A Ranma ½ and Sailor Senshi crossover Fanfic
Written by: Konsaki
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This Fanfic was inspired by and uses source material from ‘Lines of Destiny’, a dead Fanfic created by Louis-Philippe Giroux. If you would like to read the story he created up till it drops off, there are copies on Ranmafics dot com.
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Grey blue eyes snapped open to view flashes of ground and sky blurring by. Senses screamed at him, only confirming what his eyes blatantly declared as truth. Thousands of decisions blazed by in an instant, more than a decade of training brought to the forefront as muscles tensed and jerked limbs around, throwing Ranma’s unexpected and wild flight into a slightly more controlled spinning sideways fall. The immediate concern that he had any control over taken care of, Ranma took full stock of his situation and damage. ‘Jaw, ribs and back brused’, he counted out, grimacing as his muscles pulled to control the spin, ‘that bastard’s going down when I get back there!’
Another flash of grey passed by as his trajectory angled downward with the effects of gravity.
“Come on”, Ranma growled as he darted his arms outward towards the roof he was passing over. Spinning through the air, he made a split second decision to gamble everything on one arm versus trying a two handed grab; stretching his left hand out as far as it would go. Another flash of grey came into sight, leading him into a straight on view of a television antenna sticking up out of the building.
Instinct churned through infinite calculations, training making up the difference, as the martial artist moved his arm slightly and adjusted the predicted grip just so. The instant the metal tip of the antenna touched skin; Ranma locked down with an iron grip.
“Alright”, the whooping cry of success echoed out across the rooftop only to be quickly followed by an equally loud “Shit” as the metal bent, warped and then snapped under his inertia. Pulling the snapped metal bit up to his face, Ranma cursed once more before accepting that the mishap had at least done one thing for the airborne martial artist; it had slowed down his spin to a manageable level.
On the other hand, it had also slowed his forward motion, leading Ranma to be less airborne each second; the next twist towards the ground showing that he was headed towards a busy street below. ‘This gets better and better’, he groused silently as his eyes flicked over the vehicles passing below, trying to predict the point of impact.
Twisting about, adjusting his spin slightly, Ranma prepared for the tricky landing ahead of him. Inside his mind, doubts were screaming against the hastily made preparations; fear of failure fighting confidence in his abilities. Pushing the internal struggle aside, the raven haired youth came to the point of no return.
Coiling his legs, the martial artist forced as much reinforcing ki into his extremities to help absorb the impact. Making one final revolution in his spin, Ranma saw his target; a light blue sedan in the outside lane. All the pieces in place, time seemed to shoot forward in speed as Ranma’s bare feet made impact on the metal trunk of the sedan.
The sounds of metal collapsing under the unusual pressure placed upon it crunched out into the air. The left rear shocks and springs compressed downward due to the same noise causing weight. Ranma felt his feet pressing into the corner of the vehicle even as the vehicles own momentum started to drag his feet out from under him the moment he touched down. A slight gap opening in the pedestrians walking along the sidewalk parallel to the street and the alleyway beyond them…
Gritting his teeth, Ranma kicked off with all his strength; throwing him into a headlong dive through the narrow gap, twisting in midair to fit. The dirty white blur shooting past caused screams and yells of shock in his wake, befitting the sounds of screeching tires on the road even farther back. Blue orbs witnessed the scene as his body made one twist, showing him the street and shaken civilians… right before Newton’s first law came into effect once more, with Ranma slamming back-first into a stationary object.
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“What was that?”
Hearing the question from the elder female, Hotaru quickly looked around the street before grimacing. Reaching out, the smaller girl pulled Akane by the hand towards a nearby alley while explaining, “I can’t tell you out here.”
Blinking at the strength of the girl’s tug, Akane followed along behind the hurrying teen. Once they entered the path between the two stores, the martial artist noticed her newfound sister pull the source of the chiming out from somewhere. Hotaru opened up the object, making it look like an odd looking compact kit, and examined it with a frown, causing Akane to ask, “What’s that and what’s going on?”
“It’s an alert signal”, Hotaru explained, examining the simple display before frowning slightly, “Sailor Moon is calling for help.”
Hearing the heroin’s name Akane couldn’t help but echo it in a surprised cry, “Sailor Moon?!” Then it hit her, ‘Of course Hotaru knows Sailor Moon, being Sailor Saturn!’ Shaking her head, she dispelled the shock to focus on the situation at hand, “What’s happening where she needs our help?”
“I don’t know”, Hotaru stated, chewing on her lip in worry and indecision before recognizing what the other female had said. Giving her head a quick shake, Hotaru reached out and grasped Akane’s hands emphatically, “You can’t be seriously thinking about fighting with the Senshi, are you!?” Seeing the beginnings of a ‘yes’ motion, Hotaru powered on with a violent shake of her head as she jumped forward to envelope the taller girl in a strong hug, “No! I don’t want to lose you after finally getting you back!”
Any ire the martial artist might have generated evaporated instantly in those actions as she quickly wrapped her own arms around her younger sister. “But I’m a martial artist…”, she tried to defend her choice, even while feeling the ground figuratively crumble beneath her position.
“It won’t do much without magic”, the younger teen countered, relishing in the feeling of the hug and noting how similar but different it felt from her adopted parents’. “If you had your spells, it would be one thing, but…”
Looking down at the dark hair with a slight violet sheen, Akane frowned slightly as she thought about that fact of her past life and realized the smaller female had a valid point. Kanma had trained for over a decade to reach the third circle, longer than Akane had in her family’s martial arts. She also noted that almost every spell Kanma had cast, barring the easiest low level spells, were used with his weapon as a focus. Without that, she would have even less chance to successfully cast in this life, especially in the heat of battle.
Akane let out a long breath, running a plan through her head before vocalizing it, “How about this, I’ll try to summon… Mjollnir. If I can summon it without any problems, then I fight. If not…”
Just hearing that brought flashes of her sibling’s warhammer to the forefront of Hotaru’s mind, reminding her of the vast importance it held to her brother in the past. Pushing back, the girl gave a quick nod, agreeing to the quick test, “Alright… but if you can’t…” She left the rest unsaid, giving her reincarnated sibling the go ahead.
Akane just nodded in silence, already concentrating on the named weapon and the long unused magical techniques required for summoning it. If anything, dredging up the knowledge was the easy part out of the entire process; her hands already hanging before her to start the casting. It was only when she tried to draw on the actual magic to complete the summoning that her current state of practice truly showed. Then, something snapped…
Hotaru watched with urgent anticipation, both waiting for the result and also dealing with the increasing worry for her friends. She didn’t wait long, her elder sibling’s movements halting as a furrow of concentration crossed Akane’s brow while her lips opened to whisper something lost in the sounds of the city save for three recognizable words, “Mjollnir, to me!”
A flash of light and jerking wave of power jarred both girls a moment later; leaving a motionless martial artist and a relic warhammer hanging in the air as if time stood still. Watching in awe, Hotaru observed the weapon as memories once more ran though her mind in remembrance. So lost in these dreams, the girl was unable to react when time seemed to resume violently; Akane and the relic falling to the ground in a noisy colophony.
Rushing over to the downed girl, Hotaru grabbed hold of her elder sibling’s shoulder to shake it while crying out, “Akane! Are you okay!?”
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A/N - I always hate starting a chapter... it's the hardest part of writing for me.
