yards from a cackling EvilRanma. (as Genma had started calling him in his mind.) After the pain stopped, EvilRanma said more funny words, and Genma spent the next fifteen minutes dancing as a drunken panda by Ranma's whim.

“Ah… I see your point,” Genma said, and proceeded to demonstrate to the Tendos the Jusenkyo curse on his own body using a cup of cold water and a kettle Kasumi retrieved for him.

“By the way,” Ranma started. “I'm very sorry about your sister. My cursed form doesn't take to insults or personal attacks very well. And I'm sorry for using your table.”

Akane had taken one look at the `thing' that had calmly walked into her house with its pet panda, and screamed out an attack.

Ranma had immediately responded with what was an almost calm, efficient demeanor (for his cursed form). The dining room table levitated up right off the floor and smacked Akane around the head until she was unconscious.

“Don't worry, Akane's been having that coming for a long time now,” reassured Nabiki.

“And it's quite improper to assault the guests,” Kasumi continued.

“If you're sure,” Ranma answered, a little startled by their acceptance of this. He wondered if weird stuff happened all the time in Nerima.

Yeah, that's right, he don't know it.

Yet.

“So… what else can you tell us about your cursed form? Who, or what, is it?”

“”Uh, well, the Guide called it the `Spring of Drowned Evil He Never Found A Name For, But He Called `The Hissy One.' When I'm like that, I'm still me, but sometimes I've got a real temper… and, uh, strange powers, kinda like magic or something, but I'm not sure how they work. I think I've met a few people who recognize the body, but they never tell me what it is.”

“They don't? How rude,” stated Kasumi.

“Yeah, well, most people just kinda stop and stare, but every once in a while, you see these people dressed real old fashioned, and they take one look at me and run screaming. They always refer to me like everyone already knows what I am. It's always, `You-know-who,' like they won't even say my freakin' name. Oh, yeah, and this guy comes along every once in a while, with black hair and green eyes, and he flips out and starts shooting weird light at me, yelling in English. And I can talk to snakes!”

“Strange.”

SPLASH!

“And that is Ranma's cursed form!” Genma stated, sounding proud that he managed to get the drop on his son.

“SSSStupid old man! You die now!”

“Oh, hell,” Genma said, and then the pain began.

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“Hold, foul sorcerer, and remove thy enchantment from the fierce tigress Akane!”

Ranma blinked. Sorcerer? That was what they had guessed his cursed body was. Some kind of mage, or something. “Tigress?” he echoed, shooting a concerned glance at Akane.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“He called you a `tigress.' I thought I mighta accidentally turned you into one.”

“Do not ignore the Blue Thunder!”

“No, that's just what stupid Kuno calls me.”

“Oh, ok. Hey, wanna be one?”

“I tell you, mock me not with your inattentiveness!”

“A tiger? Hell no. Well… maybe… It did look pretty cool when you turned Nabiki into a python, even if you kept calling her `Nagini.'”

“So… tiger?”

“Damn you, look at me when I'm talking down at you!”

“You sure you can change me back?”

“Yeah, I'm getting better at this stuff.” Mostly, anyway. And Nabiki doesn't seem to mind the infrared vision… or the sharper sense of smell…

“Cool. Let's go find some cold water.” Akane led the way with thoughts of terrorizing Kuno in her head.

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“RANMA, PREPARE TO DIE!”

“Avada Kedavra!”

THUMP

“Ooh, um… I think I jussst ki-… er, knocked him out. I'll jussst take him to the… hossspital before ssschool startsss. Yeah.”

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“Cologne? Why are you and Shampoo here?”

“Why else? To continue… learning from you, sensei. I'm having a little trouble with my shield charms…”

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“Sweeto! Akane, let me cry into your bosom!”

“Eek, pervert! Get it off me!”

“Imperio! Now let go, and apologize.”

“I'm very sorry, Akane. I don't know what came over me.”

“That's, um… ok. You know, he's pretty fast for an old guy. Maybe he knows some martial arts!”

“Maybe. Hey, old man, teach usss everything you know about martial artsss!”

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“Hey, Kasumi. I heard you say you needed new pantyhose before I left, and I… found… this pair on… uh, sale.”

“Oh, thank you. May I ask what brand it is? I've found that a couple different brands give me a rash.”

“Um… Taro brand?”

“Taro? Sounds Chinese.”

“Yeah… uh… an import?”

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“It's funny, Tendo. The dread Master behaves `normally' until he gets close to the boy, then he turns into an obedient moron. And he's training your daughter and my son in the original style of Anything Goes!”

“Maybe he feels he's getting old, and that it's time to pass on his legacy?”

“Hmm… maybe.”

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“You are part dragon? Soundsss… intriguing.”

“Why are you staring at me like you are considering me for dissection and ingredients?”

“I'm doing no sssuch thing. Tell me, how strong is your senssse of smell? I imagine someone like yourself, royalty and all, must have quite a selection of enemies. Assassinations, poison attemptsss, and the like. I've been through several, myself.”

“What do you mean? What is the point of this line of questioning?”

“Nothing, really, Prince Herb. Tea? I made it myself. I call it `Veritaserum.'”

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“Ranma-kun.”

“Yeah, Kasumi?”

“These pantyhose you bought me a while back…”

“Er… what about them?”

“Have you ever found another set of Taro brand? They're very nice, and tough. I've yet to tear them, despite several accidents. And the strangest thing! When they get wet, they become darker and thicker, more suited for being outdoors.”

“O-oh, really? That's, uh, an… enchantment… that I was… experimenting with… It only worked once… with Taro brand… something like that.”

“That's too bad. Oh, my, what a lovely dress you have there!”

“It's for Nabiki, her birthday's coming up. It's… leather? Yeah, leather.”

“It's beautiful. She'll love it, and it'll go so well with those green eyes that you didn't quite get changed back. However did you get it such a wonderful, iridescent shade of green?”

“Um… a new, uh, process that I… discovered… I'm calling it… er, dragonscale leather.”

“The cut's a little small, but then, Nabiki prefers that. It's so soft, too.”

“Well, Herb was a young dragon… COW! Definitely cow. Yeah.”

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“If you're a phoenix, then I'm a mongoose. I've seen a true phoenix, you're not it.”

“Impudent mortal, how dare you… wait, what? Y-you've seen a true…?”

“Yesss. As if anyone couldn't tell the difference. These flamesss you're putting out are only that; simple flame. The simple flame-freezing charm I've cast is easssily keeping me from being burned. The flame of a true phoenix, which is most definitely an actual sssongbird, not a humanoid, could burn through any charm I could cast. You, my friend, are sssimply an astonishingly old phoenix animagus. While this might give you your regeneration and possibly the ability to ssself-resurrect if you should be killed by mortal means, it hardly rates true phoenix. Now, if you'll excuse me, my fiancée Nabiki wants her sssister to be submerged in the magical water.”

“How do you know… you dare to… damn you!”

“Avada Kedavra!”

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A/N

Sitting at his computer, Ringmaster stares at the chapter he just published. “What the hell was that?”