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| Causality Ch2 /snip; Just to prove I'm working on relevant stuff... | |
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| Ozzallos | Aug 3 2012, 09:15 PM Post #1 |
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I've had a few requests, so why the hell not. Chapter II Flux –noun [fluhks] 3. Continuous change, passage, or movement. “You ain’t a fiancee, are you?” It was a perfectly legitimate question to ask. Very rarely did attractive women simply drop into the life of one Ranma Saotome without some string attached, and that sting had usually been attached by his father in the form of a fiancee noose. Blue eyes flicked over the attractive form wrapped in a white form fitting seifuku that ended in a loose black skirt and calve high heeled boots. Her emerald green hair wafted slightly in the night breeze in time with the bow resting atop her bosom. The martial artist had seen bigger- namely on himself -but it was all pleasant package that in turn assured that her very proximity to his person would be construed by any of his current fiancee and as a ‘bad thing’. And my fault, the martial rolled his eyes mentally. There was also the fact that she had managed to sneak into a dojo housing at least three high level martial without any of their knowledge and that fact alone ensured that the woman before him had his undivided attention. That, and her uncanny resemblance to his current charge, a three year old little girl with similar green hair and red eyes. “No,” She stated plainly with a mysterious smile, as if she had been simultaneously expecting the question and found it amusing. Her response allowed Ranma to release a measure of pent up tension. If he were a betting man, he would have have said the same thing, but he already had three fiances in Nerima alone, another that professed to be so and God knew how many more waiting for him out in the wide world thanks to a man he loathed to call his father some days more than others. It was safer to play the odds. Ranma watched those red eyes sparkle with enigmatic mirth as she continued. “We do, however, share somebody in common.” “Yeah, I figured out that much,” Ranma bit back a chuckle as his suspicions were confirmed. He motioned a hand to his hip. “About yay-high; your hair and eyes, kinda clingy?” The woman nodded serenely. “Indeed.” “Don’t suppose you want to take her off my hands, do ya?” Ranma pushed forward to the most obvious solution to his problem and continued to roll with the logic that had served him well thus far. “Seeing as you’re related and all. You’re her sister or something, right?” The pigtailed teen watched the smile that spoke of secret knowledge faltered into uncertainty for the first time. “I’m afraid that is quite impossible.” “Ah, come on. It’s obvious you’re family.” Now it was Ranma’s turn to arch a skeptical eyebrow. “You ain’t the mother are you?” The uncertain took on a measure of perturbed frost. “No.” The martial artist ignored the warning as he continued to study the woman in front of him in an attempt to dissect the puzzle she represented. “Alright, but you gotta know who the kid belongs to.” The woman cocked her head, as if trying to come to a decision before answering him. “The child has no one. She has been... displaced.” Ranma rolled the word around in his head, trying to place the emphasis the woman had so obviously placed on it. Lacking further context he simply shrugged. “Alright, so help me un-displace her.” “Thus the reason I have contact you, Saotome-san.” She nodded, her face taking on an unreadable countenance. “That task has apparently fallen to you.” “You gotta be kidding.” Now it was Ranma’s turn to frown openly at the woman. He was on a rooftop in the middle of goddamn night talking to some woman obviously related to the girl he was taking care of and she was refusing to help? His statement aptly summed up his growing disgust for the situation he found himself in, if not for the person standing before him. “I am afraid not.” She stated with all the calm in the world, souring Ranma’s mood further. “I am not in a position to do so and there is nobody else.” “The kid has spent the last week gettin’ chased around by youma and the police ain’t up to it,” The Saotome’s eyes hardened as they gazed upon the only family member he could direct his displeasure upon. “You’re obviously family and that’s the best you can do?” “Essentially, yes.” She confirmed without emotion. Ranma ground his jaw down in frustration. He chewed on her lack of commitment before attempting one final conversational advance. “Then why are you even wasting my time?” The green haired female stared thoughtfully at the martial artist for a moment before responding. “Primarily to gauge your character, Saotome-san.” “Wonderful.” Ranma huffed, this time rolling his eyes in plain sarcasm as he turned away to the bank’s rooftop ledge and the three story drop onto the street below.. He threw her a nonchalant wave. “Night, mystery lady.” “And to deliver a warning.” That stopped him, and he glanced back over his shoulder. His outward attitude radiated uncaring arrogance. Inwardly the advisement set him on edge. Warnings from people with the ability to sneak into a house full of martial artists were at least worth a listen. “What warning’s that?” “Do not mistreat the child, Saotome-san.” She stated, her red eyed gaze lancing into him with deadly seriousness. “Abuse and neglect will not be tolerated. If I should find you lacking, I will replace you.” ‘Now that threat has promise written all over it,’ he observed silently, but met her gaze unflinchingly. “And I’d like ta see you try.” The standoff lasted for nearly a full minute as the pair stood atop the bank in the dead of night facing one another until the woman nodded. “Perhaps you will do after all. Good night, Saotome-san.” Ranma was nearly dumbfounded by the sudden turn of events and watched the woman turn on the ball of her foot, walking back toward the interior of the rooftop. The moment passed and he found his voice once more. “I’m gonna have to give her a name, y’know. Any suggestions?” The woman continued to walk, and another spike of annoyance at the woman’s attitude stabbed its way into Ranma’s psyche. This time he decided to pay it back. “Guess we’ll just have to name her ourselves. Maybe I’ll name her Nagumi.” The woman’s stride slowed slightly. ‘Gotcha,’ Ranma smirked internally and made a show of thinking the matter over. “Kikuko? Hmmm. Has a nice ring to it.” He scratched his chin thoughtfully. The green haired woman’s forward progress had now halted completely as she listened to his efforts with an unseen frown. “Ranko... Ranko Saotome... Nah. Yume?” The woman twitched with the name. “Nabiki’s kinda fond of Midori.” The martial artist mused, looking up at the stationary woman as if seeking advice. “Her green hair, you know. Like money and emeralds. What do ya---” “SETSUNA!” The trembling woman whirled around with a furious expression writ across her face. “Her name is Setsuna, already!” With that outburst and a final glare, she spun back around, disappearing abruptly with only a gust of displaced air to show for it. Ranma frowned slightly at the completely unexpected vanishing act, but let it slip away as he took to the rooftop edge himself with a grin. -------- Setsuna Meiou stepped out of the time-space fissure and directly into the inky black void fuming, her facial expression emoting a distinct look of displeasure as she contemplated her new name. ‘Midori indeed!’ She groused, stepping through the eternal night and up to its only resident: The Time Gates. The emerald haired guardian of time waved the silver staff in hand impatiently through the air before them. Runes along the structure came to life in a soft light blue glow. Truthfully, she wasn’t sure which was worse; the fact that one of her incarnations had been almost named something so awful or the fact that there was an incarnation to begin with. That was a problem; more so than remanding care of said incarnation to the teen known as Ranma Saotome. The emerald haired guardian fed power and will through the staff and uttered a single command from a long dead language, prompting the empty space overhead to distort. Lines and glowing nods began to spread through the sky, her red eyes tracked specific pathways even as her intellect confronted the dilemma present. As annoying as the boy was, a quick glance at his timeline indicated that he was probably the most secure guardian her younger incarnation could have stumbled across without any sort of preparation or groundwork. ‘He’ll do;’ she grudgingly acknowledged. ‘For now,’ she hedged and turned to the more pressing matter at hand. Her gaze studied the temporal flow conjured in the space above her with mounting concern-- She had a reincarnation and for there to be one of those, there would have to be a death. Her own. Somewhere in that swirling temporal highway dancing overhead her demise waited. Setsuna Meiou stared longingly at the flickering strands of gossamer light; confronted with her own mortality for the first time since watching the Silver Millenium fall twenty thousand years ago. She had stayed awake through those initial decades, helplessly watching the fires of war burn her very way of life down to ash. She helped those she could. Mourned those who were lost. And quietly, carefully began to nudge mankind out of the post apocalyptic dark ages and back onto the path of civilization. ‘But why now?’ She forced the question, if only to distract her intellect from the more morose recollections of her life and times. She knew the spiritual mechanics behind the process, yet there was still one overarching problem; She wasn’t actually dead yet. The woman sighed as she searched ineffectually for the single timeline that would answer all of these questions, already knowing she wouldn’t find it. A slight sniffle of contempt slipped past her lips as Setsuna contemplated her dilemma. The Guardian of Time was governed by three simple commandments, handed down by the Queen herself. Thou shalln’t go back in time to change history. Thou shalln’t stop time. It was the third that would be the most troublesome in this instance. Thou shalln’t know thy own timeline. ‘After all, we can’t make this too easy,’ She snorted softly to herself, and began to pace the eternal night before the gates themselves. The first two mainly guarded against creating a reality shattering paradox. The third was specifically in place as a fail-safe to guard against her own ambition should she have thoughts in that direction. ‘And if I were going to go dark general, I would have done so years ago,’ She rolled her eyes mentally. While it represented yet another obstacle to narrowing down exactly how a reincarnation was running parallel to her own existence, there were ways around the rules if one were creative enough. Setsuna Meiou allowed a playful smile to surface upon her lips. Twenty thousand years had turned her into a temporal McGyver. For instance, one could step back and warn one’s past self of a specific event. She wouldn’t be altering anyone’s past but her own, and even then, from within the subdivided dimensional reality of the time gates. ‘In fact, if I know myself, I’ll be sending myself a message through those gates any-’ Her thoughts were interrupted as the last, greatest artifact of the Silver Millenium began to hum with power. The woman known as Sailor Pluto chuckled to herself. ‘Right on schedule.’ Power gathered around the gate and a supernatural hum permeated the dimensional night as Setsuna stood by, watching as floating glyphs began to appear around the gate. they glowed much like the runes embedded in the Gates themselves, pulsing bright yellow for several seconds until fading out completely. The doors cracked open. A shaft of pure white light cut through the darkness. The guardian blinked at the sudden intensity but held her ground as the Time Gates opened wide. For a moment there was nothing but the light, then something danced within the brilliance; a back lit shadow. At first it was little more than a formless blot washed out by the all encompassing light, but it slowly gained definition as it stepped further out from the temporal rift itself. Setsuna waited patiently for the apparition to appear, already knowing that there was only one person that it could possibly be: Her future self, of course; or more accurately an astral projection of her future self since neither could risk direct physical contact with the other. The back-lit form solidified into a coherent body and Sailor Pluto’s easy smile fell from her face with each step closer it progressed. The person stepping out of the light smiled for her, then waved enthusiastically. “Hey, Puu!” The Time Gates began to close and what had walked out from them was neither herself or an astral avatar. It was, however, pink. Pink hair bound into a pair of dango sprouting longer pink streamers. A pink ribbon adorned her new arrivals bosom and there was of course, the pink and white seifuku. Setsuna’s eyebrow arched skeptically in reflex at the familiar yet unfamiliar teen before her who was all but family. “Small Lady?” She hazarded, prompted the girl to smile even wider. Setsuna studied the girl and her added inches in height briefly, then added with slight humor. “And not so small today.” “But I’m seventeen, now, Puu!” The pink haired heir to the Moon Kingdom protested with mock indignation but skipped over to the guardian of time regardless and gave her a hug. Setsuna welcomed it with a warm smile as the girl continued. “Besides, the growth spurt hit around thirteen anyway.” “I can see that much,” She nodded agreeably, filing the fact away for future consideration. The girl had indeed grown, slightly taller than her her mother but not quite as tall as her own self. Also obvious was the fact that she had fully stepped into her mother’s mantle, which only piqued the guardian's curiosity further. “Though why do I have the sneaking suspicion that you dropped by for something other than a social call?” The future incarnation of Sailor Moon blinked innocently and put a uncertain finger to her lips. “Because you’re the mysterious, all knowing Guardian of Time itself?” Sailor Pluto crossed her arms and favored the teen with a dry look, waiting for the real answer. Usa buckled within seconds under a showy sigh. “Alright, have it your way. I’m here to look after you. Well, the smaller you, that is.” “Hmmm,” Setsuna nodded slightly, already filling in the logical gaps. While she couldn’t risk associating with her own reincarnation, the girl in front of her could, though even that had its drawbacks. Her attention returned to Usa. “And it would be safe to say that my future self sent you back for this?” The pink haired teen nodded eagerly, causing the guardian to shake her head and aired her own missive. “What a mess. Your younger self will be active in Juuban and you cannot interact with her any more than I can with myself, is that clear?” “Temporal cascade, paradox, end of the world, blah, blah, blah,” The pink haired teen replied with all the enthusiasm of a student reciting an uninspired lecture. Her chipper attitude returned upon finishing. “Got it all covered, Puu-chan!” ‘This can’t have been the best idea I came up with,’ Setsuna groused, resisting the urge to pinch the bridge of her own nose in distress. She let her consternation drain away for the moment and focused on the girl in front of her. “My reincarnation’s current guardian is a hand to hand combat specialist named Saotome, Ranma. Use caution in your interactions with him, but if you suspect any sort of mistreatment...” “...I’ll administer the back-hand of love and justice,” Usa finished easily enough, favoring Setsuna with a bright smile. Setsuna blinked once again at the colorfully turned phrase but nodded none the less. “That will suffice.” Setsuna agreed hesitantly, taking in the personality of the girl she knew versus the one before her now. Chibi Usa could be a firecracker when she wanted to be, but was still a little girl finding herself in the big world. This version had found her place in the world. She was still a girl, but no longer ‘chibi’ and obviously growing up fast. She studied this new Sailor Moon for another moment before nodding her assent. “Then you’ll need a base of operations within Nerima. I’m reasonably certain I can secure a flat for your use.” It was Usa’s turn to favor the overly exaggerated dry look. “Don’t you mean ‘I’m reasonably certain because I’m Miss Money Bags and have more money than God’?” “Quite.” The Guardian of Pluto deadpanned, eyeing her pink haired counterpart with mock seriousness. “Lunch is on me, of course. Paris sound good?” “Now you’re speaking my language!” Usa cheered and fell in step with Setsuna as the elder of the pair conjured a temporal rift. The Mistress of Time simply smirked. Like mother like daughter. And that's all you get.
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| T.L | Aug 3 2012, 09:29 PM Post #2 |
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It shows that if you pray to the Fanfiction gods sometime you receive. Thanks. |
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| CatOnFire | Aug 6 2012, 01:58 PM Post #3 |
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Days go by and there is but 1 other comment. Not do to lack of interest, I highly doubt, but simply because the snippet is simply an introduction to future insanity. The range of what could happen is too great to ask any one question. |
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| Scratx | Aug 6 2012, 11:05 PM Post #4 |
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Blondes DO have more fun... tied up.
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Ah, poor Midori-sama *gets bapped by Sailor Pluto* Ow. Bad Puu. Now, the billion dollars question... How is Akane going to react to the latest new "fiancee"?
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| Tenhauser | Aug 8 2012, 06:43 AM Post #5 |
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Looks like Usagi's gonna be a grandma before she even gets out of elementary school. |
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| deathgeonous | Aug 8 2012, 03:36 PM Post #6 |
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Ah, there is a fanfiction god, and he is kind, for has convinced you to deliver more of this. Nice beginning for chapter two, so thanks for it. |
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| DCG | Aug 11 2012, 04:37 PM Post #7 |
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Needs more HLS. |
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| Wharpt | Aug 12 2012, 12:29 AM Post #8 |
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I thank you and your family for the continuation of this story and cannot wait to read more of it! Chib-Usa helping Ranma raise a chibi-Setsuna? This has mayhem and chaos written all over it!
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| deathgeonous | Aug 12 2012, 04:10 PM Post #9 |
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Yes Wharpt, yes it does. And can I say I'm eagerly looking forward to it? Because I AM!!! |
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| frice2000 | Aug 16 2012, 03:09 AM Post #10 |
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Just a weird exchange here. Ranma coming off as kind of a bit more diverted from a canon personality here then I think we should be expecting. Something just seems off about it. Ranma trying to antagonize her into a fight a little more would probably make that part a little better. Also perhaps him guessing that his new 'daughter' has this woman as a mother? Perhaps go back to his own childhood and his mother getting cut out of his life as a concern or hypothesis regarding that? Other then that comment the Usa stuff seems like it'll add a very nice element to the piece...Although without magic seems like she'd have problems being around the center of attention with Ranma. And her simply learning martial arts from a future Ranma or Ranma-raised Setsuna makes things a bit too predictable. Overall though love this concept and story. Thanks for sharing the snippet. |
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| WarGiver | Aug 18 2012, 09:18 PM Post #11 |
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Not sure how I missed this post... Love the snipit, but some how I can see a twisted ranma in the future giving his daughter a genma style dressing down about not calling home before running off to fight evil, complete with over dramitic "ohh where have I gone wrong" and "should not have to turn on the TV to find my disobediant child" .... |
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