Dragon amongst wolves
Dragon amongst wolves
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Hello,
Flying Rat Productions has finally started to branch out. We
now are doing a Ranma ficcie
as well.
This is a rewrite of the original which is now being
Co-Authored by Black Dragon Queen. For those that are a new reader please go on
and enjoy. For those of you that have been sending the death glares the story
is now back in production. You will need to reread the chapters. I hope that
you like it and Please review.
Warning: Not for those that like Akane.
suicide and child abuse. Slight crossover with many different things. Give us a
laugh and see if you can name what they are from.
Kallipso runs around wildly
looking back and forth. “Is it okay to come out or am I signing my own death
warrant?”
BDQ pops out behind Kallipso with
a mallet. “Give me back my Ed-chan. I am helping you
know give me back Ed-chan.”
Kallipso epps
and speeds away yelling. “Please enjoy the story. If you like
Shadowed Nights.”
~*~
It had taken a lot of man power
for Nabiki to finally find the runaway
been such a shock for the family when one morning the Tendo
household had awoken to find out that the best martial artist in all of
There was not a trace of him any where.
A search of the school, the
multitude of restaurants, the mass of rooftops, both of Ukyo’s and The Neko
food stand’s had failed to show even one hair of the missing fighter. They had
gotten so worried that the Tendo’s had eventually had
to swallow their fears and called Nodoka to find out
if Ranma, or rather Ranko,
was over at her house only to be disappointed when Nodoka
announced that she had not seen him either. They had gone all around
only to find out no one had seen Ranma since the day
previous.
When the search for the boy hit a
dead end after a full two weeks of searching, the father’s quickly set
escaped fiancé. It had taken three years but Nabiki
had finally received the phone call that they had all been waiting for. They
had finally found the martial artist. The Satome’s
where bristling with held in rage when they learned the location of the wayward
boy. Nabiki had finally been able to find
clan connections.
Ranma
once opposed Nodoka’s clan which was why they had
more than the usual wrecking crew with them. They quickly made their way up to
the compound/temple with full fledged battle aura’s, each one determined to get
an explanation out of Ranma one way or the other as
to the reason why he had put the stupid stunt that had put them through such
hell.
Nodoka
on the wooden paneling with murder in her eyes. That her son had shirked his
duty’s to the point of actually running away
had brought enough grief to their family, but for the boy to actually go to
another clan, a rivaling clan, was the worst form of shame imaginable.
Nodoka’s
raised her fist to bang again, to demand that they be heard or else. So when
the door was suddenly opened, she had to drop her fist down or else look like
some demented tyrant. That the door had been answered by an imposing figure
that seemed to fill the door way in more ways than possible did not deter her
from her mission in anyway. Though she could feel some of those behinds take a
few steps back. ‘Cowards,’ she
mentally sneered.
“How can I help you?” the giant
of a man asked eyeing the slight woman before him before gazing out at the
multitude of people behind her.
“You have my child in your house.”
Nodoka announced forcefully. “Ranma
has out standing debt’s that must be address. I ask that you either hand my
child over to me or grant me the honor of speaking to the head of this clan.”
The man stared at her for a beat
before opening the door wider. “A small contingent of your people may enter
while I get the head of the house but be warned,” he looked at the large group
of people and their enacing auras. “Should any harm
befall anyone in this household due to actions by you or your companions there
will be great antagonism between your clan and mine. I am Bankotsu
please come this way. ” Bankotsu finished his small
speech with a near-lethal gaze before leading them to a secluded receiving
area. Nodoko nodded, feeling the Kuno
siblings relief that they and the other cowards would
remain out doors and scowled at them briefly. What kind of unfit martial artist
did her son socialize with?
“The master should be with you
soon,” and with that said Bankotsu turned and left
them alone. The wrecking crew found themselves looking around at the delicate
looking surroundings with surprised at the lavishness that was shown. They
could not believe that any place that Ranma stayed in
could stay so nice.
“It’s probably a front! That
perverted baka ruins everything he touches.”
incapable of controlling her massive temper. “He could never appreciate the
fine and hard work that was put in this room. He probably lives in a cell where
he belongs.”
Kasumi and Nabiki
shared a look and shook their heads at the hate filled girl. They had tried
nearly everything since Ranma left to try and help
there sister recover and learn to deal with all the bad events that had
happened to her but nothing they did or said seemed to have any effect on the
girl at all. All they had gotten was nearly broken bones, bruises and damaged
property. Their deadbeat father was no help even when they tried to curb there
sisters traits he encouraged her.
“Now dear, remember that you
can’t damage anything in this room. If you feel the need to prove your point to
my son you will have to wait until we leave this place,” Nodoka
reminded Akane gently.
Akane
Nodoka
with pride. She would make a perfect wife for her son. Akane
could keep him in line and not let him do stupid stunts like this again. All of
the wrecking crew present, Ukyo, Shampoo,
Mousse, Ryouga, and the rest of the
psychotic women and all breathed a sigh of relief when the master of the
household entered.
“Hello,” he greeted them. “I have
heard that clan Tendo’s, Satome’s,
and Himura’s have something to discuss with our
clan.”
Nodoka
and turned to address the gentleman. “Hello, my name is Nodoka
Himura Satome. I have
learned that my wayward child, Ranma
walls. I humbly ask that he be returned to our clan,” she requested.
The clan head looked at the woman
before him with a slight look of puzzlement. “I am truly sorry, but there is no
Ranma Satome here.”
Nodoka
man’s confusion. “I fear that Ranma may have come
under an alias, may we pleased be accepted here to
make sure that Ranma is not here?”
to stay silent.
The man looked around at all the
occupants of the room with a critical eye, but it seemed that no one was able
to hone in of this fact as the all waited with held breaths at his decision.
“Very well,” the man agreed. “You
may be accepted into our clan walls for now. Heed the warning that you where
given by Bankotsu we do not wish fighting within our
clan walls, but if you harm or attempt to remove any valuables be it people or
otherwise you will be punished.” The head said in a deadly voice to them.
After bowing in thanks, Kasumi’s
melodic voice spoke up from her position by her father. “May I ask what clan we
are visiting sir?” she asked softly.
“Yes, Welcome to the Hajime clan
home. I hope that you enjoy your stay here. I am Hajime Kale.” With that said
the clan head turned and left the room leaving some members the wrecking crew wondering
if chargingin head first was really such a good idea
as they had thought.
Upstairs however someone had
already determined that their idea was probably the worst idea ever in existence.
‘It has been three years since I
last saw any of the Nermia wrecking crew,’ the figure
mused. ‘Three years and they look exactly the same.’
‘It’s so odd to think that the
gang has stayed completely the same when here I had changed so much from the
being that I once was. Some how I always thought that while I had been changing
so much that everyone changed as well but clearly that was not the case. Every
one was the exact same as before. Hell, even their aura’s
haven’t developed since I last saw them. It’s so weird. It’s as if everyone
remained frozen in the exact place as they were when I left.’
The figure dropped the curtain
from his window and glanced around the bedroom with it’s
little bosai trees and calm little waterfall.
‘And I remember the reason why I
left like it was just yesterday. The torment that I went through that finally
pushed me over the edge and finally convinced me to leave. The hell I lived. ‘
‘Bastards.’