Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction / Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Shattered Crystal ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

 

 

Shattered Crystal

 

By Lord Raa

 

 

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Disclaim-me-do: Oh dear, it seems that I'm both morally and creatively bankrupt.

 

 

This story is for adults that are willing to accept the notion that certain ideas can be used for entertainment. Said ideas mainly include sexual deviancy, so I think that you can consider yourselves warned that this story is not for those that have to ask “What's a `rusty trombone'?” and those that are offended by descriptions of sex and unsavoury behaviour used as revenge.

 

 

Still here?

 

I thought as much….

 

 

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Ranma was enjoying a pleasant stroll through Juuban with his fiancée, Akane Tendo. It was a week after the failed wedding attempt, and rather than be forced together the two heirs to the branches of Anything Goes were now being allowed to take their time with their relationship.

 

Ranma's mother, Nodoka, had seen to that when she threatened to skin a panda alive if she found out about any more surprise wedding attempts.

 

And so Ranma was with Akane, not on a date as suggesting that would have resulting in violence being directed towards you, but two friends walking together, when they saw something out of the ordinary, even for the chaotic lives that they had led for the last year and a half.

 

A monster was smashing through the Juuban shopping district looking for prey to feed on. When it caught sight of a group of children, the two martial artists sprung into action.

 

“Akane, you get the kids to safety, I'll deal with this,” Ranma said as they sprinted up to the danger zone.

 

“Ok, Ranma,” Akane nodded as she changed course to reach the group of six kindergartners.

 

Ranma continued on to charge the monster that made Taro's cursed form look cute and cuddly. The youma had looked like a woolly mammoth with huge scorpion's claws where its tusks should be and a pair of barbed, bony tails that swung from side to side, smashing into cars and walls like an organic wrecking ball.

 

Ranma fired off a blast of his chi to distract the marauder from its intended food.

 

The youma turned to face the pigtailed young man and snarled before a long, forked tongue, thick with puce mucous darted out to taste the air. Seconds later, it had changed course, Ranma's life energy evidently much more appealing than that of a half-dozen children.

 

The young Saotome gulped, but knew that he had to take care of this, he wasn't about to put any innocents in danger if he could help it.

 

Charging forward, Ranma jumped up to land on the beast's back and began to pummel it on the neck with his Amaguriken speed punches, the force of the impacts causing several vertebrae to start to crumble like week-old short crust pastry.

 

Somehow, the hideous creature managed to throw Ranma off its back, the cursed martial artist landing lightly on his feet.

 

It was then that the regular monster slayers of Juuban arrived.

 

The one with hair in a rather silly style appeared to be the leader and stood in a vaguely valiant pose. “Shops are for purchasing gifts for loved ones, not for rampages of wanton destruction! In the name of the Moon, we shall punish you!”

 

Ranma shuddered when he heard the speech. “Man, that blonde's too much like a Kuno.”

 

Next came a barrage of magical attacks.

 

“Jupiter Oak Evolution!”

 

“Mars Flame Sniper!”

 

“World Shaking!”

 

“Venus Love Me Chain!”

 

When these attacks seemed to merely stun the beast, Ranma took advantage of the situation and resumed his attack on the monster's neck from above. This time he managed to sever the spinal cord, killing it instantly.

 

Leaping to the ground he smiled at his fellow youma slayers.

 

“Hi,” the pigtailed young man smiled.

 

“Hello there,” Sailors Venus and Jupiter smiled back and stepped towards him, hungry looks on their faces.

 

“What was that thing?” Ranma asked, neatly deflecting the advances of the two love struck Senshi.

 

“It was a youma,” Sailor Moon answered, “a real nasty one too.”

 

“I take it you fight these things often?”

 

“Every few days,” Sailor Mars replied with a shrug.

 

“Oh, ok. I need to check up on my fiancée, she was helping some kids get to safety,” Ranma bowed and bounded off to find Akane.

 

 

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Akane Tendo was glad that the fighting was over, but she was rather surprised to see three of the Outer Senshi standing over her.

 

“Can I help you?” she asked, having handed the children over to the police.

 

“Are you Akane Tendo, heir to the Tendo School of Anything Goes, fiancée of Ranma Saotome?” the emerald haired one asked.

 

“Yes, what of it?”

 

“Uranus, she's the one.”

 

A loud, wet squelching sound hit Ranma's ears as he dropped down into view.

 

“What the fuck?” he called out as he heard a light bouncing sound.

 

“Shit, Uranus, Neptune, let's go. Sailor Teleport!”

 

Ranma rushed to see the woman he killed for slumped on the ground, her head a metre away with the spinal cord displayed to the world.

 

“Akane? NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!” the blue-eye martial artist cried out as he rushed to her body.

 

 

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Ranma, his parents and the surviving Tendos watched in shock as the junior detective showed them the footage of Akane's death.

 

“Now what?” Nodoka asked, recovering her wits before anyone else.

 

“I'm afraid that there's nothing we can do about it,” the older policeman, called Ogata, said sadly. “These `Sailor Senshi' have been operating above the law for some time, but it's politically inconvenient to go after a group of people that have saved so many lives.”

 

“`Saved so many lives'?” Nabiki repeated incredulously. “They killed my baby sister!”

 

“We don't know it was them,” Detective Ogata argued. “All we could tell from that video was that three people were dressed up like Senshi. We've never been able to identify any of them, so we don't know if it was the same ones that stopped last week's monsters or someone else.”

 

“I can't believe that you're not going to even talk to them?” Ranma said in a hollow, yet angry tone.

 

“It's not by choice, this is a standing order from the Chief of Police,” a new voice spoke from the doorway. “I'm Captain Morikawa, I'm in charge of this station. I can assure you that you're not the first to express concern about the actions of the Senshi, but orders are orders.”

 

“That's not very comforting,” Nodoka replied icily. “Will you interfere with our own actions?”

 

“Officially, I'm advising against vigilante justice,” Morikawa said waving his finger. “But off the record, if you keep a low profile, then let's just say that we can't look everywhere at once.”

 

“Very well then. Ranma,” the kimono clad woman said as she placed a hand on her son's shoulder, “honour demands that you act.”

 

“Ranma,” Soun spoke for the first time since he sat down, “I want you to avenge my little girl. I'll let you look at all the scrolls the Tendo School has to offer, you can use any Tendo weapon you want. Just get justice for my baby.”

 

“I'll make them pay,” the pigtailed youth growled.

 

 

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At the house of the Outer Senshi, Haruka was talking with her co-parents.

 

“Setsuna, was it really necessary to kill that girl? I mean, she didn't look like a threat to Crystal Tokyo,” the blonde asked with a frown.

 

“Yes, she was the nexus of chaos in Nerima,” Setsuna replied, setting her teacup down. “If she married Ranma Saotome, Crystal Tokyo would never happen. I saw her life before Ranma showed up; it was pretty chaotic at the best of times, what with that horde of perverts. Factor in someone like Ranma, and their life together would have resulted in delays in construction of important buildings because of all the repairs in Nerima which leads to economic decline, and that snowballs into a depression that effects the whole of Asia that spreads to the west which brings about political unrest and conflict eventually, we'll end up with a third world war which kill over half of the population.”

 

“Wow,” was all the amateur racer could say.

 

“But why not kill Ranma?” Michiru asked. “Surely his removal would be just as viable an option as Ms. Tendo's?”

 

“No, you see, we need Ranma. His genes, in fact,” the Senshi of Time sighed. “His children will start the foundations of an academic revolution that make that helps the core social services of Crystal Tokyo. It's just that it won't the case be if he has them with her.”

 

“Oh,” the two lovers nodded.

 

Michiru realised something. “Who's going to tell Usagi about this?”

 

“I will, it's my responsibility to make it happen,” the red-eyed woman said picking up her teacup. “Besides, it's like those guys in the Moon Kingdom.”

 

“Moon Kingdom?” the lesbians blinked.

 

“Yeah, there was that guy, what was he called, ah yes, Rex. You pair couldn't sit down for three days,” Setsuna smiled fondly.

 

Haruka and Michiru acquired atomic blushes.

 

“Don't worry, I'll do everything I can to make sure that Hotaru NEVER knows about this,” the smiling woman said in her most reassuring voice.

 

 

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Back at the Tendo Dojo, Ranma was looking over some of the scrolls Soun had handed him.

 

“These should come in handy, Mr. Tendo,” Ranma said with an honest gratitude. Though he did wonder why he never taught Akane any of them.

 

SPLASH!

 

“Ranma m'boy!” a shrivelled voice called out and latched itself onto the redhead's chest. “I forgive you for your heartless actions of a week ago. Now where's Akane, I need to forgive her, too!”

 

The room fell deathly silent.

 

“What happened? Did somebody die?” the pervert asked in a joking tone. “What? Who killed my precious Akane?”

 

“The Sailor Senshi,” Ranma answered before punching the old man off her soaked breasts. “I'm going to make 'em pay!”

 

“The Senshi? AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Happosai laughed loudly. “I mean you really think that a snot nosed punk like you can handle those nine beauties? You'd have to be TEN times manlier to deal with them!”

 

“Oh really?” a disembodied voice asked.

 

“Who's there?” Ranma and Happi demanded falling into the same fighting stance.

 

“You don't remember me, Happi? I'm hurt!” the voice sounded sad. “I mean, it's only been a hundred years since I gave you your skills.”

 

“I refined my own skills through years of hard work and martial arts practice!” the gnome insisted.

 

“I wasn't referring to those skills, Happi.”

 

There was a shimmer in the air and a short green-skinned figure dressed in a leisure suit and an afro appeared.

 

“Mr. Slippyfist!” Happosai called out in surprise. “It's been so long since I saw you!”

 

“But I have been here all this time, my student. And you're behind on your tribute,” the weird froglike man admonished. “I want two thirds of your treasures.”

 

“What? You crazy frog!” the pervert scoffed before charging his former mentor.

 

Despite countless years of martial arts practice under his belt, Happosai was unable to defeat the amphibian. In less than the blink of an eye, the biggest pervert in town was hogtied and gagged with a pair of men's nylon briefs sticking out of the mouth of a PVC gimp mask.

 

“Much to learn you still have,” Mr. Slippyfist mocked in a Yoda-like fashion. “So then, I hear you're going up against some magical babes.”

 

“H-how did you do that to the old freak?” the stunned redhead asked.

 

“Mad skills. You want some help with these Senshi or not?” the frog asked.

 

“I've got to avenge Akane,” Ranma replied sadly.

 

“You don't have to kill them, you know,” the afro wearing amphibian said in a placating tone. “In fact it'll be a lot more fun making them yours. What do you say, kiddo? In return for first refusal on any treasure we come across and I get to watch whatever I like, I'll help you break those girls.”

 

“You aren't gonna make me wear a bra and panties, are you?” the transgendered Saotome asked suspiciously. “You are the old goat's friend.”

 

“But you're a guy and unlike the gimp over there, I do have standards. Time's running out, you know. I can teach you how to be so fast, you'll make the old ghoul look like continental drift. All you have to do is say `yes, Mr. Slippyfist, I want your help'.”

 

Ranma took a deep breath and nodded. “Ok, Mr. Slippyfist, I want your help.”

 

“That's a good decision, Ranma,” the 70's throwback smiled before turning invisible again.

 

By this time, Happosai had freed himself.

 

“Bah, I don't need you, you stupid frog!”

 

“And that's why I never taught you the French Flipper Trick,” Mr. Slippyfist mocked.

 

“What? Why didn't you tell me you knew that?” the diminutive pervert demanded.

 

“Because 1), you never asked, 2), you'll never be ready for such knowledge and 3), I just don't like you that much. You're petty, mean spirited and not very entertaining. Sure you've helped me to a vast amount of fanservice over the years, but it's time for pastures new, and messing with these Senshi chicks sounds like fun.”

 

Ranma loaded up her pack and faced the Tendos and his parents. Taking out a tanto, she made a symbolic cut on her left hand. “I make this blood oath that I won't return to my friends or family until I make Akane's killers pay. Until I return, I'm no longer a Saotome.”

 

Genma nodded solemnly while Nodoka and Soun were more emotional.

 

Ranma bowed and walked to the front door where Nabiki and Kasumi were standing.

 

“Ranma-kun, please be careful,” the long haired young woman requested tearfully.

 

“Ranma, you know that if there's anything I can get for you, you just have to give me a call, right?” Nabiki reminded, though she was struggling to hold back the tears.

 

“I will Nabiki. I'll give them one for each of you,” the self-exiled Saotome vowed.

 

 

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A short while later and Ranma was looking at a suitable base of operations in Juuban. Not knowing the area, she selected a distinguished, but unused building and set up camp.

 

When the fire was warming the room, Mr. Slippyfist appeared and took a seat opposite his new student.

 

“So then, Ranma, what's your plan of action?”

 

“To be honest, I don't know. My mind's all a mess, so I can't think straight,” the redhead admitted.

 

“I see. Well, how about this, I'll go find out where the schools and listen to the gossipmongers to see what they know about the Senshi?”

 

Ranma gave the leisure suit clad creature a half lidded look. “You just want to peep on girls.”

 

“Yes. Yes, I want to peep on cute girls. I find it to be great fun,” the afro wearing demon-frog said proudly. “I also like sniffing their panties and rubbing silken bras on my face. I am a perverted little demon and I am proud of that fact. Now that we've gotten this out in the open, do you want me to gather what information I can or not?”

 

“I thought I was free from perverts,” the blue-eyed girl muttered.

 

“Look, I'm a pervert but I'm also cursed - I can look but I can't directly touch a woman,” Mr. Slippyfist sighed. “That's one reason why you're safe from me. The other is because you're a man, and as perverted as I am, I just don't like dangly parts.”

 

“Oh.”

 

“Yes, `oh'. What do you say to my plan? We do both get something out of it, you know,” the demon reminded in a patronising tone.

 

“Ok, peep to your heart's content. I'm feeling really sleepy for some reason,” Ranma yawned.

 

“Yeah, you've been through a lot lately, so I'll catch up to you in a few hours.”

 

 

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At the Hoggin Das Eis Kream parlour, the three of the Inner Senshi were trying to convince the Priestess-in-Training to perform a fire-reading. Rei Hino had never liked people whining at her, and her friends Makoto and Minako had used this fact to their advantage.

 

To the miko's credit, it had taken nearly an hour's worth of effort from the pair of love-starved girls to get her to crack. It was only when they enlisted the help of their leader, Usagi, that made Rei give in.

 

“Ok, you two. But you do know that in order for me to do this for you, we all have to be naked in the hut?” Rei asked as she grabbed her jacket in preparation for the ritual at the Hikawa Shrine.

 

“N-naked?” Makoto asked with a gulp. “Why?”

 

“Because it involves love,” the black haired girl lied.

 

“Of course,” Minako said, slapping her head. “You know that people in love get naked with each other, so that's why we have to be naked when we ask the kami.”

 

“I don't know…” said the unconvinced brunette.

 

“It's ok, I mean, you don't have to be there when I do the reading,” the black-haired girl shrugged.

 

“It's not like you've got anything to be ashamed of, Makoto-chan,” the blonde insisted. “I mean, you've got plenty of talent.”

 

Makoto blushed when the Senshi of Love gestured to her impressive cleavage. “A-actually I just remembered that I've got something to do. I'll catch you up later, ok?”

 

“Ok,” Rei nodded with a small smile. “Let's go, Minako.”

 

 

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Ranma woke up feeling refreshed after her nap. Stretching, she reached for a canteen. After taking a long drink of water, the redhead decided that it was time to get some practice in and heated up some water.

 

After changing back, the vengeful teenager started his practice.

 

Halfway through an advanced kata, Mr. Slippyfist arrived with a grin on his face.

 

“Ah, it's good to see you up and about, Ranma. Good news, I've found out where the local high school is.”

 

“And why do ya reckon that's where the Senshi hang out?” the surly martial artist asked.

 

“Just a vibe, that's all. Now, how about I show you something that will help your speed training?” the demon-frog asked with a smirk.

 

“Ok, what is it?”

 

“Start cooking dinner, I want your full attention for this.”

 

 

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Rei led Minako to small wooden hut where she took the fire readings at the shrine. “Don't worry, Minako-chan, what I see in the vision is between you and me. I won't tell anyone if I see something embarrassing.”

 

“Ah, Rei-chan, you've brought one of your lovely friends with you,” an elderly gentleman said with a smile. “Are you going to be doing a fire reading for her?”

 

Minako froze when she recognised that the voice came from Rei's perverted grandfather. “It's ok, Rei, I just remembered that I need to be somewhere, we can do this later.”

 

“Oh, ok,” the miko in training shrugged. “Let me know when you're free.”

 

 

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Ranma looked sceptically at the device his new training partner had pulled out. “And this is?”

 

“This is a Temporal Manipulator. It lets me move faster than everybody else by shifting me out of phase with the universe.”

 

Ranma looked blankly at the leisure-suited frog.

 

Mr. Slippyfist sighed. “Right, I forget that you're from a race that hasn't ventured out of its solar system yet. This makes a bubble that lets me exist outside of the universe. My people mastered the technology do this so long ago, the Moon Kingdom can be considered a flash in the pan compared to my civilisation.”

 

“Moon Kingdom?” Ranma asked, still puzzled. “What's that got to do with anything?”

 

“Yes,” the demon-frog nodded. “The Moon Kingdom is where these Senshi come from. They're reincarnated warriors that protected life here in the solar system over ten thousand years ago.”

 

“How do you know so much about them?” the vengeful Saotome asked, his eyes narrowing.

 

“My people gave them the Time Gates. Sort of.”

 

“`Sort of'?”

 

“Yes,” the pervert winced. “An accident happened on a transport ship and they were part of the debris. Someone found them and they used them. I was sent to bring them back, as they were part of a strategic withdraw from another part of the galaxy.”

 

Ranma scratched his chin. “Why didn't you ask for them back?”

 

“I did, but they claimed salvage rights or some other bullshit. I proved that I was part of the race that built the Time Gates, but that wasn't enough for them. I forget why, but when I tried to take my people's property back by force, Sailor Pluto tried to kill me. She would have succeeded too, had it not been for this device,” Slippyfist smiled as he held up the black spherical object for Ranma to get a better look at it. “Because of this, I wasn't killed, merely taken out of phase with the female gender.”

 

“Why?”

 

“There may also have been a few incidents involving invasion of privacy and the theft of underwear,” the green skinned man laughed nervously.

 

Ranma looked rather unimpressed. “I see. Anything else I should know about? Any one else I should watch out for? Maybe the Royal bodyguards?”

 

“No, I haven't touched a woman directly for over ten thousand years. But the fact remains I'm not the man I was when I first encountered the Senshi. I want revenge, you want revenge. Do as I say and we can make them pay,” the walking afro instructed. “Now let me see your chi.”

 

 

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Several hours later, Ranma managed to get used to moving quicker than any living creature on the planet.

 

“This is pretty cool,” he commented with a grin.

 

“Yes, factor in your advanced combat training, and you're a veritable assassination machine.”

 

Ranma's good humour left his features. “That's not what I wanted.”

 

“I know. But there are other ways to get revenge,” Slippyfist said as he walked up to his associate. “I know that you don't like seeing people suffer, so we're going to do other things to these vigilantes. I need 100 % commitment from you, Ranma. We need more information about our foes before we can act, but I think we should try something that I saw in a comic book.”

 

“What's that?” the pigtailed youth asked suspiciously.

 

“We use sex as our weapon,” the diminutive lecher smirked. “I can show you how to do things to these women that will make them pass out with pleasure.”

 

“I'm not sure I like the sound of that,” Ranma frowned.

 

“Trust me, you will. I'll bet you that you get at least two of the Senshi to be your love-slaves and you'll enjoy every minute of it.”

 

“Why would I want a love-slave?”

 

The extraterrestrial being looked at Ranma like he'd grown multiple sets of limbs and started to throw fireballs around. “You do know why people engage in sex for recreation, don't you?”

 

“No, not really,” Ranma shrugged.

 

Mr. Slippyfist peered closely at his new student. “Ah, that's why, your training has damaged parts of your body. You have no sex drive. What's the best way to cure that?”

 

“I don't know,” the blue-eyed youth said, not really understanding what all the fuss about this sex business was.

 

“Wait, I think you've been cursed…”

 

“Yes, Jusenkyo, you stupid muppet.”

 

“Watch it, you. I can kick your ass just as easily I did Happosai's,” the leisure suited pervert warned. “I was referring to a curse put on you at a temple or shrine. I think the curse's power is waning.”

 

Ranma deflated slightly. “Oh, so now what?”

 

“You should go to a nearby shrine or temple and get them to give you a spiritual check up,” the green-skinned man advised.

 

 

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Rei finished her chores at the shrine with a yawn.

 

“More tired than I thought,” she mused as she stretched. Walking to the hut where the sacred flame was kept, she checked her watch and saw that there was a good reason for her level of exhaustion - she had been working for the last two and a half hours without a proper break.

 

“I'll just do a quick reading now and confirm it tomorrow before I see the others.”

 

After stoking the flame, she entered a trance and was treated to a vision of her talking with a man with an obscured face. She had no idea who it was, but she could tell that she was enjoying his company and he had an impressive physique.

 

Her glimpse of the future shifted and Makoto appeared. The brunette was ecstatic for some reason. After a while, she realised that the Senshi of Jupiter was mouthing the word “Sempai” to this mysterious man.

 

Not that he seemed bothered by the way Makoto was hanging off his arm. In fact, he seemed to be ignoring her and Minako who just so happened to appear and start flirting with him in favour of…

 

“Wait - that's me in there!”

 

 

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To be continued…?

 

No lemon here, but you'll get over it.

 

What's next you ask? Well, that would be telling.

 

Though, my pre-reader, Chi Vayne, knows some of what I may or may not have planned.

 

Until laterer comes, folks.