The Secret Origin of Kimiko Tendo

By Sara T. Fontanini

Chapter 1: Reincarnation

Ranma gazed, reverently, at what sat before him.

It had taken a lot of time, blood, sweat and tears to journey around collecting the pieces of the artifact. And to do so without arousing suspicion from the others had only made things harder. But now, after what seemed like an eternity, he had the Mirror of Desire.

He clenched his eyes shut, focusing hard on his wish. Soon, he would no longer suffer.

He had come across it in a book that Cologne was reading. He leafed through it, discreetly, while she was away and the other two were busy. He was hoping to find a cure for his curse, but what he saw did far more than that.

He tried to push it out of his mind. Surely he didn't need something like that, not to deal with his problem? But, he never could get it out of his mind, and it soon became unbearable.

And so, he eventually relented and went after it. As it turned out, the Mirror was shattered, its pieces scattered throughout Japan. And so, he spent a week or so searching for each piece.

It had taken him half a year, and now it was finally happening.

He opened his eyes, and looked deeply into the Mirror. His reflection bowed.

"I have heard your wish." The reflection, or more acurately spirit, said clamly. "It is a pretty complex one, and it won't just affect you. Are you prepared for the consequences, should it be granted?"

Ranma nodded, his expression that of determination. "Yes. I can't just live like this anymore. And I think that this is the only way."

The Spirit of the Mirror bowed again. "Very well then. Ranma Saotome, I have seen into your heart, and know what it is that you truly desire of me. I shall grant your wish for happiness."

The mirror glowed, and Ranma felt as if he was melting as he was sucked inside.

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Ranma looked around himself. He was no longer in the cave, but in a hospital bed.

"What happened?" He said. Judging from his voice, he was in female form.

A nurse smiled down at the cursed boy. "You were in an accident, miss. Fortunately, you didn't suffer any serious injuries, nor the driver. You should be out of here in a few days miss Hasegawa."

Ranma sighed in exasperration. 'So, that was all a dream then, and my wish wasn't granted.' And then, something the nurse said registered, and the cursed boy stared at her in shock. "H-Hasegawa!?"

The nurse blinked. "Why, yes, that is your name isn't it?"

"G-get me a mirror." Ranma said shakily, her face pale.

"Certainly." The nurse aquiesed, confused. A couple minutes later, she came back, handing the mirror over to the pale martial artist.

Ranma stared, white as a ghost, at the face that stared back at her. It looked nothing like her cursed form, and it certainly wasn't her normal form. For one thing, she seemed to be in her twenties, and she had long, light brown hair. Her eyes were strangely silvery. She seemed quite....pretty.

"Are you all right miss?" The nurse asked, noting the anxiety in the patient's face.

Ranma turned to her, and tried to explain her behaviour. "I....I don't remember anything. I was scared, not knowing who I am. So, I asked for the mirror to see.....myself, hoping to jog some sorta memory."

The nurse gasped. "You have amnesia!?"

Ranma nodded. "I...suppose I do. Must've...must've been the accident."

The nurse regained her composure, and nodded. "It's very likely. I better inform the doctor, and your family." The nurse turned away, getting on with her task. "Strange though, your tests didn't show any sign of brain damage."

Ranma sighed when the woman was gone. She knew what was going on.

It seemed that her wish HAD been granted after all, just not in the way she had expected.

She had wished for a new life, a way to escape from the constant torture that was her life. She just could no longer stand the fiancees, the rivals and the other crap. Especially Akane.

She was hoping to fix it all up, a quick cure-all to her curse, her fiancees, everything.

What she got was a literal new life. The only problem was she didn't who she was, who her friends and family were, where she was, and what happened to her old life.

Ranma held herself, anxiety growing. For once in her life, she was scared. And it had nothing to do with cats.

She was scared of what was going to become of her now, with such an unfamiliar situation.

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It seemed that her family consisted of her mother, Sayaka, and her sister, Akane. Her mother (Who seemed to be in her late forties and had greying black hair, and wore a black blouse and grey dress) fussed over her, worrying over her health, threatening to demand compensation from the driver who caused the accident. Akane (who had a slightly athletic build, wore jeans and a tight T-shirt and had medium length hair that was a darker shade of brown), unlike the other Akane that Ranma had gotten to know, was supportive, and had expressed a desire to help her sister and to be there for her. Ranma smiled at this, having never experienced such heartfelt compassion. She even hugged her new sibling, crying.

"Thank you." She said.

Akane hugged the other woman back, smiling herself. "You're welcome, Kimiko."

And just like that, Ranma Saotome discovered her name.

She was Kimiko Hasegawa, from that moment onwards.

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I'm so sorry for the shortness. I'll try and fix that in future chapters, hopefully.

We shall see Kimiko's life as it develops from here, with a few timeskips now and then. And, just so you know, this is set in the past. I'm just not sure on a suitable timeframe (but definately a few years before Kasumi is born.).

You can probably guess what's going to happen now, if you're paying attention. If not, then I shan't spoil the surprise.

I realise that I have placed a lofty project on my hands, and I hope I can do the story justice. If not, then I apologise in advance.

I hope you are intrigued, and that you look forward to future installments. Until next time, enjoy my work, and please comment! (I know some of you don't like it when an author asks for reviews, but I really want to hear from ya, and this is the only way I know to ensure I get something)