Disclaimer: I don't own the character's from Ranma 1/2 and I don't own the
characters from Sailor Moon.
Please don't sue me.....
Wild Dragon
By Richard Sienkewicz
Chapter One - Leave Taking
It was a day like many others had at the cursed springs of Jusenkyou. The
sky was clear, birds were singing, the sun was shining, and two clueless fools
were getting themselves cursed. Well..... One clueless fool and one who was not
so clueless, but still followed the other anyway, which made him a bit of a fool
himself.
As the waters surrounded him, Ranma felt his body seem to twist this way
and that, reforming to fit some new shape. He began to get mad. "Damn Oyajii,"
he thought, "if he hadn't taken us here, he wouldn't have turned into a panda, I
wouldn't have gotten hit into this spring, and whatever's happening to me
wouldn't have happened. AUGH!!!"
The guide watched as the waters of the spring churned and boiled for
several seconds before a new shape shot out and landed on the ground nearby.
It was a lithe, reptilian form, predominantly red scales on its back and
sides with lines of silver appearing from time to time, a layer of bright silver
scales covering its belly, and a pair of wings that seemed to shimmer with an
unearthly light. It's teeth were bared in a snarl, and it gave off an aura of
power such as the guide had never felt before. It was also no more than two feet
long.
"Oyaji," it screamed, "come herrrre sssso I can kill you!!"
Genma turned and ran as fast as he could, with the diminutive reptile
hot on his tail as only a small, flying snake could be. He was so concentrated
on running, that it never noticed the blast of fire that caught up with him and
sent him into blissful unconsciousness. Well, as blissful as one can be with a
curse, and burns covering one's whole body.
The rather small fire-drake got a smug look on his face, and then paused
to take a look at himself. When his brain received the information that his eyes
had sent, it could not understand how this could have happened and promptly shut
down.
The guide came puffing up to the two prostrate figures, set the snake-like
creature on top of the panda, and then dragged them off towards his hut for the
standard explanation..... At least for the panda. The young customer's curse was
of a slightly different nature. Hs predecessor had mentioned the possibility of
such a curse and had left instructions for how to deal with the victim, but this
was the first time the guide would have to use them. Now where had he put that
chain and the muzzle???
-Later-
Ranma awoke to the sight of his father?? No.... That couldn't be his
father. His father wasn't a giant. Then again, everything here seemed to be so
big. Wait..... He remembered now. He had fallen into some weird spring and tuned
into a reptile. Ranma's world began to spin again as his brain, once more,
prepared to shut down from disbelief.
That, however, was when the guide began to speak, and Ranma focused on his
words. "Young sir has fallen into Spring of Drowned Dragon. Those who fall in
spring, take shape of dragon. Normal curse turns back and forth with cold and
hot water. This not so for most victims of Spring of Drowned Dragon. When you
leave pool, you also heat water. Temperature of spring determine whether hot or
cold water activate curse. Since you cursed with both hot and cold, you no can
turn back, like young sir's father."
The guide quickly realized the use of the chains and muzzle, when the
small dragon began to thrash around and small flames and smoke began to emit
from wherever they could along his closed jaw. It turned towards the honored
guest with the panda curse, and it's eyes promised severe pain as soon as it was
free.
The guide spoke up again, "Please, young sir, calm down!! It said that
dragons able to take shape of human. This one does not know how. Maybe in time
young sir will figure out, yes? In meanwhile, promise not to kill honored
customer?"
Ranma stopped struggling, and forced himself to calm down. If there was a
way to fix the curse, he would find it. That didn't mean that he had to stay
with his idiot father, though. He turned to the guide and reluctantly nodded in
agreement to the guide that he would not kill the stupid panda. After all, he
was a guest here, and it would be impolite to leave a charred carcass in his
host's house.
After the guide had unbound him, Ranma began to speak. His voice sounded
like no more than a hissing whisper, but it was clearly audible nonetheless.
"Why am I ssso sssmall?"
"Young sir fell into spring of drowned dragon. Cursed spring only change
body, not change age. Young Sir turn into dragon of same age. Since dragon live
much longer than man, Young Sir turn into VERY young dragon. This one thinks
young sir turn into child dragon. Young Sir may expect to feel and act odd for
some time, until young sir gets used to new body. Dragon age very slowly. Young
Sir will remain child-dragon for long time."
As Ranma turned to Genma and scoweled the Air temperature in the room
seemed to raise several degrees. He then began to speak again. "Thisssss issss
all yourrrr fault, Old Man. You arrre no longerrrr my fatherrrr. I am no
longerrrr your son. Farrre well and good riddenccce." At that, he turned towards
the door, and flew off. It only occurred to him several miles later that he was
actually flying. While abrupt landing after the fall was quite painful, it
reminded him that stopping and examining one's wings while several hundred feet
up is NOT a good thing.... Especially when one is inexperienced at actually
flying.
-later-
As he savored the taste of the rabbit that he had tracked down for lunch,
Ranma began to ponder his situation. He, of course, could not remain Saotome
Ranma... Not after he had rejected his father. He needed a new name. Something
appropriate to his new form. Hmmmmm... Hino Ryu, "Dragon of Fire." That sounded
like a good name to take...... Now, if he could only figure out what that
strange mental tug to the East was all about...
Author's note: Hehehehehe.... i think that most of you can easily guess where
the connection between the series will be. While I am planning on using the
reincarnation bit with Ranma, I will NOT make Ranma a re-incarnated
brother/lover/husband/knight/rival/odd senshi. You'll just have to wait and see
who/what he's a reincarnation of. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Well, maybe I'll
tell..... If you ask nicely. Oh, a slight explanation for Ranma's speech in this
chapter is required. The structure of his mouth and throat has just changed
drastically. It'll take him a while to get used to the changes. Until then, I
figure his speech would be a bit, err, accented. There will be a slight time
lapse between this chapter and the next, so he will have adapted to that by
then. I might have his speech revert during times of extreme stress, though.
Special thanks go to John Surber (for suggesting the title), Yasuhei (for making
a suggestion or two on the writing of the fic), and Bambi (for suggestions, and
for agreeing to host my fic).
This fic can be found at http://www.crosswinds.net/~salee
C&C can be sent to [email protected]
Flames will be used to fuel Ranma in the following chapters.
characters from Sailor Moon.
Please don't sue me.....
Wild Dragon
By Richard Sienkewicz
Chapter One - Leave Taking
It was a day like many others had at the cursed springs of Jusenkyou. The
sky was clear, birds were singing, the sun was shining, and two clueless fools
were getting themselves cursed. Well..... One clueless fool and one who was not
so clueless, but still followed the other anyway, which made him a bit of a fool
himself.
As the waters surrounded him, Ranma felt his body seem to twist this way
and that, reforming to fit some new shape. He began to get mad. "Damn Oyajii,"
he thought, "if he hadn't taken us here, he wouldn't have turned into a panda, I
wouldn't have gotten hit into this spring, and whatever's happening to me
wouldn't have happened. AUGH!!!"
The guide watched as the waters of the spring churned and boiled for
several seconds before a new shape shot out and landed on the ground nearby.
It was a lithe, reptilian form, predominantly red scales on its back and
sides with lines of silver appearing from time to time, a layer of bright silver
scales covering its belly, and a pair of wings that seemed to shimmer with an
unearthly light. It's teeth were bared in a snarl, and it gave off an aura of
power such as the guide had never felt before. It was also no more than two feet
long.
"Oyaji," it screamed, "come herrrre sssso I can kill you!!"
Genma turned and ran as fast as he could, with the diminutive reptile
hot on his tail as only a small, flying snake could be. He was so concentrated
on running, that it never noticed the blast of fire that caught up with him and
sent him into blissful unconsciousness. Well, as blissful as one can be with a
curse, and burns covering one's whole body.
The rather small fire-drake got a smug look on his face, and then paused
to take a look at himself. When his brain received the information that his eyes
had sent, it could not understand how this could have happened and promptly shut
down.
The guide came puffing up to the two prostrate figures, set the snake-like
creature on top of the panda, and then dragged them off towards his hut for the
standard explanation..... At least for the panda. The young customer's curse was
of a slightly different nature. Hs predecessor had mentioned the possibility of
such a curse and had left instructions for how to deal with the victim, but this
was the first time the guide would have to use them. Now where had he put that
chain and the muzzle???
-Later-
Ranma awoke to the sight of his father?? No.... That couldn't be his
father. His father wasn't a giant. Then again, everything here seemed to be so
big. Wait..... He remembered now. He had fallen into some weird spring and tuned
into a reptile. Ranma's world began to spin again as his brain, once more,
prepared to shut down from disbelief.
That, however, was when the guide began to speak, and Ranma focused on his
words. "Young sir has fallen into Spring of Drowned Dragon. Those who fall in
spring, take shape of dragon. Normal curse turns back and forth with cold and
hot water. This not so for most victims of Spring of Drowned Dragon. When you
leave pool, you also heat water. Temperature of spring determine whether hot or
cold water activate curse. Since you cursed with both hot and cold, you no can
turn back, like young sir's father."
The guide quickly realized the use of the chains and muzzle, when the
small dragon began to thrash around and small flames and smoke began to emit
from wherever they could along his closed jaw. It turned towards the honored
guest with the panda curse, and it's eyes promised severe pain as soon as it was
free.
The guide spoke up again, "Please, young sir, calm down!! It said that
dragons able to take shape of human. This one does not know how. Maybe in time
young sir will figure out, yes? In meanwhile, promise not to kill honored
customer?"
Ranma stopped struggling, and forced himself to calm down. If there was a
way to fix the curse, he would find it. That didn't mean that he had to stay
with his idiot father, though. He turned to the guide and reluctantly nodded in
agreement to the guide that he would not kill the stupid panda. After all, he
was a guest here, and it would be impolite to leave a charred carcass in his
host's house.
After the guide had unbound him, Ranma began to speak. His voice sounded
like no more than a hissing whisper, but it was clearly audible nonetheless.
"Why am I ssso sssmall?"
"Young sir fell into spring of drowned dragon. Cursed spring only change
body, not change age. Young Sir turn into dragon of same age. Since dragon live
much longer than man, Young Sir turn into VERY young dragon. This one thinks
young sir turn into child dragon. Young Sir may expect to feel and act odd for
some time, until young sir gets used to new body. Dragon age very slowly. Young
Sir will remain child-dragon for long time."
As Ranma turned to Genma and scoweled the Air temperature in the room
seemed to raise several degrees. He then began to speak again. "Thisssss issss
all yourrrr fault, Old Man. You arrre no longerrrr my fatherrrr. I am no
longerrrr your son. Farrre well and good riddenccce." At that, he turned towards
the door, and flew off. It only occurred to him several miles later that he was
actually flying. While abrupt landing after the fall was quite painful, it
reminded him that stopping and examining one's wings while several hundred feet
up is NOT a good thing.... Especially when one is inexperienced at actually
flying.
-later-
As he savored the taste of the rabbit that he had tracked down for lunch,
Ranma began to ponder his situation. He, of course, could not remain Saotome
Ranma... Not after he had rejected his father. He needed a new name. Something
appropriate to his new form. Hmmmmm... Hino Ryu, "Dragon of Fire." That sounded
like a good name to take...... Now, if he could only figure out what that
strange mental tug to the East was all about...
Author's note: Hehehehehe.... i think that most of you can easily guess where
the connection between the series will be. While I am planning on using the
reincarnation bit with Ranma, I will NOT make Ranma a re-incarnated
brother/lover/husband/knight/rival/odd senshi. You'll just have to wait and see
who/what he's a reincarnation of. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Well, maybe I'll
tell..... If you ask nicely. Oh, a slight explanation for Ranma's speech in this
chapter is required. The structure of his mouth and throat has just changed
drastically. It'll take him a while to get used to the changes. Until then, I
figure his speech would be a bit, err, accented. There will be a slight time
lapse between this chapter and the next, so he will have adapted to that by
then. I might have his speech revert during times of extreme stress, though.
Special thanks go to John Surber (for suggesting the title), Yasuhei (for making
a suggestion or two on the writing of the fic), and Bambi (for suggestions, and
for agreeing to host my fic).
This fic can be found at http://www.crosswinds.net/~salee
C&C can be sent to [email protected]
Flames will be used to fuel Ranma in the following chapters.