Hello:
Oooh, my first fanfic. I got tired of writing code for varius
projects, so I wrote this instead. Please don't be too harsh with the
C&C! (private that C&C while you are at it) Oh yeah, _first fic_
alert!
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Rumiko T. Created the characters and most likely owns the lot. Viz
has U.S. Distribution rights, and several others own a piece of the
action. I only wish I did. Anyway, this is written for pure fun, and
I'm making no profit off of this. Please, don't sue me.
Uhm, Beli Mawr is the Celtic god of the sun. The other isn't a god,
just a borrowed word that means destiny.
There is an occational cuss word too.
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A diverging past: Destiny takes a vacation.
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The gods of the were having another argument about how many alternate universes
they could use to have fun with the not so gentle folk that lived in Nerima. The focal
point of their debate was that the three fates had spotted another world appearing within
their pool of knowledge. Beli Mawr had an idea, "Hey Destiny, lets add in just a bit of...
Hey, where's Destiny?" Beli Mawr booming voice managed to only get a reply from
what appeared to be a small demigod, "He went on vacation, I have to hold down the
fort for a few weeks." Beli Mawr looked down at the small godlet, and asked the obvi-
ous, "Just who are YOU?" "Uhhhm, I'm Kismet, the god of personal destiny." The elder
god of the sun took a good look at the smaller being with disdain. "What can you do? I
would just like to see one, just one, moment of common sense in that boy Ranma's
early history; you think you can handle that?" The little godlet squeamishly answered, I
think so."
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An adult male in a white gi, Genma, was going over the training for the Neko-ken.
Genma seemed to lose himself in thought, "Better check the next page, the boy will
need this technique." As Genma turned the page over, a gust of wind picked up, and it
blew the page quickly from his grasp. "Oh well," thought Genma, "must not have been
important anyway."
#
A sweat-drop appeared on Kismet's forehead, as he looked down upon the shaping life
before him. "Mmmf... Mmmmmf... Muhahahahahahahaha, Is that the best you can do,"
laughed the elder god, with much amusement. The other gods were snickering, and it
would seem as if a fate was grinning.
#
"Listen to me carefully," Genma pointed out to his son, "I am about to ask you a ques-
tion." "OK." "What do you like better, Okonomiyaki or Ukyou?" "Uhhm." "Uhhhm." "I
like..." The smell of an okonomiyaki seemed to penetrate the air around the two martial
artists. Thus forgetting the question, Ranma asks "Okonomiyaki, I smell it, but I don't
see it." Later, Genma seems to remember that Ranma said okonomiyaki, and takes off
with the cart anyway.
#
"Gaaaack!" The smaller godlet was red with rage! How could this be happening to
him? This was supposed to be his big chance for a promotion, but something kept
screwing up! Somewhere, a fate would giggle.
#
An all boys school somewhere in Japan saw a young Ranma pausing while on a mad
dash for lunch. Ranma regarded his slower friend trying to get to the bread, "Maybe I
aught to let the lost kid have it?" Ryoga bounded for the bread, but tripped over a
folded up table sticking up in his path. "Naaah, how can I let him have the bread after
that?!!?"
#
"Aw, D A M N I T!" Kismet was just livid. Again, Ranma was going to have a moment
of understanding and sense, then it a blur it was gone. "What did I ever do to deserve
this?!!?" For his part, the older god used his superior restraint -- he just chuckled.
Somewhere, a fate remembered a particular young godlet trying to play "cat's cradle"
with Napoleon's life-thread.
#
"ZzzzZZzzZzZzzzZZZzz," Ranma was snoring like a log. He had ate, slept, and lived
at that Ryoga's house for days. "I wonder what's gotten into him? Maybe he's got a
duel with lost kid," Ranma's father mused. "I wonder if I should wait another day or two;
see if that bandanna boy shows up? Hey what's this?" Genma's father picked up a
stray piece of paper:
Today Only!!!
Free Noodles at Wokon's Noodles
Kimshean, Japan
"Hmmm. That's only 75 miles from here. If I grab the boy now, we could make it in time
for the free food," the elder Soatomi said to no one in particular. Thus, he grabbed
Ranma and made a b-line to Kimshean. Genma smiled, fate had smiled upon him to-
day! Kimshean was near the northern shores, and on the way to China!
#
"S H I T S H I T S H I T ! ! ! !" At this point Kismet lost all control, he ranted and raved
and run all over the heavens. Well, until he tripped over a small bug. He tried to turn to
get a better look at the thing, when a foot graciously found the back of his head.
"Sorry," was all he heard before he began pounding his head on the floor.
#
"Gwyaaah!" Genma was going to get that boy for knocking him off that pole! "Heh, he's
shocked! That'll teach him." Looking down at the pool, he was completely taken off
guard by the red-headed girl screaming.
#
Beli Mawr was a reasonable god, but this kid couldn't change a thing. In fact, he was
wondering if Kismet should be reduced from deity status altogether. His large hand
stroked his brow, and concluded to allow Destiny's protege continue his practice.
Somewhere a fate said to another fate, "Stop laughing so hard. You're going to have a
coronary." The third fate looked over and said, "Do you have any more of whatever it is
you're taking?"
#
"Grawwf!" *swish* *swish* "Graawwf!" Genma had accomplished the feat of clearing
the onlookers as he made his way to his friends home. The redheaded martial artist
was out like a light, and the way was clear to the Tendos!
#
Kismet had all but given up, he had tried everything. Beli Mawr saw the distressed
demigod, and silently reassured him. With a grim look of determination, Kismet sum-
moned all of his personal power for one last attempt.
#
"Oh no. Darling, don't drink that hot tea." "Why's that dear?" "I accidently put salt in it
instead of sugar; I'm afraid it's nasty. I'm going to dump the rest and make another
batch." "Yes, dear." *Splash.*
Somehow that window was directly lined up with the big dipper, the little dipper, and
Ranma's head. Also, a small break in the cloud cover preserved the, soon to be en-
gaged, boy's gender for the half block left to the Tendo's. "Finally," thought the panda
as he knocked on his old friend's door.
#
Beli Mawr smiled, "I knew you could do it!" Kismet was spent. He managed to mumble
something about the fates being against him before collapsing. Beli Mawr's face
showed utter confusion, "Nah, the fates couldn't be messing with one of us who are
messing with the mortal that is messing with the martial artist?"
Fate1: "I'm telling you that 2 is taking drugs!"
Fate3: "I think it's a nervous breakdown. I mean he's been doing this for centuries."
Fate2: "I am not on drugs, and I'm F I N E ! ! I was just having some fun."
Fate3: "Fun? Maybe he is on drugs."
Fate2: "Damnit, I'm clean! Do I have to take a yellow-test to prove it?!!?"
*splash*
Fate2: "#@$!!�!!@#$##@$%%&^$$!!!"
Fate1: "What!??!!"
Fate2: "You gals made me look away at the wrong moment."
Fate3: "So?"
Fate2: "Now when the Tendo family meets Ranma, he's a HE!"
Fate1: "Whoops."
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The ever loving, ever living, END. Actually, I *could* continue this,
but not right now...
But, the story really came to me in a burst of inspiration. Of coarse, I was really just tired
of scripting REBOL for the night! Warm and fuzzy C&C welcome is welcome, but since
this is my first attempt at a fanfic, go easy on me :) Please?