New story idea here for a SM/R crossover let me know what you think of the prelude and idea...
Ranma comes into contact with something left over from the silver millennium. Something that is making him uncomfortable in his male side. What could be left that even the vaunted senshi of Pluto failed to know was left?
I don't own Sailor Moon or Ranma 1/2. This story is not written for profit and no monies were made as a result either. As for dates and such, assuming Ranma to be 17 at this point and senshi to be roughly 17 for the inners,19 for Neptune and Uranus, and I'm gonna put Saturn around 16 due to her aging forward once more. Galaxia is recent past for the senshi and Ranma's battle with Safron is less than a month old. This means the characters all would be born from the mid nineties and since this will be 2014 Smartphones, laptops and Tablets are therefore not out of place here. I hope you enjoy my offering here.
:::Prelude:::
A ticking bomb...
Timeline...2003ish...
A young boy cries silent tears of fear as he trembles. The cats have all eaten what was wrapped and smeared on him a while ago, leaving him scratched over most of his body. How many times had it been so far? The young boy had lost count after the first week. How many starving cats could you hope to find and keep after all. Still, the boy felt he was failing his father by not learning this so called ultimate fighting technique. So he silently waited for his father to open the pit once more and check on his son and see if he had mastered the Neko-ken.
Digging his fingers into the earth in frustration, the boy finds something. Temporarily forgetting his fears and pain, he digs around more til he has uncovered something. It's cold and smoothe to the touch, but because it was dark, he couldn't see what it was. It had funny bumps over a small round shape and that was attached to a larger 3/4 rounded shape as well. Wrapping both his small hands over the thing, he wished he could learn this stupid martial arts thing already and not be put back in the pit anymore. The object in his hands suddenly warmed. It's ancient magics finding compatible souls nearby in the half hungry cats. In a flash, the cats all fell, their energy and souls rushing towards the weeping child. As the cats souls merged with his own, he screamed in shock and pain, for who wouldn't be in pain as several cat souls merged with their own. As he lost himself in the souls, the pit door flies open to reveal a man in sport glasses. Fleeing thru the open door, the boy shreds the clothing and pit door racing as a blur into the night as most scared cats will do when freedom is at hand. The man, now several shades of pale lighter and wearing a haunted look can only say one fearful word. "...Ranma?"