Subject: [idea for free!] [Ranma meld] Spring of Drowned...?
From: "Nikholas F. Toledo Zu" <niftol@i-manila.com.ph>
Date: 11/19/1997, 8:18 AM
To: fanfic@fanfic.com

Hi.  I just had NomaD peruse some of my old spamfics and he reminded 
me of a concept I had but didn't use.  Someone else thought of a meld
of the same series, and so I chose to drop it.  In any case, I suppose
someone might want to do it, and at least I'll have a running start on 
it.  Yes, another Ranma story.

Oh, yeah.  Thanks to the rest of the Zu, whom I have griped on not 
getting Re:'s.  (See Keener?  Same boat.)  Please read all of our 
works, then get really big headache.  :P  Just kidding, minna-san.

*****

[Jusenkyo, End of Summer]

"Where am I now?!"

>From a patch of bushes, Ryoga Hibiki emerged.  Almost immediately, he
was set upon by a panda.

"AAAAAH!"  He fell to the edge of a cliff, barely avoiding the 
rampaging behemoth.  He turned back, just in time to see...

<Something in him snapped.>
<Something in him sighed.>
<Something in him knew.>
<Something in him leapt in familiarity, but fell.>
<Something in him clicked.>

A meaty calf hit him in the jaw.  He fell before he knew what was 
happening.

Ranma felt a slight change in altitude.  "Huh?"  Not noticing the
falling Hibiki, she shrugged and continued to hound her father.

***

[Somewhere, Sometime]

The entity knew.

Somewhere in the huge cosmos, he knew that one of them was still 
alive.

He knew that it was her.

He smiled.  She will come to him.

He waited.

***

[Jusenkyo, Something Long Ago]

She ran.

"No... no way... must..."

She stumbled on the cursed grounds.

Praying to the gods of her tribe, she jumped into one, never to 
emerge again.

***

[Nerima, Sunday]

"You come back here, Ranma!"

Ranma turned his head (thereby not affecting his velocity) to show
Ryoga his tongue.  "No way, pig-boy!"

"How-how dare you!!"

Just behind them, Akane chased them, brandishing a bamboo sword.
"Ranma, why do you keep picking on poor Ryoga?"

Ranma cleared the intersection first.  "Me?  He's the one who 
started it!"

"Shut up!"  Ryoga passed it next, not noticing the truck that 
almost ran him over.

Akane didn't though.

Warning bells rang through Ranma's head.  He turned to see the set-
up of a disaster.  He stopped.  "Akane!"

Ryoga hadn't gone that far yet.  In an instant after Ranma halted,
he had the split-second reflex action of changing directions and 
shoving Akane out of the way.

The truck plowed into the Lost Boy.

>From Akane's vantage point, she had the unfortunate luck of seeing
Ryoga's expression as the front grail smashed into the left side of
his body, skin cracking where the bones splintered outward.

The truck screeched to a stop, a full hundred yards away.

"No..."  Akane stood, tears already flowing down her cheeks.  "NO!"
she ran to the front of the truck.

Ranma was already there, holding the mangled remains of Ryoga in 
her arms.  Her head was bowed and Akane fleetingly wondered if she
was crying.

"Oh... God..."  Akane covered her mouth, hoping that she wouldn't
puke.  So much blood... her eyes widened suddenly...

... and it was... flowing... blowing... back into him.

In a dramatically slow fashion, the redhead grabbed the bandanna from
Ryoga's forehead.  Underneath, his bloodied forehead revealed the
sign of the Wu.

Ranma blinked her third eye.  "I... I remember... my precious Wu..."

*****

Funny.  This worked out the same way as my Mihoshi/Kiyone sketch.
I can only wonder, is this the reason why Ranma liked Akane?  It
sure explained Ryoga's bandanna, though.  But hey!  Anybody want it?
Should I?

Peace to all mankind.

Switch
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