Tenchi and Ranma, together forever!?
An alternative universe, semi fusion saga.
The Characters from Ranma 1/2, were created by the brilliant
Rumiko Takahashi.
The Characters from Tenchi Muyo, were created by Hitoshi
Okuda, may his wrist never go limp.
Louis-Philippe Giroux, has very kindly posted the earlier chapters of
this story at the following address.
<http://www.anime.usacomputers.net/~dragon/>
If you have not already done so, check out his story, Lines of
Destiny, at the same location. It's well worth the time.
<> indicates a foreign language being spoken.
What has happened before.
In this universe Ranma has, as a result of a run in with Herb of the
Musk Dynasty, been trapped as a female from her first dip in the
Nyanniichuan. She is not aware of Herb's part in this. She believes
she is trapped as a result of falling into several springs right after
falling in the Nyanniichuan. [She was a little upset with Genma, and
it was foggy.] She has spent the three months prior to this story
getting used to being a girl, and while she is not happy about it, she
has adapted to a certain extent.
Genma sank into despair, his son's loss of manhood scuttled
his plans to retire in comfort to the Tendo training hall. Then, while
looking through some papers in his backpack, he came across an old
agreement between himself and Noboyuki Masaki that was drawn up
prior to Ranma's birth. It was a commitment to marry Noboyuki's
son Tenchi, to Genma's child, if he should happen to have a
daughter.
After a brief, very convincing, and completely phony, display of
attempted suicide on Genma's part, Ranma reluctantly agreed to
fulfill her obligation to carry on the Saotome clan's blood line by
marrying Tenchi.
While exploring her new home town, Ranma ran into Ryouga
Hibiki, and while she did not remember him, out of sympathy for the
lost boy she escorted him to the train station. The possibility of
scamming a free meal from the overly shy boy never entered her
mind, really.
Ranma only told Ryouga her name as she was leaving him.
Putting two and two together, he gave chase, but took a wrong turn.
Big surprise. The question is, how big a wrong turn did he take?
Tenchi and Ranma, Together Forever!? Ch5.
` Lost in space. Part one
Danger, Ryouga Hibiki, Danger
Three months ago: Jusenkyo.
Two young men were wondering along the outskirts of the
Valley of cursed springs. One of them dressed in an tiger stripped
outfit, while the other dressed more mundanely with the exception of
a ratty, old grey fur cap. The one in the Tiger stripped outfit brushed
aside some of the undergrowth that obscured the rim of the valley
floor, and thrusts a banana he held in his other hand into the
opening. With a noticeable lack of enthusiasm, he crooned in
Chinese, "<here Monkey, Monkey. Come and get it boy.>"
"<Girl, Lime.>" The boy in the fur cap said.
"Eh?" The other boy glanced over at his companion, a puzzled
look on his face.
"<The Monkey. It's a girl now.>"
"<But it was a boy Mint.>"
"<True, but it's a girl now, and thanks to the Chiisuiton it'll
stay that way.> " Lime couldn't argue with that, much as he would
have liked to do so. A good argument would go a long way toward
relieving the tedium of their present task. They continue to walk
along in silence, their expressions and pace giving every indication
that they are bored out of their skulls.
"<Mint?>" Lime said, pausing in his activities.
Mint looked over at Lime, and stopped walking as well.
"<What?>"
"<Don't you feel a little bit silly?>" Lime asked. He held up
the banana he was carrying. "<I mean, wandering around trying to
lure that nasty monkey out with this. I don't know why Herb-sama
would want to find it. Not after what it did to him.>"
"<Her!>"
"<No, he used some hot water just as we were leaving. He's a
he now, not a she.>"
"<Oh. I guess your right then, but he might have gotten wet
again, so her would be right.>" Mint looked pleased at this
reasoning. He waited for Lime's comeback, but the Tiger boy only
looked pained.
"<I hate these curses. They make my head hurt.>"
Mint nodded in agreement, but then a thought occurred to him,
and his face brightened. Turning to Lime he said, "<you're
forgetting one thing.>"
"<What's that?>"
"<If we find the Monkey, we get to see bare titties.>"
Lime paused in mid stride, a look of shock on his face. Then
he started frantically pawing through the bushes, crooning, "<here
Monkey, sweet little bare titty Monkey. Come out, come out
wherever you are. Let Uncle Lime have a good look at how you've
grown.>"
Mint grinned, but then as Lime began to move away from him
he frowned. "<Hey, no fair, I thought of it first!>" he shouted after
Lime. He rushed ahead of the Tiger boy and began to paw the brush
aside himself. Lime, seeing this, rushed ahead of him, and so they
began to leapfrog each other down the side of the valley. They were
so intent on not letting the other get the first glimpse of bare titty,
they missed noticing that they had moved out of the main valley, and
were traveling up a small gully that cut through the high cliffs
surrounding that side of Jusenkyo. The tall walls overhung the
narrow gorge, and threw it into perpetual shadow. The shadows
gave the gully a dark and ominous air that both boys ignored.
As they moved farther up the small gorge the brush and trash
that had fallen from above over the years made the going more and
more difficult. Mint, much to his disgust, finally had to let Lime
lead the way, using his superior strength to clear aside the
obstructions. Lime, for his part was so intent on his activity, and on
moving ahead, that he did not notice when the next object he tore
from his path was not a tree, but a signpost containing a stringent
warning, and trailing several tattered wards from it's placard.
Tossing the signpost off to the side, Lime took a step forward,
and if Mint had not grabbed the back of his coat, he would have
tumbled into a small pool surrounded on all sides by dense in-
penetrable undergrowth. Lime gasped, and leaped backward, his
heart pounding. Together he and Mint stared at the small pool.
Turning to Lime, Mint said, "<Do you think it's cursed? It's
awfully far away from the valley.>"
"<Do you want to test it?>" Lime said, backing away from the
crumbling edge of the pool.
Mint looked down at his own footing and hastily backed up.
"<No, I think I'll ask the guide later.>"
A sudden sound in the underbrush caught their attention, and
they both looked in the direction it came from, worried expressions
on their face. This was Jusenkyo, anything could be in the bushes.
The worries fled when a black furred form pushed its way out of the
brush and looked up at them in entreaty. Or that was its intention.
The face in front of them was not really suited for looking at anyone
with entreaty. Its face was far more suited for expressions promising
either rape, mayhem or random acts of senseless violence.
Mint grimaced, "<That is the ugliest cat I've ever seen!>" A
sudden growling in his stomach caused him to pause, and he
finished his statement by saying. "<Let's eat it.>"
Lime looked disgusted. "<Just because your mother was a dog .
. .>"
"<Wolf!>" Mint said with some heat. "<She was a wolf, not a
dog.>"
"<Whatever. I just wish you'd think of me that's all. My
mother was a tiger. I can't go around eating cats.>" He looked
closer. "<It is a cat isn't it?>"He said. His voice expressing some
doubt as he took in the scared and seamed visage looking up at them
through one eye, the other having been destroyed long ago, if the age
of the scar across it was any indication. As he stared at the maimed
animal in front of him, his stomach growled as well. A thoughtful
look crossed his face. "<Let's toss it into the spring of drowned
piglet, then we can both have something to eat, and it'll be a lot
more tender.>"
Mint blinked, he tried to think of some reason why not, not
wanting to give in to a plan proposed by Lime so readily. Then, as
his stomach growled yet again, he nodded in agreement. He
crouched down, and crooned, "<Here kitty, kitty, come to uncle Mint
you ugly black bastard, there's a good boy.>"
Back at the Jusenkyo Guide's home.
"<I assure you sir, the people in the surrounding area are very
familiar with the springs. If they see a naked young girl behaving in
the manner of a monkey. They will bring it to my attention.>"
The Jusenkyo guide, for what felt like the hundredth time, was
reassuring the Musk Dynasty Prince that his future bride would be
found if she was still in the area. All the while he carefully kept his
distaste from showing. He was not fond of the Musk, or their habit
of turning innocent animals into human females with the
Nyanniichuan, and then taking them for brides. He knew better then
to let that distaste show however. The prince was not known for his
tolerance. The Guide thanked god the Prince had not been trapped
like young Mr. Customer. He shuddered at the thought of Herb's
attitude at that time of the month, if his current behavior was any
indication of his normal aggravation level.
He also felt a slight twinge of guilt. He knew full well why
young Mr. Customer was trapped as a girl, and would remain that
way. He had heard the Musk that day, and now knew they had been
to the Nyanniichuan the day Mr. Customer fell in. They must have
doused her with water from the Chiisuiton by accident, thinking she
was the monkey they were currently searching for.
He could have told her the truth. But he had learned enough of
her character to know what her reaction would have been. She
would have confronted the Prince, and demanded he restore her
masculinity. Better by far that she be given the time to become a girl
naturally, then to be forced into marriage with the prince, and have
to learn the hard way. The guide was fully aware of how potent Herb
was, and how little he would care for Mr. Customers protestations.
No, he had done the right thing in not telling her the truth, he told
himself.
A sudden motion from the man beside him brought the guide
out of his musings.
Herb drew himself up, and was about to arrogantly demand
more positive measures be taken in finding his bride, when the
sound of distant screaming distracted him. "<What?>" He started to
say, when the source of the sound dashed past, and made all
questions unnecessary.
"<Get it off, get it off, get it off!>" Mint yelled, as he raced by
his Prince and the Guide. Attached to his back was what appeared to
be a small black tornado. Close on Mint's heels was Lime, waving
the trunk of a good size tree and yelling.
"<Hold still Mint! How can I hit it, if you keep running away
like that?>"
The two boys and their playmate disappeared over a low rise,
but soon circled around behind it and re-appeared headed back
toward Herb and the guide.
With an annoyed look on his face, Herb raised a hand, and
almost casually blasted the black whirlwind from Mint's back with a
Chi blast. "<What is the meaning of this? I told you to find my
bride, not to play with the local wildlife!>"
"<We're sorry Herb-sama.>" Lime said contritely. He picked
up the limp body of the creature Herb had blasted, and held it up for
his prince's inspection. "<We were hungry, and were going to drop
this old cat we found in the pool of drowned piglet.>"
The Jusenkyo Guide looked in horror at the limp animal in
Lime's hand. He reached over and tugged frantically at the hem of
Herb's shirt.
Herb turned and glared at him. "<Stop that! I am a prince of
the Jakou-Maneki, not a hand wipe.>" Ignoring the guide's efforts to
inform him of the mistake his men were making, he turned back to
them. "<As for you two. Are you fools? This is Jusenkyo, and you
speak casually of throwing that animal into the spring of drowned
piglet. Have you no sense?>"
The guide heaved a sigh of relief. At least one of them had
some realization of the possibilities.
"<Take the creature and throw it into the spring of drowned
deer. That way there will be enough for all.>"
The Guide face faulted.
"<Where is the Spring of drowned Deer?>" Mint asked.
Herb started to tell him, but after the second time through the
directions, he snatched the limp body from Lime and said. "<Never
mind, I'll do it myself.>"
The Guide, who had recovered slightly, raised a hand, and then
let it drop. What was the use? They never listened. Well, they
would find out soon enough that the animal was a cursed form. He
recognized the creature. He hoped it had not originally been the
same species as its present form. That was one personality the world
was well rid of. It was unlikely however. The old monk had warded
that spring heavily, in order that, that specific situation would never
arise. As long as the creature who fell in was not the same, all it
would acquire would be the body, and not the mind. He shuddered
as he thought of the tales he had heard of the original. He decided to
take a walk over to the remote spring later, and make sure all was in
order. No telling what those two fools might have done.
Sitting down he pulled out his pipe and started to tamp some
tobacco into it. As he lit it, he mused about the creature that was
currently on its way to an unexpected swim. Going over in his mind,
the features listed in the old scrolls.
Black as the inside of a demon. Check.
An eye like a ball of fire. Check.
The other eye closed permanently as a result of the scar that ran
from its chin to its forehead. Check.
Ears tattered and chewed from a lifetime of battle. Check.
He frowned suddenly. There had been nothing in the scrolls
about a yellow diamond shaped jewel in the middle of its forehead,
which was peculiar. It was the sort of thing you would think they
would mention.
He took a puff on his pipe and blew out a cloud of smoke.
Round about now the three of them should be reaching the spring of
the drowned dear. He imagined the cold water would revive the
animal. He sat and puffed a little more, then stood and walked down
the path to watch the show. Soon he heard distant yelling, and in
the distance three figures appeared, moving rapidly toward him. A
little while later a very tattered looking Herb-chan went running
past. The now familiar black Tornado on her heels.
"Get it off, get it off, get it off!" She screamed, just a touch of
panic entering her normally haughty voice.
"Hold still Herb-sama. I'll knock it out." Lime cried, once
again swinging his tree trunk bludgeon around his head in vast
circles.
Mint meanwhile had noticed that the cat had left very little of
Herb-chan's shirt in one piece, and was calling out in tones of
entreaty. "Herb-sama, run this way. Please Herb-sama, come this
way. At least turn around. Please Herb-sama, I want to see titties."
The Guide watched as the four of them disappeared in the
distance. Well, at least he should have a little peace while the Prince
recovered from her/his would be meal.
Maybe she'd learn not to bite off more then she could swallow.
At the very least, she should learn that it was hard to blast something
with chi, when that something was currently bitting chunks out of
your ass. He tamped another bowl full of tobacco and thought for a
moment about what he had observed of the prince.
<"Naaaa"> he said to himself, and lit up.
Present time: Shopping district near the Masaki home's former
location.
Ryouga Hibiki was back on earth, and it had only taken him a
day to do it. Not only that, he was back where he started from, only
a block or two from where he had met the girl calling herself Ranma
Saotome. Luck was surely smiling on him. Soon he would know if
she was in truth his hated rival, or whether she was, as was much
more likely, someone who's name he had misheard.
Over the last three days, he had come to doubt more and more
that she could possible be Ranma, his Ranma anyway. She was too
cute for one thing, and much too kind. She had taken him to the
train station with no thought other then charity. His Ranma would
never have done that, not unless he had some ulterior motive.
He chastised himself once again. How could he have thought
such a sweet innocent girl was that coward Ranma. Still, even
though he was now sure he had misheard, he could not afford to let
any lead, no matter how slim, go by. Unlikely as it seemed, the
Jusenkyo springs made it a possibility that the red headed girl could
be Ranma, and that was something he could not afford to overlook.
He had lost all trace of Ranma after following him to the valley
of sorrows. He was sure Ranma had come back to Japan, but
Ryouga's family friend, Uncle Hiricho, had not been able to find him
listed in any of the school districts, so if he was back in Japan, he
was not attending any schools. That left Ryouga without a clue as to
where to look next. So, lacking any other goal, he might as well
search out the red head.
He smiled a rather sappy smile to himself. While the little red
head likely knew nothing that could help him, he could think of
worse ways of spending his time than by looking for her. All it
would take was a dose of hot water and he would know positively if
she was, or was not the coward he was looking for. And if, as
seemed likely, she was not . . . He closed his eyes, and pictured her
cute face in his mind again. The sappy smile spread further across
his face, and then was wiped clean away as an unwelcome, but
familiar voice cried out.
"YOU!! The practical joker!"
Ryouga's eyes flew open, his daydream shattered, and he stared
in horror at the shrunken figure of the old storekeeper who had
threatened to call the police on him three days before.
The old man had been foiled by the girl calling herself Ranma
last time, much to his disgust. Now he looked up at the startled and
shocked boy with glee in his eyes. "Got you now boy! No little
trollop around to save you this time!" The old man cried out in
triumph. His glee was short lived however. The instant Ryouga got
over his shock, he turned tail and bolted, leaving the sour old man
coughing in his dust. Weakly, in a thready voice, he cursed the
disappearing boy, vowing to get him eventually.
The mean tempered old storekeeper's mood was not improved
when he turned to go back into his store, only to find his way
blocked by some purple haired street walker who was using his
newsstand as her personal library. One by one she was picking up
the sleaziest tabloids, and leafing through them carefully, not
missing a single page of lurid pictures. When she was done with
each one, she dropped it to the ground and took another, an action
that drove the old man almost mad with rage. Practically dancing,
so intense was his anger, he screamed at her.
"Get out, get out!! Take your wares and peddle them
somewhere-" His diatribe cut off abruptly as he starred cross-eyed in
shock at the long, and very sharp sword, that had appeared
seemingly from nowhere. The tip of which sword was now pressed
against his Adams apple.
Meanwhile the girl seemingly payed him no mind whatsoever,
not even sparing him a glance as she continued to leaf through the
various publications on the counter with one hand, while her other
hand held the sword steady as a rock.
At last she gave a happy cry of satisfaction, and pulled a page
out of the paper she was currently perusing. Turning to the old man,
who by now was quite pale, she held up the page and said, "you see
girl? Or panda?"
Afraid of doing anything to upset this obviously deranged
person, the store keeper obediently looked at the page she had thrust
in his face. The headline, DINE AND DASH PANDA
PHOTOGRAPHED, showed the story on that page to be about an old
topic. For the last two months the tabloids, and even some of the
more mainstream papers had been talking about the dine and dash
Panda.
The creature got its name from its first appearance. Some crazy
waitress claimed to have seen one of her customers change into a
Panda, and in the ensuing panic caused by its appearance she said it
had run off without paying for its meal.
It had been a one day joke on the local newscasts. It would
have been forgotten by the next day, but then other reports started
coming in of a very large Panda wondering the islands. The local
Zoo's all claimed their Pandas were accounted for. The PROC,
claimed all the Pandas in their country were accounted for, thanks to
their super efficient bureaucracy. However, they said, if there was a
Panda, he, or she, was the property of the PROC, and must be
returned at once. Since then, Panda sightings had become such a
common occurrence, that now, two months, and many wild Panda
chases later, only the cheapest tabloids paid the slightest attention to
them.
Now however, there was a new element to the story. At least
according to the paper in front of him. Someone had finally gotten a
clear shot of the mysterious Panda. Something that had never
happened before. That alone had convinced the more sensible
people that it did not exist. In a land of fanatical photographers,
how could such a creature go un-photographed. That had changed
now.
There it was, as plain as the nose on his face. It was walking
down an empty street in a pouring rain. And trailing along behind
it, hauling two large backpacks was . . .
"Her!! The tramp!! It's her. I'd know that sneaky little piece
of baggage anywhere." Forgetting all about the girl with the sword,
he snatched the page from her hand, and began to peruse the story
intently. To his disappointment, there was no real information on
the girl, only speculation that she might be a runaway circus
performer who had taken the Panda with her.
The old man was suddenly reminded of his female visitor,
when the sword that had been pressed against his throat was
withdrawn, and a hand like iron replaced it, pulling him around to
face the purple haired girl, who was quite angry at being ignored. At
the same time, under the anger she seemed pleased. She shook him,
and demanded.
"You know girl! Where is Girl? You tell Shampoo. Now!!"
The old man gasped and choked until she realized that he
needed air to speak. Releasing him, she stood there waiting for an
answer, fingering the edge of her sword suggestively as she did so.
He looked at the sword and gulped. Hurriedly he recounted his
encounter with the red haired girl. And ended up by saying.
"She must have taken the dumb one for all he was worth pretty
quick. Either that, or it did not take long for them to complete their
'business'." He practically sneered the word 'business'. He
continued quickly when he saw the girl in front of him frown
angrily. "Anyway, I saw her later the same day. She was walking
home with the Masaki kid. Busy little tramp."
"Where this Masaki?"
A little while later, Shampoo starred in disbelief at the vacant
lot in front of her. A house had rested here. That was easy to see,
and if her skills as a tracker were to be believed, the ground had not
been exposed to the elements for more than a day or so. But how
was it possible.
"Looking for someone deary." The voice of an elderly woman
spoke out from behind her. Turning, Shampoo spied the source of
the voice, an older woman, an inquisitive glint in her eyes. She was
dressed rather plainly, and had a pair of eyeglasses hanging from her
neck by a gold chain.
Shampoo bowed in respect to the older female, and pulled out
the newspaper page she was still carrying. "Shampoo look for this
girl. Old man at shopping store, he say she come here with Masaki
boy. You know?"
"Hmm, let me see," the old woman said. Reaching down, she
took hold of her eyeglasses and held them between the page and her
eyes. "Hmm, can't say as I've ever seen the girl before." Shampoo
dropped her head in disappointment, but the woman's next words
brought her head back up just as quickly.
"I wonder if she's young Tenchi's Fiance? When Masaki-san
called me this morning he mentioned that Tenchi's new fiance was
staying with them out by the shrine." She paused and looked over at
the now vacant lot. "They were very fortunate to be out when the
gas explosion destroyed their house. It blew out windows for blocks
around. Completely destroyed their house, not a scrap of it left. It
was almost as bad as that time . . ." She would have kept on for
hours, but Shampoo interrupted.
"Where shrine?"
Some distance away, a pair of foreigners, dressed all in black,
took in the scene with some satisfaction. Or at least the older of the
pair did. The younger of the two was not altogether happy.
"Gas? You people have been using that old wheeze about
swamp gas for fifty years man. Couldn't you come up with anything
a little more original K?"
"It does the job Slick, that's all that matters. Come on, we have
a flight to catch."
"So we going out to this here Misaki shrine?"
"Nope, out of our jurisdiction."
"Out of our jurisdiction!? I thought the whole earth was our
jurisdiction. What's so special about this Masaki place."
"Sorry slick, need to know only, and you don't need to know.
Let's go home." The older man turned and walked away, his
companion following after, complaining all the way.
"Need to know, need to know! What is this crap? I thought I
got to know everything! How the hell can I do my job if you give me
this need to know shit?" His voice faded out as their clothing
blended with the darkness, and they disappeared.
End. Chapter five.
Join us again soon, I hope, for chapter six. Girls just want to create
Mayhem!
Many thanks to my Pre-readers. They keep me in line, and readable,
I hope.^_^;;