Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction / Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Ranma's 3rd Law ❯ It all starts with a dream ( Prologue )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
Author: darkflamingtiger

Disclaimer: I don't own Ranma ½ I don't own Sailor moon I own nothing other than my own creations I will be making changes and will probably make mistakes in translation and character names timelines etc. I haven't watched sailor moon since 7 years ago.

Newton's 3rd Law of Motion

"For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction."

It seams that it's time for the reaction is Nerima ready, will the NWC survive

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Prologue

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As the district of Nerima settled in for the night comforted in the knowledge that the likelihood of massive property was greatly reduced at night the only danger was being gassed by the beauteous black rose (read: insane gymnast) or observing a grandmaster rescue his “silky darlings” (read: be perverted little gnome steal panties and bra’s). The primary reason for this is that the chaos magnet Ranma usually goes to sleep early, that's not to say the mass destruction is Ranma's fault the people of Nerima are actually smart and know that it's Ranma that keeps the entire ward from being destroyed, although his father a master of anything goes (read lazy, stupid, greedy panda) always drank himself to sleep this gave Ranma the chance to do his homework in secret. Contrary to popular belief, popular belief being informed by one Nabiki Tendo, Ranma was actually quite intelligent, he spoke basic English and Mandarin and for someone with only 2 months of primary education passing high school is an impressive feet, he however hid his intelligence and had an agreement with the teachers to keep his intelligence hidden as he would rather not deal with his father ranting on about him getting good grades when he could be training and Akane having at him for being better at school with claims of him cheating and then there would be more fiancé's chasing him these ones challenging him to spelling bee's and such.

Ranma had finished his homework and returned it to his bag which in order to not be seen handing in his work he left it in his locker and the teachers would collect it after everyone had left. In the brief period between Ranma finishing his work and his drunken father coming into the room Ranma started to look at his life. After the Saffron incident the fiancé's had started going all out as Akane had let slip that Ranma had finally confessed his feelings while the other girls insisted that it was a deathbed confession. The reality was that Ranma did have feelings for Akane but even after returning she hit him if he strayed from her sight for more than a half hour even if he could prove he was with his father or nowhere near any of the fiancé's he wouldn't get an apology. Ranma was frankly near the end of his tether he had boundless patience but after two years of hell enough was enough.

Ranma started thinking about his options thinking about any friends that he had made on the journey surprisingly they were all female which would please his mother and would give the reason as to why his father never allowed him to stay in the same place the longest he had been in one place was the five years he spent at home and the two years he had spent at the Tendo's. As Ranma finally drifted of to sleep memories rose unbidden from his subconscious memories drifted just beyond comprehension as substantial as vapour but a sense of purpose stronger than any act.

A familiar blue hair style but a kind voice

A felling of great peace and the scent of burning wood

Passing on his Art to another and a homemade lunch

Talking under the stars so different to the one's seen from home

A pair of violet eyes stained with tears cried at the discovery of a new friend

A violin trained to produce the perfect note heard by an audience of one

Eyes viewing not with devious intent but awe and wonder

Crimson eyes filled with tears for atrocities seen from afar

Two children from one anger and hostility the other friendship and hope