Truth about wisdom, by Krimzonrayne, the avatar of the blood-god, (NO, not Khorne from warhammer)
Prologue: Vague and Foreshadowy Scenes
Disclaimer: I'm sorry Claimer, but because I don't own Ranma, I have to 'Dis' you. I'm serious. I really don't wanna do it but I have to dis you, so are you cool with that? Well I'm sorry but I have to do it anyway. You suck Claimer, Muah ha ha ha.
To quote a fan fiction author with really cool author's note, "I like being funny."
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(Seven to Eight years ago)
Saotome Genma was running, but of course that's not so surprising now is it? His son, Ranma, was a few steps behind him, laughing gleefully as he chased after his father.
As they rushed into the main road, the petty thief, Anything Goes's Master all most ran into a portly man and a young boy.
He stared at the pair, who was slightly nervous from being bowled over by a man weighing over hundred kilos, and a plan formed inside his balding head. He quietly followed them into a secluded alley and knocked them out with a blow to their necks.
"Whaccha doin Pop?" The boy asked him with grim facial expression, the boy was sure his father wouldn't hurt innocent people like that.
Genma quickly strip the unconscious pair down to their under wears and changed into their cloths. He gestured the boy to do the same while explaining quickly.
"Son, you know how we're runni... I mean playing tag with those people?"
The boy nodded as he pulled off his dirty formerly-white gi in exchange for the sleeping boy's white shirt and tie.
"Well... if we change our cloths it would make it harder for them to find us and tag us... It's Anything Goes's School of Tag's, SHIFTING ILLUSION Technique!" He finished triumphantly all the while mentally congratulating himself for coming up with a suitable name on the spot.
Thud Thud Thud
Sound of foot steps could be heard approaching.
"Where did they go?" A voice shouted out.
"I think they turned into this alley here."
Genma grabbed his son and with strength from years of training under the dreaded master, he pushed off the near by trash bin and leapt over a fifteen foot wall. As soon as they landed, Genma put a finger to his lips to indicate that they should be quiet. He held his breath as he waited for the mob of angry shopkeepers to bite the bait.
"Is that them?"
"I think so, but why are they unconscious?"
"Who knows, probably a divine retribution?"
"...what?"
"Never mind, let's just hand them over to the police."
Genma let out a sigh of relieve. Then he heard a voice from behind him said,
"Its' about time you've got here, we've been waiting for you."
Genma slowly turned around.
"How did you get all the way over here anyway? We were waiting for you at the main gate." The man who appeared to be in his late fifty asked them sounding slightly curious but not suspicious.
Using his well honed skill of observation, Genma quickly summarized the content of the paper the man was holding.
It was an entry form for a new student, one Yamatoshi Kei. A scholarship winner.
His cunning mind once again devised a planned that would put his son up for free education.
'mm... with Ranma boarding here I can have his portion of food and I can go to a bar!' The last thought opened up a world of possibilities. 'No more getting kicked out for bringing in a minor, why I could even..." His line of thought trail towards a something other than food. The balding man could feel his lust stirring as he remembered a certain strip bar they've ran pass earlier.
"I'm sorry Mr. Akimono." Genma said after a discrete glance to the name tag on the man's suit. "We got lost on the way here because my son, KEI," blinking furiously to his son, hoping he would catch on. "needed to go to the restroom."
"That's quite alright Mr. Yamatoshi. Now that you're here, we can fill out your son's entry form.
"Genma beckoned his bewildered son to follow as he accompanied the man into an opulently furnished room. After being seated, the petty-thief reached out to the pen-stand and swiftly pocketed four before selecting one to write with.
About ten minutes later it was done. While Mr. Akimono left the room to fill the details into the school database, Genma turned to his now extremely confused child and explained quietly.
"Son, I've decided that it's about time you start going to school."
Ranma was about to voice his protest on how he's a martial artist and that he has no use for school and such when his father assumed a serious expression. It silenced him.
"A martial artist's path is fraught with perils. Sometimes it takes you where you'd never expected (like the court of law) so it would be best if you're prepared for everything. This is one of the very core principles of Anything Goes."
Ranma, nine years old and gullible as you could get, nodded with renewed enthusiasm.
"Good, I'll see you at the end of the term." With that Genma left the boy in the care of the man and walked off. It his haste to a certain bar, the possibility that his uneducated nine years old could be found out never occurred to him.
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(Ten weeks later)
Genma sat in down nervously as he waited for Mr.Akimono to meet up with him. After the euphoria of being alone and the hangover had worn off he had thought a bit more about what he'd done. He knew that it was rather fatuous of him to expect his son to be able to perform at the level that he'd be mistaken for the other boy. This is why he'd stay away from the school. He knows that if they can find him they'd kicked the boy out from the school, but as long as he couldn't be contact, they would have no choice but to look after his son.
Now, however, it was time for them to leave and here the hard part. The explanation.
"Good afternoon Mr. Yamatoshi. I have unpleasant news for you regarding your son, Kei." The man began in an anxious tone. "You see, Kei's mental capacity is vastly different from other students in other level let alone his own. It pains me to say this but the school's board had decided that it would be best for Kei to study at another institution."
Genma played the role of angered father and quickly took Ranma before leaving the school.
'In some way I understand why he's so mad' Mr. Akimono silently thought. 'Not many parents have trouble finding school for their child because he's too smart for his peer and his teacher to comprehend.'
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Nerima Present days.
Ninomiya Hinako was and still is well known for her uncanny ability to, ahem, deal with all kinds of students especially the more notorious ones. She's also famous for her ability to drain battle aura but everyone knows that. (Right?) What no one knows, however, is that her IQ is over 160. She passed competency test for over dozens languages and knows her quantum physics like she was teaching the subject herself.
Bottom line is that she's a genius with several Diplomas and Awards to prove it.
But some time even a genius can be struck dumb and today was one of those days. She looked at the sheet in front of her; it was one of her student's last two years records of his test.
The fact that is was filled with Ds and Cs was hardly surprising. What was surprising, however, is that it forms a pattern.
"Whaa?" She mumbled quietly, her tone practically screamed confusion. Half and hour ago she was berating herself for being paranoid when she tried to decode the puzzling pattern that she thought she saw. Now? Now she was slumped tiredly in her chair and sitting in front of her was a function. A two lines long function that dictates the results of all his tests.
'It can't be a coincident that kind of odds are crazy. No, it has to be planned, but how? The most logical thing would be thathewrote out that code and deliberately chose to almost fail all of his test.' She tried of reasoned it out in her head but eventually it became too much and she decided to speak out loud.
"But how could a teenager least of all HIM to create something like that? If I wasn't particularly bored I would've missed it entirely and I'm a trained cryptographer." She yelled the last part out in frustration, an act which would've scared off most of the male population. To bad really, because she was in her younger form at the time so all she accomplish was just sounding like particularly whiny kid.
"mm..." She said calmly while tapping her chin. She calm down and assumed a look that would've made a certain ice-queen proud. "All I can do now is wait until he finished playing games. If he's as smart as I think he is he'll comes out of hiding eventually, after all, no secret can be kept forever."
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Well folk, it's done.
How is it? Bad, Horrible, Pathetic?
Well I wanna hear your comments. Review please. (Author uses Puppy dog eyes technique which didn't really work because he's a guy.)
Thank you my pre-reader…. Wait I don't have one. Damn….
Anyway Thank you Materia's Blade,I gonna make this public, you see when you reviewed me and made a harsh but true comments regarding my work I was gonna turn around and says "Shut up and write your own if you're so good at it!" Then I read your profile and your works…. It blew me away.
"So be it" people read it yet? Well it's definately worth your time.