This is my first posting to this ML.  I'm unsubscribing for Friday,
Saturday, and Sunday as I am attending a convention and do not want to
return to a completely full mailbox (many letters from the ML not even
reaching me).  I have wanted to write a Highlander crossover for a long
time now, and am not writing this because of the recent Highlander
crossover that was posted to this ML (which was very good, but I didn't
know what it was crossed with).  I have read only one crossover using
Akane, however mine uses someone (I feel) is more fitting for the
part... 
WARNING:  This fic contains some graphic violence, reader discretion is
advised.
Nevermore 
Prolouge
By:  Phillip Masters/Robert Hadley
(Insert various disclaimers and whatnot)
     Darkness fell on Nerima, like it does everywhere in the world.
However, darkness in Nerima was a bit different than it was anywhere
else.  For the coming of night in this small ward marked an amazing calm
in an otherwise unending storm.  As the denizens of the Tendo Dojo,
Nekohanten, Kuno Manor, and Ucchan's are not nocturnal by any stretch.
However, come daybreak, well, day isn't the only thing to 'break'.  As
the people of the before mentioned homes awaken, particularly the Tendo
Dojo, things seem to liven up a bit.  Just a bit.
     "Ranma!"  The cry rang out through the otherwise quiet neigborhood.
Ask anyone within two miles of the dojo where they can find a Ranma, and
they'll point you in the direction of that same scream.  It typically
herralded the start of a new day, much like a rooster's crow.
     In this large house, with a very traditional Japanese decor, there
was general chaos.  The girl who had so recently bellowed the name was
annihilating the boy who unfortunately owned that same title.  Their was
a young woman kneeling at the breakfast table, with brown hair and a
disintrested look on her face.
     "Akane, beat Ranma up later, eat breakfast now."  The brown haired
one suggested after about five minutes of watching the scene of pain.
     The beater stopped, much to the joy of the beatee, and looked to
the table.  "Allright, Nabiki, have it your way.  Ranma!"  She glanced
back at the poor human making sure everything was in the right place.
She continued after he froze up again, "I want to talk to you later."
     This brought a gulp from Ranma, yet he took a seat next to the
person who had just introduced him to parts of his body he didn't know,
and didn't _want_ to know, existed.
     Finally, seated at the table were the two eldest of the house.  The
father of Ranma, Genma, and the father of Akane and Nabiki, Soan.  Soan
was also the proud father of the beautifull young lady who was carrying
a tray from the kitchen at that moment.
     "Ah, Kasumi," Soan stated, addressing his eldest daughter, the one
with the tray, "I can just imagine how wonderful your meal is allready,
just by smelling it!"
     Kasumi, setting the tray on the table, smiled.  "Why, thank you
father!"  She was always glad when her family was happy.
     Ranma sniffled a bit.  "I say it smells a little funny."  He
commented.  He was not too surprised to find Akane's hand striking the
back of his head, his foot lodged firmly in his mouth.
     Everyone proceeded to digg in, with extreme predjudice.  Ranma and
Genma were waging the brawl of the century to see who could ingest more
food.  All the others around the table ate at a more, civil pace.
     Kasumi was eating the slowest, as usual.  However she ended first,
as usual.  No one could figure out how she did it, though Nabiki just
assumed she ate less.  She picked up her plate and reentered the
kitchen.  Placing her plate in the sink, she turned to the oven.  She
allready had dinner preped, now it just needed to bake for a good, long
time.  To get the meat just right.
     Kasumi reached over to the stove and began to turn the dial to 450
degrees. 
     Outside the dojo, the birds ceased to chirp.  The people around the
table looked up, and out the back door, curious as to why.
     Kasumi glanced back at the her loved ones, staring outside, and
noticed the lack of noise around the place.  Her nose crinkled,
instinctively.  She drew in a breath through it as a side effect.  She
noticed the pungent odor as an arc of blue electricity shot from one
side of the electric pilot to the other.  
     Everything in the kitchen was vaporized instantly.  Except for
Kasumi, who was blown out of the room, and the house entirely.  The rest
of the occupants were similarly ejected as the ball of flame engulfed
the first story of the dojo.  All windows in the house imploded, only to
have their shattered remains launched back outward milliseconds later.
     Those who were in the kitchen met with the tall wall surrounding
the entire compound.  Bones snapped a simply as chopsticks.  However,
there was no suffering, as everyone was killed by the initial blast.
Kasumi though, was tossed in a different direction.  Having been closest
to the stove, she took most of the force.  She was flung over the outer
wall and ended up in an alley covered by old boxes.
     Of course, the entire street noticed the explosion.  After a moment
of peace and quiet, they realized something was not normal about this
particular outburst.  Neigbors began to check the dojo, noting its
charred and distorted appearance.  Some began to check the inside, only
to be pulled away by those with more sense.  For, seconds later, the
second story came crashing down on the decrepid bottom floor.  
     The friends of the family grimmaced, as thoughts went though their
mind.  Nothing, though, prepared them for what await in the back yard.
There, was death.  Nothing more, no hope, no anquish, only death.  Some
prayed, some gave up their recently eaten breakfasts.  All were humbled.
That a anything could take the lives of such lively, strong, and
reletively happy people, was unthinkable.  But there it was, for all to
see.
     Someone, at some point, called the police.  Soon, the yard was
alive again, this time with strangers.  Worthless medical teams, and
police milled about.  They taged and removed the bodies, as well as
questioned the people who were on the scene.  Eventually, the circus
expired, and all that marked modern civilization at the decimated dojo
was the yellow Police tape surrounding the area.
     The fact that Kasumi was apparently missing from the house was not
lost on the authorities.  They began a search for her immediately, not
wanting her to see the dojo before being told of the situation.
     In the back alley where Kasumi had landed lay her charred body.
She looked amazingly good for having been standing at ground zero.  Her
clothes were, of course, completely gone.  Her hair had been turned to
ash instantly, yet small brown tentacles could be seen growing yet again
from her blackened scalp.  Most of her skin was riddled with blisters.
There was a surprising lack of third degree burns, as one would expect.  
     She lay in the shadows for a number of minutes before, suddenly,
her body shook.  Her flaking lips parted to draw in a sharp breath.
Then, she paused as intense pain wracked her still damaged body.  A
scream escaped her lips, and she put all of her energy into it.  The
shriek of pure agony lasted for only a few seconds, then death claimed
her a second time.

End Part 1
Jeez, that turned out a little more graphic than I had originally
planned.  I hope to get some C&C back on this, as it is my first on the
ML.  Be gentle when conserning the spelling and such as I had to type
this directly to the E mail (Web TV).  I normally write stories on my
word processor and have a friend post it to my page, but I felt like
writing now, so I did :)
Anyway, my webpage and E mail is below, so, I'm waiting...

"My God, it's full of stars!" - 2010 
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