The disclaimer, practically every character here is NOT mine.  They all belong to their respective company.  I am using a lot of them, so I can't list them all.  Beside, I am gonna add more series to the story later on.  Don't sue me.  Pleeeeeeese!  I haven't got a penny!  For others, there are SOME characters I made up, but who cares?  I don't.


Ranma Crossover fanfic

WARNING!
Some of the contents might damage your stomach from laughing too much, or your eyes from crying too much.  Read at your own risk.





STALLION

Chapter 11.




< The Little House of Horror... well... maybe more like Chaos... >




Part 3




"Um... you sure about this, grandpa?"  Tenchi sweatdropped as he asked his grandfather.

"Yes.  I think Ranma should learn a thing or two from our family sword style.  After all, it's his heritage."  Now back on his feet, Katsuhito stood confidently between his two grandchildren.

"He recovers pretty fast, huh?"  Ryoko whispered to Washu, who was munching on the popcorn stash Sasami handed to her.

"Of course.  He used to be the best sword fighter in all of Jurai."  Washu grinned slyly as she continued.  "He beat YOU, didn't he?"

"Hey!  That jackass didn't beat me!  He just sealed me off with his Juraian power!  I'd won if it wasn't for that!!"

Bonk!

"Don't shout during the training!"

Katsuhito retracted his bokken off the head of Ryoko, who was now trembling with pain.  Washu did nothing but grin as she saw the tiny vein popped up on the priest's head.  'Touched your nerve, did she?'

"Geez, why do I have to use this?  I can fight fine without a weapon."  Ranma grumbled, not wanting to train with the bokken.  "Of all the things, it's bokken too!  I ain't no Kuno!"

Akane turned to her side, where the rest of the crowd looked at her with curiosity clear on their face.  "Inside joke."

"AH."  They nodded their head and turned their attention back to the two boys.

"Ranma!  This is your heritage!  It's your duty and responsibility to learn the Juraian style of sword fighting."  Katsuhito mildly scorned his grandchild.

However Ranma didn't even flinch as he skeptically stared at his grandfather.  "I don't know.  I think I learned enough from the OTHER idiot who ruined my life."

Katsuhito sweatdropped at first, but recovered fast enough to reply.  "Nevertheless, it doesn't hurt to widen your horizon, does it?  What's so bad about learning a bit about the way of the sword?"  His voice turned soft as he began to persuade Ranma.  Then he grinned slyly.  "What?  You scared?  Worried that Tenchi might beat you with his sword?  I didn't remember you being such a coward."

"Coward?!  Me?!?  I ain't a coward!!"  Ranma fumed at the accusation.  He pointed his booken at Katsuhito.  "Fine!  I'll show who's the coward!!  I ain't scared of nobody, especially one with YOUR techniques, old man!!"

"Whatever you say, my boy."  Katsuhito grinned.  'Good.  Ever so touchy about the subject.  He's so easy to manipulate.'

On the other hand, Tenchi wasn't feeling all that glad.  He didn't know Ranma's skill level, but he knew all too well that his cousin had been training with his uncle all his life.  Ranma would be anything but an easy opponent.  "Gee... why did he have to make Ranma so riled up...?"

Paying no heed to the worried Tenchi, Katsuhito started the duel.  "Are you boys ready?  Bow to each other.  Good.  Now draw your sword."

Both boys drew the sword.  Katsuhito was a little surprised when he saw Ranma's stance.  'He's not so bad.  In fact, his form is perfect... not a hint of hole in his defence...  Genma must have taught him some Kendo too... although I never thought he would.  That idiot always had something against the art of the sword.'  "Begin!"

As soon as the signal was given from their grandfather, both boys charged at each other.

"Hyaaaaahhh!!"

"Haaaaaaahhh!!"

Slash!

Kachang!

Swish!

The battle was short-lived, however, despite everyone's surprise.  They were even more shocked when they saw the winner of the fight.

"Wha..."  Tenchi blinked.  Right in front of his eyes was the bokken of his cousin, while his own somehow made its way into the bush on his side.  Not only Ranma parried his attack, the pigtailed boy easily took the bokken out of his hands.  All of this in a mere blink of eyes.  'How did he do that??'

Ranma was also surprised himself.  He blinked a couple of times before opening his mouth.  "Wow, I knew I was good, but I didn't know I was THIS good."

Akane smacked her forehead.  "Great.  His ego is already as big as it can get, and now it's even bigger now."

Tenchi stood up and sincerely congratuated his cousin.  "Ranma-chan, you are great!  I didn't know anyone could move that fast."

Sasami also cheered on his side.  "Yeah, you were great, Ranma-niichan!  Tenchi-niichan's great too, but you were really awesome!"

"Nah, it's nothing."  Ranma casually shrugged it off, but it was evident on his face that all the compliments were getting to him.

Kiyone playfully hit his back.  "Hey, don't be so modest.  I know how good Tenchi-san is.  You are really good."

"Oh yes!  You were great, Ranma-san!"  Mihoshi cheerfully nodded her head.

"Eheheh.  Nah, it's nothing."  Ranma was acting modest, something he rarely did.  But alas, he was only ACTING modest, since his face was telling it otherwise.

Akane frowned a little.  "Ranma you idiot!  You don't know how to act modest even when you tried to."

Ayeka was also frowning, but for a different reason.  Technically Ranma was also her family so she should be glad of his fine skills.  However she wasn't very amused to see HER Tenchi-sama being defeated so easily.  She laughed mildly as she spoke to Ryoko, who was standing on her side.  "Ohohoho!  He was good.  But I am sure Tenchi-sama was going easy on him.  Saotome-san is his cousin, after all.  Don't you think so, Ryoko-san?"

"......"  But no reply came.  Ryoko was silent, deep in her own thoughts.

Ayeka was surprised.  If there was one thing that Ryoko and she actually agreed on, it was that Tenchi was a GREAT person.  They wouldn't forgive anyone who would say otherwise.  'Is she also thinking that Saotome-san is better than Tenchi-sama?!  How dare she!!'  "Ryoko-san!!"

"......huh?"  Ryoko was shaken out of her trance by Ayeka's shouting.  "What?"

A vein popped on Ayeka's head.  It seemed that Ryoko wasn't disagreeing with her, just distracted.  However the fact that she was ignored was even more agitating than the assumption that Ryoko didn't agree with her.  "How dare you!!"

Ryoko raised her eyebrow.  "How dare me what??"

"Why you..."

But before Ayeka could began to choke Ryoko, Minagi came up to them and spoke with a serious look.  "You noticed it too, didn't you?"

Ryoko's face also turned serious.  "You too?  And by the look on his face, Yosho did too."  Ryoko gestured toward Katsuhito, who was now in deep thoughts.

"Eh?"  Ayeka blinked in confusion.  "What are you people talking about?"

Ryoko and Minagi walked away, not realizing that Ayeka was talking to them.  Ayeka blinked some more, before fuming furiously and also walked away herself.  "Hmph!  Fine, be that way!!"



"Yosho."

Katsuhito raised his head when he heard his name being called.  He didn't seem to be surprised to see Ryoko and Minagi standing right in front of him. "Hmm... just as I guessed.  You guys noticed it too?"

Ryoko nodded.  "Yeah.  I have been slacking off in the cave for 700 years, but my senses haven't gone yet."

Minagi chimed in.  "What do you think?  Should we ask him about it?"

"Ask him what?"

"AAH!!!"  The three startled when the fourth voice came from their behind.  They looked back to see the smiling face of the none other than the greatest genius in the universe herself.  "DON'T SCARE US LIKE THAT, WASHU!!"

"Ahem!"

Minagi and Katsuhito flinched a little, but Ryoko didn't.  "Ah screw you.  What are you doing, sneaking around and eavesdropping on people!?!"

Washu put on her mock-hurt expression.  "What, can't I join on your conversation?  *sob*  I was just trying to be more friendly..."

"Ah shut up!  I know you ain't like that!"

Washu grinned slyly.  "What was you guys talking about anyway?"

Minagi and Katsuhito sighed in relief.  It seemed that her curiosity got better of her determination of being called "-chan."  They were safe, for now.

Ryoko didn't care though.  "Feh!  Why should we tell you anything?"

"Katsuhito-dono?"

Katsuhito calmly explained.  "We were talking about Ranma's sword skill."

"Hey!"  Ryoko fumed.  "Whatcha tell her that for?!"

"I think we can use her opinion.  After all, she IS the smartest one in the house, if not the universe."

"Hmph!"

"Now, now.  Don't be upset, Ryoko-san."  Minagi tried to calm Ryoko, who mildly hmphed again.

Washu grinned at the irritated display of her daughter, but went back to talking to Katsuhito.  "Yeah?  What about Ranma-dono's skill?  It was good, wasn't it?"

"Yes, it was.  Maybe TOO good, actually."

"Huh?"  Washu blinked.  "What do you mean?"

Katsuhito's face turned serious as he began to explain.  "I have known Genma for quite some time, and one of the things I learned was that he didn't like using weapons.  I am sure Ranma also picked up on that, as you saw earlier."

Seeing Washu nodding her head in agreement, he continued.  "But you also saw him easily defeat Tenchi with his sword.  Now, I am not trying to brag or anything, but I am confident that Tenchi's skill surpasses the most of the kendo teachers in all of Japan.  He might not be the best yet with his skills alone, but he is easily in top one percent."

Washu again nodded her head.  "I can vouch for that myself.  With his Light Hawk Wing Sword he is practically invincible.  But even without it he is a real tough one."

"Correct.  Now, I don't know what kind of weapon training Ranma might have gone through, but it wouldn't have been so throughall and detailed, since Genma himself does not like training with weapon.  He might have given Ranma some basic training, but it should be as far as he has gone.  But the result today says it otherwise."

Washu scratched her chin.  "Really?  I learned some martial arts myself when I was back in the Academy.  Isn't that possible for a martial artist to fight evenly with a swordman?"

"It is, if he was going up against him without a sword.  With a sword... it's another story.  I cannot account for every single case, but in most cases, the martial artist's movement will be restricted somewhat due to the very presence of a sword in his hand.  He might still be able to fight evenly with the swordman, but with a great disadvantage."

"Still, isn't it too much to think like that?  I mean, just because Ranma-dono has won it doesn't mean..."

Ryoko snickered as she cut in.  "Hah!  That's your greatest brain in the universe can come up with?  You make me laugh!"

Washu frowned.  She wasn't amused to be laughed at, especially about her intelligence.  "What do you mean by that?"

It was Minagi who answered this time.  "Since both of us use the swords as our fighting methods, we both know how hard it is to take out the opponent's sword.  If one was strong and agile enough, he or she could either break the other's sword or slap it away, provided the opponent was unskilled, or just not skilled enough.  But in case of Ranma-san, it wasn't the either case."

Washu raised her eyebrow.  "Really?"

This time it was Ryoko's turn to reply.  "He used the method of diverting one's thrusting force to take out Tenchi's bokken.  It in itself takes so much skill, but it also requires the ability to predict your opponent's movement.  THAT needs whole different level of training and experience that you can't get in your everyday training."

Washu contemplated on the information she just had received.  "Hmm... so you are saying Ranma-dono is actually quite a swordman, although he himself does not realize it?"

"In a way.  However, that's not the only thing that worries me."  Katsuhito added.

"Huh?  What do you mean?"  Confused, Washu asked him.  'There is more?'

"It was his eyes..."


Ranma and Tenchi were standing against each other, both with a bokken in hands.  After Katsuhito's signal, both boys charged at each other.

*"I saw it that time..."*

Close up on Ranma.  His battle cry ringed the air as he rushed toward Tenchi.  Suddenly, for a brief moment, his eyes flashed.

*"His eyes were... different.  During that a second or two, he wasn't himself.  He was... someone else."*

Suddenly the movements of his bokken became smoother, as it touched Tenchi's bokken.  Next second, Tenchi's bokken was up in the air, away from the hands of now shocked Tenchi.

*"...and that someone else used the bokken, not Ranma.  It was very short and brief, but it was there.  Ranma... changed."*


"Changed?  To whom?  And how would that be possible?"  Washu's ears perked.  'This could be a great research material!'

Katsuhito shook his head.  "I don't know, and I doubt even Ranma himself knows.  I can't even fathom what might have happened.  Somehow there is a part of Ranma no one knows, even himself.  That's all I can tell."

"Hmm..."  Washu was not in deep thoughts.  'Maybe this has something to do with I discovered earlier...  Memory loss, and a short but definite change of a person... it sounds fishy...'

However, before Washu could gather her ideas, Nobuyuki's voice caught everyone's attention.  "Father!  Father!  There are some visitors looking for you in the shrine!"

"Coming!  Let's talk about this some other time, shall we?  We don't want to worry Tenchi needlessly."  All three girls nodded their agreement to the priest's suggestion.  "Good.  Now I should head back to the shrine... that reminds me.  Tenchi!"

"What, grandpa?"

"Don't forget to come up to the shrine later!  You still haven't finished cleaning the stairs today!"

"*sigh* Fine, fine."

Katsuhito grinned shortly before he began walking up the stairs.  'Ah, the joy of having a grandchild as a servant.  By the way, who could be there to visit me in this time of the year?'



"Where is he going?"  Ranma asked his cousin as he shoved another riceball into his mouth.

'Doesn't he hear anything when he's eating?'  Tenchi sweatdropped but answered nonetheless.  "He has a visitor waiting for him at the shrine so he's going back there."

"Shrine?"  Ranma blinked, but shrugged his shoulders.  "Whatever.  Less people here, more food for me."

But before Ranma could reach for another riceball, Akane slapped his hand away from the bento.  "Ranma!  You had a dozen of them already!  Let Tenchi-kun have some!"

Ranma rubbed his hand while scowling at his fiancee.  "Geez, alright alright.  You are so uncute."

"What did you say!?"

"Nothing."  Ranma snorted and turned his head away.

Akane blinked.  'Weird.  He would usually insult me some more before shutting his mouth... well, I have to shut it up for him, but nonetheless...'

Seeing their mood deteriorating, Sasami tried to cheer Ranma up with another bento box.  "Here, Ranma-niichan.  Have this one!"

Ranma smiled at the blue-haired girl happily.  "Wow, one whole box for myself?  Thank you, Sasami-chan!"

What he didn't notice was the sly grin on Akane's face.  'Good.  He doesn't know that's my cooking.  Let's see what he says after he eats it...'

"Mmmm!  Yummy!  You are such a great cook, Sasami-chan!"

"Thank you, Ranma-niichan!"

"Eh?!"  Akane blinked.  'He, he likes it?!  Does this mean I DID IT?  I MADE SOMETHING AND RANMA LIKES IT!?'

Not noticing the shocked look on Akane's face, Ranma continued to compliment on the food.  "Especially this eggroll, it's really good!  It's one of the best I had, well, ever!"

"Heheh...  You are embarassing me, Ranma-niichan..."

'He likes the eggroll too!  After all I went through of making it... huh?  Eggroll?  I made no eggroll...?'  Akane blinked in confusion.  She hurriedly grabbed the bento box out of Ranma's hand, much to his surprise.

"Hey!"

Not paying attention to his protest, Akane quickly examined the bento box.  "This, this is not mine!"

"Well, duh!  It tastes good, so why would it be yours?"

Bam!

"You didn't have to say it like that!"

"Un... cute..."

After burying Ranma's head underground, Akane asked Sasami.  "Where is my bento box, Sasami-chan?"

"Ah, that one?"  Sasami pointed toward the opposite side of the group.  "I think it's somewhere over there..."

"Yuuuuuuccckkkk!!!  Yo, Ayeka!  You cooked again?!"

"I certainly did not!!  I wouldn't make something so discustingly looking like that!!  You are just covering for YOUR mistake, aren't you?"

"Hmm... maybe not...  It looks like it might be one of Mihoshi's creation, all burnt and shaped weird... and it smells weird too!  It must be Mihoshi's!"

"Eh?!  What are you saying, Washu-chan?  I didn't make anything this time, I swear!  Kiyone was with me the whole time!  Right, Kiyone?  Kiyone?"

"........."

"Um, Mihoshi-san.  I think she passed out... after eating that bento..."

"Um..."  Sasami turned to Akane with a sweatdrop on her head.  "...maybe that's the one you were looking for...?"

"...yes..."



When Katsuhito reached the shrine, he found four figures standing in front of his place.  One of them was a young girl, one about Mayuka's age.  The rest of them were full-grown ladies.  One of them was a short blonde, while another had a ocean blue hair.  The last one was a beautiful lady with long dark green hair, that floated gently in the wind.  She had her back toward him, so he couldn't see her face.

'Wait.  Long... dark green?!  Can't be...'  Katsuhito's eyes widened with the shock.  They widened even further when the lady in the question slowly turned toward him.  Finally, she was looking straight at him, and his jaw was now hung open widely.

"Set, Setsuna..."

Meiou Setsuna smiled at her old friend.  "Long time no see, Katsuhito."




Morisato Keiichi stood at the gate, his eyes staring off at empty space.  Before him... no her, was a BIG box.  There was no other words suitable for describing it really.  It was BIG.  Even if Keiichi turned back normal, the box would be still big enough to fit her... him in.

"How am I going to deliver this box?!  To Yokohama, no less!!"

She looked down on her small, and female body.  "It would be hard with my normal body... and I am stuck like this right now!  I can't even lift it!  This is impossible!"

It was then when a hand reached from behind and gently touched her shoulders.  Keiichi looked up behind to see the smiling face of Belldandy looking down on her.

"Don't worry, Keiichi-san.  I can deliver it for you.  It won't be so hard for me."

"But..."  Keiichi couldn't finish her words.  She knew she would have to depend on Belldandy eventually, only that she didn't want to admit it.  Although she was in a female body right now, Morisato Keiichi was a man! ...how wimpy he might be.  He had pride as a man, damn it! ...how weak and indecisive he might be.  She knew the goddess would have no trouble doing the work for her, but Keiichi just didn't want to impose on Belldandy.

However she couldn't come up with an arguement.  The box had to be delivered by tomorrow in one way or other.  In her current shape, there was no way Keiichi would be able to do the task.  He knew it well, maybe too well...  Defeated, Keiichi slumped her shoulders and lowered his head.

"I am sorry, Belldandy......"

The goddess only smiled back at her man, who was a girl right now.  "No need to apologize, Keiichi-san.  I am only doing this because I want to.  I want to be more help if I could.  I can't turn you back, so this is the least I can do for you."

Keiichi just stared at the goddess.  "Belldandy......"

Belldandy gently hugged the little girl.  "Cheer up, Keiichi-san.  I promised back then that I will stay with you forever, right?  No matter what happens, you are still the same Keiichi-san I made the promise with.  I will always be at your side."

Keiichi smiled back.  "Thank you... Belldandy."

"You are welcome, Keiichi-san."

"*whistle* Whoo-hoo!  Check out the hot couple!"

Keiichi blinked, until she saw Urd standing not far away, with a smirk on her face.  "Urd!  Where have you been?!  What about my cure!?"

"Ah, that!"  Urd scratched her head with nervous grin.  "Well... I totally forgot about that..."

"What?!?"

"Calm down, calm down."  Urd held up her hands defensively.  "There is no need to worry.  I worked out the formula again and it seems that the effect of the drug shouldn't last that long.  In fact, it should wear out pretty soon."

Keiichi's face brightened up significantly.  "Really?  How soon?"

"Well... right about..."

Puff!

"...now..."

She was right.  Keiichi's body turned back to normal.  Unfortunately, she... no he was still wearing his... her clothes.  Keiichi was a small and petite man, but he wasn't THAT much small and petite, as the small dress he had been wearing was now nothing but a torn piece of fabric.  While that in itself was a total embarassment, it was nothing compared to the pain he felt as his... her underwear stretched to fit HIS groin...

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!!!!!"




Chapter 11 ends.




(1) Well, duh!  You are gonna have to do better than that, Washu!  Akane SEDATES Ranma all the time!

(2) Nor is it mine!  Sorry, but I am not coming up with more difficult one than that one!

(3) Washu might be the greatest scientist in the universe, but she was NOT the greatest doctor in the universe...

(4) ...and awake.  Nobuyuki was still out cold.

(5) It's not a BIG mistake, Sasami.  It's a GIGANTIC mistake.

(6) Flattery might get you nowhere sometimes, but it's worth a shot most of the times.


Finally!  I've been hanging on to this one for quite some time!  My school is finally getting to me, and I didn't have much time to work on this lately.  I am not giving up though!  Stallion will go on!  Hurray!

Late thanks to Hair Care Productions(TendouNabiki@webtv.net), Speeps(Speeps@aol.com), and Otaku (swilliams07@home.com) for letting me know more about Sailor Mars.  Sorry for the lateness of this message, but I was busy...



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