KNIGHT

GUARD

A Ranma ½/Slayers/Sailor Moon Crossover Fanfiction

By Underlord Backlash

Disclaimer: I do not own Ranma ½, Slayers, Sailor Moon, or any of their characters. They all belong to their respective owners

Part 1

"Enter the Gaijin"

A lone figure stood atop a hill near the outskirts of Nerima just after sunset. He pulled down the hood on his travelling cloak and let out a deep breath. He raised his head to look at the city area before him. "Hmm, let's check for any talent." The boy flung off the cloak, unshouldered the large backpack he was carrying, and lay down his staff. He then took a deep breath and assumed a meditating position. He expanded his chi, sending out tendrils of searching energy through Nerima.

'Hmm, it looks like the imprints of seventeen sources of strong chi: seven males, six female…and four animals?' The boy paused in his thoughts and stood up. He raised a hand to his face and rubbed his chin in contemplation. 'Some of the sources seem to overlap too, three male to animal, one female to animal, and even one male to female. How can that be?' As a crash of thunder resounded over the hillside, and rain began to pour, the boy dropped his head. "Jusenkyo."

***

A small white puppy trotted through the darkness of the alleys of Nerima, a kettle hanging from its jaw. A sound of wood on stone caused it to pause in its tracks, ears twitching and eyes darting every direction. After a sound that could only have been a canine snort of indignation, the kettle was placed on the ground. The puppy turned towards a stone wall, looked up, and proceeded to bow. Cologne hopped down from the wall and acknowledged the bow with a nod. "I felt your search. The others most likely noticed as well, but none of them, except that birdbrain Mousse, have met you before. Here, take this and be about your business." She produced a kettle of her own, this one steaming, and exchanged it with the puppy's. "Welcome to Nerima gaijin." With a brief nod she bounded off on her cane. The puppy took the kettle and raced out of town just as the sun peaked over the horizon.

***

Ranma was struggling to stay awake during homeroom, well, struggling more than usual. That weird dream from a few nights ago had kept him awake at night, wondering what had happened. 'Just great. Now that kawaiikune tomboy's food makes me sick while I'm asleep too.' However, so as not to risk detention and miss lunch, he managed to sit up straight for roll call.

The teacher stood up at his desk and cleared his throat. "Class, we have a new student." An equal amount of sounds of interest and of groans were heard. The teacher walked over to the door and opened it. "Please welcome Terence McCarron from America." In walked a well-built caucasian with ear-length brown hair and brown eyes, wearing a pair of black pants and a white button-down shirt. Terence stepped to the center of the classroom and bowed deeply. He smiled and said, "I'm very pleased to be here, and hope to become good friends with all of you." His statement prompted a swoon from several females in the class, causing Terence to turn a shade of deep crimson.

"McCarron, why don't you sit…in the back by the window," said the sensei pointing in that direction. Terence nodded and rushed to his seat, sweatdropping and blushing even deeper as some of the girls continued to watch him. However, as he walked over he emitted a brief but intense aura of chi, invisible to anyone who didn't know how to look for it.

Ranma knew how to look for it.

***

Terence breathed deep, ran his hand through his hair, and entered the Furinkan High gym. He was missing his favorite subject, lunch, for this. He hoped someone would be gracious enough to respond. 'Let's see, shorts, check, tanktop, check, pendant, check, barefoot, check, world class fighting ability, no need to check.' He gathered his energy and floated up and over to the center of the gym. From there he released a pulse of chi that anyone in range, with enough fighting ability of course, would hear his emotional message: "I'm looking for a challenge." Five minds picked up the message: a violent boy-hater, an egoistic kendo master, a temperamental yet ravishing okinomiyaki chef, a young girl who was currently busy grading papers, and a certain pig-tailed individual.

Ranma, Akane, Ukyou, and Kunou all paused in the middle of their lunches, set them aside, and hurried to the gym. (Hinako-san was too busy with her work.) The bulk of their classmates followed them, curious as to what was going on. They all entered the gym just as Terence landed on the floor. "Any takers?" Terence grinned at the four warriors.

Kunou stepped forward and pointed his bokken at Terence. "I, Tatewaki Kunou, Blue Thunder of Furinkan High, and captain of its kendo team, accept your challenge Terence McCarron! Prepare to defend yourself. But first," Kunou gestured to one of his lackeys. "Would you be so brave as to challenge me blade to blade?" A member of the kendo team rushed over to Terence and held out a bokken.

Terence raised one eyebrow and picked up the weapon. "Uh, sure, why not?" He thought to himself, 'Time to see if all those lessons from Great-Grandpa Zel have paid off.' He ran his free hand through his hair and then made a gesture of bring-it-on to Kunou. "Let's dance."

Kunou charged at Terence and slashed towards his midsection, but found nothing but air. A tap on the shoulder caused him to turn around, to find himself at arms-length from Terence, who was smiling slyly. "Stand and fight cur!" Kunou hurled himself at Terence again, who neatly sidestepped the thrust and made several tags on Kunou, leaving tears on his outfit. Enraged, Kunou began a vicious series of slashes at Terence, who deftly slipped underneath him, kicking him in the rear, sending him face first into the wall. Terence chuckled to himself as Kunou pulled himself out of the wall.

Terence whirled around to find that Kunou had snuck up on him and was about to slash him down the middle. Terence barely dodged, leaving him still in one piece but with his tank top slashed. He leaped away, hurled away the scrap of cloth that had been his shirt, (which his newly acquired female cheering section swarmed on), and fingered the bright red bruise going down his chest. 'Too close. Time to end this.'

Gathering his strength, Terence sped towards Kunou and began spinning around. "Greywords Bloodline Special Attack: SABER CYCLONE!!" His speed increased to point where he and Kunou were both enwrapped in a vortex of wind. Students watching the fight grabbed onto doors and each other to keep from being pulled in. Ranma, Ukyou, and Akane held their ground.

Suddenly, after several loud smacks, Kunou's limp form was hurled out of the vortex. The wind dissipated and Terence stood wobbling where the cyclone had been centered. "Looks like he wins," Ranma said to himself. 'Who is this gaijin? That definitely wasn't chi that he used.' His attention was drawn back to Terence, who was stumbling around as if drunk. "I guess that's why Great-Grandpa Zel didn't like to use that attack," slurred Terence as he walked into a wall and collapsed. As Terence's cheering section rushed over to attend to him, he scrambled to his feet and fled into the boys' locker room in terror.

Inside the locker room, Terence was counting how many ways he was likely to die, once Great Grandma Lina and Great Grandpa Zelgadiss found out he had used magic against a normal human. "I should've just transferred into Juuban with cousin Usagi…That reminds me, I have to spend some time with her anyway."