A note before we begin:
The first fanfiction I ever read was Dire Fates by RpM. I heard about it 
from a friend and got a copy of it. I fell off my chair laughing.
That was last year. My preferences for good fanfiction haven't changed 
all that much, but my favorite titles have. No offence, people, 'cause 
Dire Fates is still high on the list. My top two favorites as of this 
specific moment in time are Mirrors Multiplied by Jared Ornstead and 
Just Won't Die by Jeff 'OneShot' Wong. If you've read them before, 
you'll notice that both are similar to a certain degree. One emphasizes 
the crossover part of mega-crossover more than the other, but that's 
fine because the other makes up for it with storyline. 
I like to read crossovers more than other fanfics because it seems to me 
while I know the storylines of a lot of manga, I don't feel quite at 
home with them. Every series has its good and bad points, and crossovers 
are the perfect way to get a good balance. Which is not to say that 
crossovers are better in any way as compared to other fanfiction. 
They're just my personal favorites. 
So I've read Mirrors Multiplied, and I've read Just Won't Die (And mind 
you, I've also read Undocumented Features and Together Again, but they 
didn't rate quite as high on my list of favorites. Nothing personal. 
Just that there were too many series' used that I didn't recognize. And 
NO, I do not claim to use widely recognized series' in my fanfiction. 
Guess that's a little hypocritical.) and I liked them a lot. So I added 
two and two, pinched in a little sugar and salt, mixed it up and 
got...well, two again. Enjoy!

C&C welcome. Anybody want to edit this for me?
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Notes: The events that occur in EVA: Rebirth and Air/End are ignored by 
the author because he can't think through them once without being put 
into a straight-jacket. Similarly, all events that occur after the 
introduction of the Namban Mirror in the Ranma 1/2 anime continuity 
never happened to the Ranma we meet in this series. 
Lots of other things have, and for his own reasons, the author chooses 
not to reveal these events as of this time.

Disclaimer: Anything and everything that doesn't look like it was drawn 
up by crude and clumsy hands belong to somebody else. Can't remember all 
their names, so you'll have to guess.
And don't sue me! I ain't writing this for commercial purposes!

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Revelations
Prelude
A Ranma 1/2 Crossover
written by Chad Yang
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"Thank you everyone," he said as he woke.
The sound of the waves answered. 
He sighed. He had been shown hope, even if in a dream. The dream was not 
true, but hope was. He rose from the stone he'd been sitting on and 
looked out on to the sunset, across the lake. .A few last tears came to 
his eyes as he studied the buildings that protruded from the water.
He wiped them away with his forearm.
A soft whistling came to his ears from above.
"Kaworu-kun?"
He looked in the direction the sound came from. A pigtailed girl, in a 
red Chinese shirt and pants, sat on the tip of one of the fallen 
buildings, the one where Kaworu used to sit. She looked his age.
"I suppose you've heard that song before," said the girl.
Shinji nodded, a bit disappointed.
The girl jumped down from the height.
"Do you like to travel?" The girl asked.
"Um . . . I suppose," said Shinji, unable to decide what exactly to do.
He hadn't noticed it before, but the girl's hair was red, redder than 
Asuka's. "Must've been the sunset," he thought to himself.
The girl came closer to him, as if examining his face. He blushed.
"Hmm . . . you'll do."
". . . W-What?"
"I want company on my trips," said the girl. She smiled. "My name's 
Oririel. What's yours?"
"Sh-Shinji," he replied.
"Shinji?" 
"Y-Yes."
"No need to stutter like that," she said, still smiling. "You . . . want 
to travel with me?"
Shinji stared at her, quiet. The waves crashed.
"But . . . are you traveling alone?"
"Yes."
He looked away and was silent. 
"Is there something wrong," she asked.
"You're a girl . . . and I'm a boy. Aren't you worried?"
"Well . . . not really. You don't look like the type."
Shinji turned beat-red.
"B-But you don't know me," he said. "And there would be people worried 
about me."
She kissed him on the cheek.
"Don't worry."
And there was a flash of light. 

Shinji opened his eyes. 
"Where am I?"
He looked about and recognized the buildings.
"This is Tokyo-3. Before the . . ."
"Before it was destroyed."
He turned around and saw the girl.
"Wh-Who are you?"
"Exactly who I told you I was," she said.
"O-Oririel?"
"Yes."
"Are you an Angel?"
The girl looked her feet. 
"No."
She looked up and smiled.
"Come! Quick! We'll be late for Mass!"
Oririel grabbed his arm and pulled him along. They continued down the 
street until they came to a church. 
"This is the place."
Shinji looked up at the sign. He stared when he saw what it was. The 
familiar half-maple leaf. NERV. God's in his Heaven and all's well on 
Earth. And then he saw what was written below: Nippon Evangelical Reform 
Vindication Front. 
"Come on. Hurry. They've already begun," said the girl. She skipped in.
He glanced at the sign again and walked in to join Oririel.

". . . you can spend hours, days, even weeks arguing whether miracles 
still happen today. In the end, you'll get nowhere, for miracles, like 
beauty, are in the eye of the beholder. The question is not whether 
miracles still happen. The question is whether or not you believe in Him 
enough. For the believer, everything is a miracle. The Lord is the 
Creator of this world in which we live, and every bit of this world is 
part of the miracle of creation. Those who believe see truth in this, 
and are grateful; the grass; the trees; the air. Even the pain. All 
these things were created by the Lord to teach us, and little by little, 
we become closer to Him. We thank the Lord for his teachings. Amen."
"Amen," chorused those in Mass. They began standing up, getting ready to 
leave.
Shinji sighed. He'd never thought he'd see his father do something like 
that. 
"Oririel?"
"Yes?'
"My . . . father. He was the preacher."
She just smiled at him, the cutish smile that he didn't quite understand 
yet.
"Can I . . . meet him," he asked.
She shook her head, still smiling, but this time her eyes were sad.
"Why?"
". . . I've learned long and hard why not to do that. I don't want you 
to go through the same thing I have. All the people you know exist in 
this world. They're fine and healthy, but it's not a good idea to go and 
meet them."
"But . . . it can't hurt . . . can it?"
Oririel looked down at the bench.
"You . . . don't exist in this world."
"What?"
"You don't exist in this world. Neither does Rei. In this world, there's 
a girl named Ikari Chie, a happy girl who doesn't know the meaning of 
the word pain. She's what you would have been if the Second Impact had 
never happened."
"How . . . how do you know so much?"
She turned away.
"Do you want to talk to your father," she asked in a sweet voice.
"Y-Yes."
Without turning to him, she grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the 
door. 
"W-Where are we going?"
"To the lady's room."
"W-What?"
They went out the door and turned right, down the hall. Without letting 
him say anything, she pulled him in front of the mirror.
"Maybe this isn't such a good idea, Oririel."
"Don't worry. Change."
Before his eyes, the person in the mirror changed. His short hair grew a 
bit longer, to a style a bit like Rei's. He realized that his face 
wasn't very different from Rei's. Only the hair and the eyes were 
anything near different. His face changed very slightly, but his body 
was completely different. He watched as the standard boy's uniform from 
his school morphed into that of a girl's. The front of his chest bulged 
a bit, and his hips reshaped themselves. 
"Th-That's Rei!"
"No. That's Chie. She's basically the same person you are, except that 
she's a girl."
"Y-You mean . . . I'm . . . her?"
"Yes."
"H-How did you do that?"
She smiled.
"That's a S-E-C-R-E-T. Okay, c'mon. Let's go meet your father."
Oririel pulled Shinji-chan out of the lady's room and down the hall, to 
an office. They stopped in front of the door.
"Remember," said Oririel, "act natural. You're not meeting your father 
for the first time."
She stopped for a moment and changed her clothes to a girl's school 
uniform. 
"Okay. Let's go in." She opened the door. "Hello, Father Ikari."
Gendo looked up from the tome he was reading. 
"Oh, hello. May I do anything for you?"
"I'm Saotome Ranko, Chie's classmate. We came to bring you lunch."
Shinji-chan stepped in from behind her.
"Um, hello, father. (to Oririel, whispering) *Where's the lunch?*"
"*I have it.*"
Gendo smiled warmly.
"Hello, Chie. It was nice of you to bring lunch."
On cue, Oririel brought out a lunchbox with a picture of a bunny on it.
"Chie made it herself."
"Really? Why thank you, Chie." Gendo opened the box and took the 
chopsticks. He tasted the food. "Ummm, this is good. Your cooking's 
improved, girl."
Shinji-chan blushed a bit, then realized her father wasn't complimenting 
her. 
"Tell your mother I'll be home early tonight, will you? Thanks."
"We'll be leaving now," said Oririel, pushing Shinji-chan out the door. 
"Bye!"
"Bye," said Gendo, "(To himself) Girl's a bit too shy. Wonder if she's 
sick today." He smiled. "Getting a bit more like her mother every single 
day."

"Why were you so nervous? He's not a bad man."
"I don't know . . . It's just that . . ."
"Oh, nevermind." She smiled again. "C'mon. You wanna see your mother?"
"I can do that?" Shinji-chan asked, slightly star-eyed.
"Yes."
"Well . . . " and then she realized what kind of situation she'd be in 
if she did meet her mother. "Um . . . is it alright if we just look at 
her . . . I mean without her seeing us?"
"Yes." 
And suddenly it was very dark. Shinji-chan found her face buried in 
something soft. Two. Round. Soft. Shinji-chan backed off.
"I'm sorry!"
"Why you!"
And then he saw who it was. Misato in a nun's dress.
"Misato-san! Gomen."
"Oh, it's you, Chie. I thought it was some dirty boy." 
Shinji-chan flushed.
"Um, I better get home now . . . bye!"
"Bye, Chie. *That was strange. She must have a fever or something. Oh, 
well.*"

Shinji-chan laid upon the grass next to Oririel, smiling. She looked up 
at the night sky. There weren't any stars tonight. There never was in 
the city.
"Did you like today?"
"Yes."
"This might be the last time you'll be meeting them, you know." 
"I know."
"Do you really want to go with me?"
Shinji-chan was quiet, deep in thought.
After a long silence, she finally responded.
"I'm satisfied with what I saw today. They're happy, and they're nicer 
to each other than they used to be."
"I know."
"This is a good place, but . . ."
"What is it?"
"I'm not sure if I can call this place home. I'm not sure if I have a 
home anymore."
Oririel smiled.
"That's why I picked you."
"Why did you pick me?"
". . . I've been traveling for as long as I can remember, but I'm 
lonely. I picked you because you were just like me. And I needed a 
companion to take care of me."
"Take care of you? But . . . you have so many powers."
"I've never done this before. I've never had a companion on my travels . 
. . Now I need one."
"Why?"
"In a few days, I'll be gone."
"Gone?"
"I . . . I don't know how long I've been alive. I think I've been 
wandering since the very beginning of time, but . . . I'm not really 
sure. The last me sealed away her memories. I don't know anything that 
happened before that. All I know is that she left me with enough skills 
and memory to survive."
"The last you?"
"I'm . . . immortal. Every millenium or so, I seal away my memories, 
leaving only a basic outline of what happened before, and the skills I 
need to survive."
"I think I understand."
"But this time, I'm sealing away everything except the skills."
"Everything? But then . . ."
"And I want you to take care of me."
"But . . . how could I do that?"
"I'll leave you with some of the basic skills. I'll have a lot more, and 
I'll be able to use everything. But . . . I need you to help me. 
Please."
"Um . . ."
"Will you help me."
Shinji-chan was silent for a minute.
"Yes."

To be continued . . .


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