Urusei Yatsura Fan Fiction / Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ The Invader and the Emperor ❯ The slight change in the flow of destiny ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I still DON'T own Ranma or Urusei Yatsura as this two master piece is the work of the Princess of Manga Rumiko Takahashi. I own the plot and my characters only.

Authors note: Once again I'm thankful for the reviews even if not many came, ill try to make a good fic for those who are interested.

A little help to the readers(more to come if needed):

”Hello.” Speech
”(Hello.)” Thoughts
”Mouko Takabisha” attack/ technique
„U-chans” signs

[Hello] Panda signs

“\Hello\” Telepathic

“/Hello\” Telephone

 

Part 1.
The slight changein the flow of destiny

 

A few days have passed since the meeting of the ancient spirit Ranryu and the pure mortal Saotome Ranma.
While the boy went through the craziest training methods that his Otou-san put before him, such were jumping from high cliffs to increase one's endurance and his landing skill and as he gotten used to the process Genma tied weights to his son's limbs.

As the day was coming to an end the Sun was setting the two martial artists ended there training for the day and went to there camp.

„Boy that is enough for today. Tomorrow we will continue until you master the legendary 'Henka Wasi no Csakuriku' or known as the 'Spirit Hawk's Descending' with this technique you can land not only as gracious as a Hawk but you can controll your hang time in air for a small amount of time. The most basic of the: Musabetsu Kakutö Saotome Ryü.”

Hearing this, the small boy looked cheerful and yet gloomed by what he heard. True it was one of the many techniques that his family style used and he was eager to learn it but on the other hand it was still the BASIC.
”Well, the soup still needs time so Ill take a nap… wake me up half an hour later.” And the Saotome patriarch went into the tent leaving the young Ranma alone.
“\Finally that fool of a man that you must call otou-san went into his little dream world.\”
”\Ranryu-san don't talk like that, he might be a fool but he is a great martial artist.\” Ranma tried to defend his father from the insults from the well known voice.
”\That I know, for a mortal he is level of his own. None the less, a fool stays a fool until he dies. Now lets move from this gloomy conversation and move on to something that will cheer you up.\”
If the voice in the boys head would have a body, a smile could be seen on his face.

„\What is that?\” The host for the ancient one was curious.

„\Training, I know that you want to be the best. So I thought up a way in which I can train you.\”
”\So tell me already.\”

„\Well mostly it will be while you are sleeping, the training will use your ki. While in real life your muscles will be moved by your ki, in your dreams you will go through my training.\”
Ranma thought about it and it did not only cheer him up he was already having fantasies about returning to his okaa-san.

The conversation between the two came to an end, Ranma looked around and saw the boiling pot that is supposed to be there dinner.

„AH! The food!”
Genma came rushing from the tent and saw the emergency.
”Aaah! BOY WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?”
The two Saotome tried a futile fight at saving there dinner. The evening went with canned food for dinner and a light sparring match to work it off.

That night in Ranma's dreams a huge field filled with gore and death was visible. As the young boy ran around, looking for survivors his instincts made him roll to the side. As he rolled he looked at the source of the attack and it was a man with long silver hair.
”Who are you?”
”I'm the one who will train you.” The man stood up and pulled his fist out of the ground.

„Wait… that voice… Ranryu?”

„You got it. Well enough talking, more moving!” Ranryu dashed towards the small boy who barely ducked a kick that would have broken his bones to fine powder if the hit made a ditch in the ground without actually touching it.

„MATTA!”

„Sorry kid this is training how to fight a REAL opponent! There is no stopping!” With that the elder male did a spin kick that caught the young Ranma in the shoulder that sent him flying into a hill of dead people.
”Come on, I know that this couldn't kill you.” After a minute of waiting the man was nervous and afraid of what if he went to far!? He ran to the corpses and the young boy was there a little bruised but alive and well.

„(Good… I just powered down in time! Maybe using fear as a motivation, isn't the best choice?)” The ancient soul was cradling the young boy and his host in his arms.
A little later the boy opened his eyes and as he saw him he moved away as fast as he could the fear could be seen on him.

„Sumimasen Ranma, I went overboard. I should have used another approach to install the warrior instincts in you.”

Ranma still feared going into his reach but his fear went away slowly as he felt the truth in his words.

„Do you want to continue or would you like me to disappear for a while?”

Ranryu waited for a minute but no answer came and he started to vanish with the scenery as well when suddenly Ranma ran to him.

„Don't! If you disappear I don't know if you would return! You are my only friend, please stay.”

Ranma stared at him for a while then everything went black he was standing in the pitch dark emptiness.
These kind of moments made the Saotome boy feel, how alone he is really. He was fighting his tears when the darkness shifted and he was standing in a nicely decorated room, warm and most of all, it made him feel like his family was here.

But no matter for the sofas or the nicely baked cookies and tea on the table he was still alone.

Ranma was wiping his tears when someone hugged him from behind and it wasn't Ranryu! His arms are way wider and his hugs didn't feel like this, this hug was softer, calmer and of all made him remember his okaa-san!

Ranma turned around and saw a woman with red hear dark blue eyes and a kind smile and this woman was his mother!
„OKAA-SAN!” the child pulled closer his mother and woudnt let go for the sake of Earth even.
”I hope this way you won't miss motherly love.” Ranma looked to the source of the voice and saw Ranryu sitting on the couch reading a book.
”Arigatou. I'm finaly with Okaa_san again.”

Ranryu looked really heart broken after hearing this.”Ranma that woman there is from your and Genma's memories and since both of you had matching features and memories I concluded that she is your mother.”

„So this isn't okaasan?” Ranma looked shocked after hearing this.

„She is, but she is only a memory. A memory that I will make sure you will see again.”
Ranma smiled at him, young he maybe but he knew who to trust and the man sitting on the couch earned his trust and respect.

„This is a gift from me to you. Whenever you feel the need of motherly love you can seek her in your dreams.”

As he finished, Ranma's mother pulled closer her child.”Ranma tell me what happened while you were away? I see you became a strong and cute boy.”

After years finally Ranma slept calmly dreaming of his mother.

 

A few weeks past after the subconscious training started, day from day Ranma became stronger and thanks to Ranryu's gift the boy became well sophisticated and educated for a 6 years old.

Yes since there meeting Ranma have became six years old. The day he got the gift was one day earlier then his birthday

 

As Genma was hiking with his son he was already pondering the next training course and technique his student shall learn!

„(Now that I think about it… I once 'borrowed' a manual from a priest, he told me that its forbidden because of its powers if I remember correctly).”

That day went smoother then usually, Genma only planed a course that is good only for keeping in shape or building endurance…

„\Something is strange… I can feel it.\” The voice in the back of Ranma's head was nervous for a second but as it came, it went and it returned to the confident tone.

Ranma didn't really care about that, at the night he went through a working training that made him feel a slightly sore but it was a good soreness he felt it was working. He was slightly stronger then yesterday it did pay of!

The week was strange, Genma only told him what to do and went back into the tent to read some kind of scroll, other then reading he only came out to satisfy his basic needs.
On the weekend they stopped by a town to restock the supplies.
”Ranma wait here, I have some thing to do.”

„(I wonder why did otu-san go into a pet shop? Maybe I'll have a pet?!)” Ranma was almost jumping from that idea but his happiness was ruined when his father came out grumbling something about cats…

„\Ranma I have a really bad feeling, I just hope that your father isn't thinking what I'm thinking he is planning!\”
”\Why? What do you think he is planning?\”
”\Something horrible! Something that is banned because of a HUGE REASON for hundreds of years now!\”
”Boy come one we have our supplies so we will continue our trip!” Genma stood beside his son his face was a little troubled, but that must be the trick of the light…