The Kitsune Trainer

Authors Notes- I got this idea in church. I'll just do what Bunji the Wolf does, write what I feel like when I feel like it.

Also, the starter WILL be Pikachu, but I'm adding a twist I'VE never seen in any Pokémon story before, although the basic concept I've seen in several stories, just not on a Pokémon.

Lets see if anyone can guess it! Just for fun!

Also, my entire party is planned out, but I'm having Eevee evolve into a Leafeon via Leaf Stone. I know that isn't how it works. I don't care.

If I accidentally call Ranma "Naruto" tell me so I can change it. I'm reading a bunch of those at the moment, and it's very possible that I'll do that.

Chapter One

The Kitsune-Ken

Genma Saotome sighed as he looked over the rack of martial arts training manuals, trying to find a good one to uh… borrow, yea, borrow, that had an ultimate style in it. He'd looked several months, but a tip had sent him here, claiming that the manuals all had ultimate techniques. He randomly reached out and grabbed a book.

It was small and yellow, and had a small picture of a wild-looking cat on it. The title read Neko-Ken.

Neko-Ken

The Neko-Ken is said to be the second best among martial arts styles, second only to the Kitsune-Ken. It is a master style designed to imprint the battle reflexes and ferocity of a cat into the user. Please take note that the participant has a high chance of dying.

To train in the Neko-Ken, the participant must be between the ages of six and ten, and not have any attachment to felines of any type. First, you must dig a large pit large enough to comfortably fit the young child and about thirty cats. Then take the cats and starve them for a time between one and two weeks. Then, wrap the child in fish products and throw into the pit. Cover the pit until all the food is gone. Repeat as needed until the child learns the technique.

Genma slid the booklet into his pocket as he grumbled. "Second best? Bah. The best must be here somewhere." Lo and behold, it was three shelves down under a 'Rock Fist Martial Arts' booklet, which he skipped over.

The Kitsune-Ken

The Kitsune-Ken is renown as the best fighting style in the world. It is very similar to the Neko-Ken in appearance, technique, and abilities. It is a master style designed to imprint the speed and craftiness of a fox into the user. Please take note that the participant has a high chance of dying.

To train in the Kitsune-Ken, the participant must be between the ages of six and ten, and not have any attachment to foxes of any type. First, you must dig a large pit large enough to comfortably fit the young child and about thirty foxes. Then take the foxes and starve them for a time between one and two weeks. Then, wrap the child in meat products and throw into the pit. Cover the pit until all the food is gone. Repeat as needed until the child learns the technique.

Genma pocketed the booklet and started to creep out towards the exit as he got an idea that would, unknowingly, alter the destiny of a reality full of cute, furry little animals with elemental affinities.

'If the Neko-Ken is the second best, and the Kitsune-Ken is the best, then if I combine the two, I'll have the best style in existence! I must find some cats and foxes. I only hope the kid appreciates what I'm about to do for him.'

He slipped out the door, stolen materials safely in hand.

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A seven year old Ranma screamed and wished to die as his father threw him back into the pit for the god-knows-how-many-ith time in as many days. He claimed he was learning a new technique. Ranma had to disagree.

Ranma had always been a smart kid. Well, at least as smart as one could get given the circumstances. He had a huge thirst for any new knowledge, training or otherwise. He never showed his father, though. He'd tried once, and his father had beat him black and… blacker, actually, trying to 'beat that sissy concept out of him'. It hadn't worked, but he allowed his father to believe it had.

Sadly, there wasn't too much he could learn, but that never stopped him from looking. Right now, though, he was sure that this was an insanity technique or a torture method. He wasn't sure which. Sadly, he could feel that, each time his father threw him into the pit, his respect and support for the man dwindled to the point that it was all but gone at the moment. He could also feel that, as each set of jaws and each set of claws tore into his flesh, his sanity was slipping away. He knew it wasn't long until he finally lost all of it, and he just hoped that he'd be able to return to his current state.

Unseen to him, as the last grip on his sanity was lost, and the fear of both cats and foxes imprinted itself on his psyche for the next several years, a pair of kits, no older than one year, sat in the corner slowly dying. These two young foxes were sisters, and were, despite them believed to be stupid animals, some of the smartest of their breeds. They realized what was happening every time they attacked the poor young boy, how it wasn't worth it. So, instead of attacking, like the other foxes and the cats, which were injuring each other in a mad attempt to get the food, they decided to slowly starve, trying to do their best for the boy.

At the same time they died, they left their bodies and entered Ranma's, instead of moving on to where ever fox souls go. They entered his psyche and attempted to help him keep his sanity. This would ALSO help create a legend in another dimension, but neither of them knew this.

Sadly, even though the bond helped to give Ranma a way to return to his sanity and decreased his fear of foxes, (the cat fear they could do nothing about) Ranma still slipped into darkness as his mind split into several fragments, one human male, one human female, one cat, and one fox, amongst others. At the moment, the feline and the cat shared dominance, while the human female had itself locked away, not to be awoken until a faithful day in a cursed training ground in China.

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Genma panted as he chased after his newly cat-and-fox-ified child, all the while swearing about his 'good-for-nothing, dishonorable, ungrateful son'. He really had no place to talk, even though once Ranma had gotten out of the pit, he'd attacked him, causing him to take several bleeding gashes.

Finding his son wasn't hard. All he had to do was follow the blessedly empty streets lined with shredded fences, trees, and house walls until he found him. And find him he did.

His son was currently curled up in the lap of a little old lady on her porch at the end of the street. She wasn't anything special to look at, just your classic sixty-year old lady with the white hair and wrinkled eyes. Genma was hiding in the bushes on the other side of the street when she started talking.

"I know you are there. I take it this boy is yours. Well, go away. I recognize the signs here. If I don't help this child, he'll go permanently insane and possibly die within the next few years. Come back in five days."

She turned to look at him, revealing eyes that were blue, but Genma could have sworn they flashed red for a moment. Sweating bullets, he turned and ran, all the while thinking about how genius he was to 'trick' the old lady into feeding the ungrateful boy for the next few days.

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The next five days were completely uneventful for Genma, besides him being chased by several mobs, stealing from at least ten stores, and catching wind of, in his completely worthless opinion, the perfect training ground. For Ranma… it was a little more eventful.

On the fifth day he woke up to see the face of a kind old lady looking at him. He'd been unconscious the entire time. She took him into the house and fed him, before asking what had happened. He told her everything since his father started this trip, with her taking on a look of thought as he went on.

"Tell me, Ranma, do you respect your father and his views?" the old lady asked.

Now it was Ranma's turn to adopt a look of thoughtfulness. At first, he was going to say 'yes' but then stopped. Did he really? Sure, his father was the only direct influence he had, but still. If he was doing good, why would all those people try to hurt them? And he was sure that the thing with the cats was illegal. He finally came to his conclusion.

"I did, at one time. Now, I don't. I'm seriously starting to question his sanity." The old lady nodded.

"Ranma, I'm old. I doubt I have much time left. Now, I must know. Do you wish to learn what I can teach you?"

Ranma nodded. Not because his father told him 'Never turn down a chance to learn new things', but because even being insane couldn't squash his need to learn things. She grinned, like a giant weight was taken off her shoulders. In a way, it was. She'd found an heir, an apprentice. She walked over to a book-shelf and pulled out one of the oldest books Ranma had ever seen.

It was a dark green in color, and the pages were so old they were yellow and crumbling. The cover was amazing. There were words that had been written in white at one time, but age had worn away the color, until nothing was left. Embedded in the center of the thick cover was a gem that seemed to shift colors with the reflection of the light, not staying any one color for more than a few seconds.

She handed him the book, and he looked at it in awe. Delicately opening the book, as if it would crumble to dust with the slightest wrong move, he tried to get a good look at one of the pages. On the first page was a small circle, about the size of a U. S. quarter. He looked back at the old lady.

"The name of that book was lost several years ago. It's a special book. Like training manuals, it will teach you about types of fighting. However, the most common type in that book is Magic. To get started, simply press your finger on the circle." She smiled at him again. Shrugging, he reached down, and pressed his index finger onto the circle.

Suddenly, he felt a slight pain on his finger-tip, and pulled off the page to see that it had cut him. He looked back down to see the blood on the page being absorbed. Suddenly, the book started to glow.

When the glowing died, the book had changed very little on the outside. The words had completely vanished, and the pages looked like they were brand new. The dark, faded green was now a crimson red. Inside it had changed more.

As mentioned, all the pages looked brand new. The first page, right below the circle, read, 'Property of Ranma Saotome.' Ranma grinned and flipped the book open to the first page, which was a table of contents.

Table of Contents.

Introduction

Getting Started

The Source of Magic

Black Magic
… Curses and Summons
… Offensive Spells

Shamanistic Magic
… Air Spells
… Earth Spells
… Fire Spells
… Spirit Spells
… Water Spells

White Magic

Martial Arts Styles
...Hidden Light: Locked. To Unlock, You Must Know the Key to Hidden Light
...Silent Assassin
...Dragons Fang

'Table of Contents' was written in Green ink, 'Introduction' was written in blue ink, and the rest were written in black ink. Not really understanding it too much, Ranma kept going on.

Ranma started to flip to the first few pages, before the lady said something. "Not here, boy. Wait until you leave. Your father will be here soon. Now, remember, tell nobody about this book. Only you can see it. Now, learn all you can, and make me proud." Suddenly, Ranma heard his father's voice.

"Alright, you old hag! It's been five days. Give me back my son." Ranma started to run towards the door, before realizing he never thanked the woman, or even learned her name. but when he turned back, what he saw shocked him.

The room, which had been well furnished, books on the shelves, tables, a few chairs, and curtains, was all bare. There wasn't a single scrap of material anywhere, and the bookshelves were all empty. The old lady was no-where to be found.

Slightly creeped out, Ranma just grabbed his pack by the door and slid the book in before running outside to meet with his good-for-nothing father.

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The next nine years passed slowly for Ranma. Between his father's torturous training and trying to sleep, Ranma didn't get too much time to actually look at the book. Well, that was until he'd found that his father couldn't stay awake for very long if he slipped something in his drinks. He wasn't sure what it was, just that it had appeared in his pack one day. After that, he'd had plenty of time to practice, as his father would sleep right through a bolt of lightning.

He should know. He tried when he was fourteen.

He'd learned some cool stuff from the books, but it was slow going, mainly because before he could even start, he'd need to separate his life energy into both Ki, which is what most martial artists used in their fighting, and Mana, the basis of all magic. That had taken three years.

It was all explained in the chapters of the book. He found that most of the book in the table of contents had black ink. It had explained in the introduction that the color of the ink signified things. If the ink was written in green ink, the contents had been learned. If it was in blue, the contents were there, but unable to be learned. If it was in black, the pages were blank.

He found he could unlock more content by reading and mastering what he didn't have. He'd had to read all of the information in the three sections, Introduction, Getting Started, and The Source of Magic, before any of the spells even became available to him. Somehow, he wasn't quite sure, the book KNEW if he understood what he read or not. He'd had to read 'The Source of Magic' three times to understand it before the book would let him move on.

After that, things went a lot easier. He couldn't explain it exactly, but it seemed like a lot of the spells he already knew. But that was silly, wasn't it? After all, he'd never seen any of these spells before. So there was no way that he'd know them, right?

At first, he was tempted to just learn the flashier spells, the ones that made a huge bang and looked really cool at the same time, but squelched that line of thought. After all, flashy moves were nice, but a master had to know EVERYTHING, not just the flashy moves, although he had to admit, he found Dragon Slave to be his favorite.

And, even though he seemed to be much better at this than the book said he was, on par with the original authors, even… somebody named Lina Inverse ("Where have I heard that name?" He thought the first time he saw it) in terms of magical strength, he originally had some problems learning the white magic spells, but he did manage to learn most of them. He also started carrying around a small dagger to use in his 'Shadow Snap' spell, hidden in a small holder on his left arm. He used some spells, but none of them were around his father, and none were detectable unless you knew what to look for. He was very careful to never let his father know about the book.

In time, his father had to drag him off to one last place before he was supposed to go visit some friends of his in Japan. Unknown to both of them, Ranma would never make it.

CHAPTER END