Title: Twilights End

Author: radical edward

Disclaimer: I unfortunately don't own Ranma * pouts *
   or Anita * pouts again * they belong to their creators.
   Also this story is a crossover if you don't like then I am
   sorry. I did my best to keep the characters in character as
   much as possible. Ranma will be the wild card.

Warning: * spoiler alert * this fic takes place after the
   end of the Ranma series and after Narcissus for Anita.
   If you have not read, have no prior knowledge, or do
   not wish to know. DON'T READ! It will contain
   vampires, werewolves and possibly many other types of
   supernatural baddies, so be ready. If you do read and
   want to know more please contact me.

Rating: NC/17, for those of you familiar with Anita you
   know why. For those who don't that means SEX and/or
   sexual content, violence and LOTS OF BLOOD. If you
   are squeamish about any of that stuff I again suggest
   DON'T READ.

*** The prologs will be in third person (for
   different pov) and the story will be written very similar
   to the Anita novels ***



		Twilights End (prolog 1)


"What else can go wrong today?" Ranma said to himself as he lay on the Tendo 
roof watching the stars. ' Before Mt. Phoenix I never believed my life could 
get any stranger, but I was wrong. Since getting back from China everything 
in my life has gone to hell. Whatever happened with Saffron has caused me to 
develop new abilities, which I have kept secret, but that is not the worst 
part. Every one here is after a piece of the "God Killer." Oh do I hate that 
nickname. The Amazons are drooling over what a catch I would be for their 
tribe, Ryoga now thinks he has even more reason to beat me because of Akane. 
Ukyo tried another love potion to win me. I overheard Pops and Mr. Tendo 
plotting another wedding.' * sigh * ' Akane is another matter. I love her 
and I can't tell her. * Damn you Pops * I do everything in my power to show 
her I care, to the point of risking my life for her and all I get in return 
in her anger and a one way ticket in Akane air. I hate this. I wish there 
was some way to end it all. If some challenger showed up I would probably 
just let them kill me. That would certainly solve some of my problems.'

" Hello my boy." Happi said and smiled as he broke Ranma from his reverie.

" What!" Ranma replied obviously rattled.

*	*	*	*	*

Akane was startled by a voice she recognized as Ranma yelling near her 
window. She was about to go out and clobber him when another voice caught 
her attention.

*	*	*	*	*

Ranma began to get anxious as Happousai took on an evil smile. " Ranma my 
boy I am here to give you something as a reward for standing up to me for so 
long. " Happi then used his great speed and placed a small bag into Ranmas 
hand.

" What's this? " Ranma questioned the tiny man as he began mumbling under 
his breath. Almost as soon as Ranma finished his question was he rewarded 
with a jolt of intense pain shooting through his body.

" Your reward boy," Happi said with a smile and continued the spell. Again 
the jolts of pain returned bringing the proud martial artist screaming to 
his knees.

*	*	*	*	*

" What the...?" Akane said in shock as she watched Ranma collapse to his 
knees screaming in pain.

*	*	*	*	*

Between screams Ranma choked, " What are you... doing... to me?"

"Getting you out of my business."

A bright light began surrounding the fallen martial artist as Happi neared 
the end of the spell. The light continued to grow; it was now a small sun 
with bolts of electric charges shooting to the center from the surrounding 
area, bringing more pain filled screams from the lights occupant. All of 
Nerima could now see and hear the events taking place.

Akane was frozen on the edge of the roof. She couldn't see Ranma at all the 
light was so bright. But she could hear him; each burst of energy brought 
more anguished screams from Ranma as the pace of the bolts increased.

Happi yelled one final incomprehensible word and the energy burst in a 
massive explosion of light. Ranma was gone. There was nothing there but the 
old pervert. It was like Ranma was never even there.

"Good bye Ranma."  That was the last thing Happi said before being pounded 
into the roof by Mallet-sama.

*	*	*	*	*

Almost ten minutes later everyone was seated around the Tendo dining room 
table pondering what Akane just told them. Well everyone minus two idiots 
who were crying over the schools not being joined. Everyone else sat staring 
at a heavily tied up Happousai.

"Start talking Happi; or I will make you life completely miserable from now 
on." Colone told the shriveled old man.

"You couldn't."

" Try me." Happousai looked at everyone in the room, from Akane to Genma 
even to Nodoka and Ryoga, they all had venom in their eyes just for him.

" You win." He sighed. "Some time ago I found this very old transport spell. 
It took me ten years to translate. It was so old that some of it was 
untranslatable. What I could make out was that it was used by the ancient 
Chinese as a way of banishing criminals. It sends them to some far off land. 
It took me a full year to grow the ingredients and when I had them I cast 
the spell."

" Let me get this straight." Nebiki continued, " You cast a partially 
translated spell on Ranma without knowing what it would do to him, and that 
spell was supposed to send him somewhere on the planet, but you don't know 
where, or how to find him."

"Oh my!"

" That's right" Happi practically squeaked as everyone closed in around him.

" I suppose you had better start growing the ingredients again."

" Why Cologne?" Happi said defiantly.

" Because Happi you are going to help us find son-in law."

*	*	*	*	*

A lone figure dragged her tired and injured body through the brush. 'Where 
am I?' she thought as she pushed along. She needed to find a place to rest 
and heal so she kept moving toward the light she saw through the trees. 
After what seemed like hours she finally staggered into the clearing.

The girl nearly collapsed as she was engulfed in a wave of power. Some one 
in the crowd yelled at her but she didn't know enough of the language to 
understand. She tried to take a step forward but the crowd circled her 
preventing such a move. The gashes on her neck and side hurt terribly and 
she needed rest but these people didn't seem to want to help, and if she 
didn't get help soon she wasn't going to last much longer. Just then one of 
the people took a swing at her. She reacted in time and rolled back away 
from the attacker. The girl knew the signs of a fight well and flared her 
power in preparation for the fight, hoping she had enough to make it through 
what was about to come.

The group seemed shocked for a moment and then attacked. The first came 
flying at her with a tremendous amount of speed. She easily sidestepped and 
sent him hurtling toward a tree outside the edge of the clearing with a 
spinning heal kick to the back of the head. The girl landed and staggered 
for a moment. The next attacker seemed to have some knowledge on how to 
fight. The girl composed herself as the woman attacked with a complex series 
of kick and punches that she easily avoided and was ended with the smaller 
of the two doing a flip kick to the aggressors chin. The kicks momentum 
carried the girl back to her feet as she watched the recipient land on the 
ground unconscious. The girls' fatigue was increasing as she now paired off 
against three very large men. She heard a commotion off to her left but 
ignored it as they attacked. She dodged several charges and finally managed 
to get some space and room. ' These guys are fast. I don't know if I can 
beat them...shit.' The girl started to glow. The attackers charged in a 
blind rage. The light around the girl increased as she screamed some 
incomprehensible phrase and slammed her fist into the ground. The energy of 
the impact traveled through the ground and exploded at the men's feet. The 
explosion sent the men flying about thirty feet into the crowd. Still 
glowing the girl then turned her attention to the four remaining would be 
attackers. The girl began gathering her energy between her hands for one 
final blast before her body gave out. She was about to fire when she heard 
"STOP!" She turned her attention to the voice and the energy dissipated as 
it was forgotten. The four fighters scattered. An Asian man with very short 
hair, dress slack and dress shoes came running up to her. "STOP!" he said 
again in Japanese.

"You know Japanese?"

The girl nodded and faintly replied. " Yes."

The man rubbed his forehead for a moment and then asked, "Do you know... 
other... language? I only know... small Japanese."

She again faintly replied. "Yes, I know Mandarin, the Nichezou dialect of 
Chinese, Korean, and several dialects of ancient Chinese and Japanese."

The man seemed astonished for a moment and then relaxed. He then turned and 
spoke to a tall blond man next to him. After a moment he addresses the girl. 
"Our leader apologies for their behavior, they should not have attacked you 
and they will be severely punished for it." He then points to the blond man 
and continues. "This is our leader Richard and I am his bodyguard Sheng-Da."

Still not completely trusting, but much more relaxed about them she replied. 
"I am Ranma." She was cold, so cold it hurt. She took a step closer into the 
light of the fire and as she did so everyone gasped at the sight. A beauty 
with piercing blue eyes and fire red hair was standing before them, but what 
shocked them was her condition. She shakily stood there in tattered boxer 
shorts and the shredded remains of a Chinese style blouse. The blouse was 
partially opened revealing deep wounds on her neck and side, fresh blood 
still flowing freely down her blood soaked clothes to pool at her feet.

Ranma stood up on will alone, but that could last only so long and with a 
soft sigh her body gave out and her mind slipped into blissful nothingness.

*	*	*	*	*

Ranma woke in a soft bed in a mass of satin sheets and plush comforters. The 
room was decorated in vibrant reds and deep blacks that could even be seen 
with the dim lighting. Ranma tried to move to get a better view of her 
surroundings but immediately regretted it as each little movement sent jolts 
of pain through her weakened body.

After a few minutes of silence the door opened and seven people walked into 
the room. A small woman with short brown hair came immediately to her left 
side and began to check on her; another woman with shoulder length, curly 
black hair, followed her.  On the right there stood a tall, pale man with 
black wavy hair, on his right stood a smaller man with light brown hair and 
hungry eyes. At the foot of the bed she recognized Sheng-Da and Richard from 
before but it was the third that held her attention. He was tall with pale 
skin, pale blue eyes and very fine light blond hair. She just stared at him 
until the spell was broken by Sheng-Da.

" Ranma we brought you some place safe for you to recover. How do you feel?"

Continuing in Mandarin she replied. " Like crap. How long have I been here?"

"A full day." She seemed to ponder that for a few moments then points to 
Richard.

" I remember him from last night but who are the rest of these people, and 
where am I?"

Everyone looked over to Sheng-Da for a translation. He did so and then 
returned his attention to the bed.

"O.K. Ranma the woman on your right with the curly black hair is Anita and 
the other woman is Cherry. She is a nurse and has been treating your 
wounds." The redhead turned to Cherry and expressed her thanks, which 
Sheng-Da translated for her. "The tall man with the black hair is 
Jean-Claude, you are currently staying in his home." Sheng-Da again 
translated her thanks. "The one to Jean-Claude's right is Jason and 
finally," pointing to the tall blond, " this is Asher. You're currently in 
his room." She was again mesmerized by him. His silky hair, his smooth skin, 
she thought of how it would feel to have it under her touch... she then 
nodded to try and hide the crimson color her face had turned. "As to where 
you are. You are in the lower levels of a club called the Circus of the 
Damned. The city is St. Louis, in the United States."

Well that explains the English." She joked dryly. She then glanced over to 
Asher and was again lost until she was found by the calling of her name.

"Ranma!" She turned her attention to Sheng-Da. "Cherry says that you should 
get some more rest." With that the group left and Ranma almost immediately 
fell asleep in the plush bed.

*	*	*	*	*

"Wow!" Ranma heard someone whisper in English off to her lift. She moaned as 
she came into full consciousness. She looked over to Sheng-Da and smiled.

"What are you readin'?" she asked in Mandarin.

"A news article on a woman who was rescued from a group of rogue vampires. 
Apparently she was rescued by a single girl who, according to the police, 
single-handedly defeated them all barehanded."

"I'm glad she got to safety. It was hard to tell after they attacked me for 
setting her free."

"You did that?" He gasped in English.

"Yes." Ranma replied also in English. She then watched him get up and leave 
the room. Moments later he returned with Anita, Richard, Jean-Claude, Asher, 
Cherry and Jason in tow. They all froze as they saw a completely healed, 
very nude Ranma examining herself in the mirror.

"Ranma you should be in bed." He said at Cherry's insistence.

"I feel fine." She replied, which she proved by doing an aerial spinning 
heel kick and landing soundlessly on the carpet. She then turned to the 
group.

"Do you mind if I get shower?" She asked in English. She received no answer. 
In fact she received no response as they stared at her like a bunch of 
statues. She sauntered over to Sheng-Da and tapped him in the forehead. He 
blinked a few times.

"Do you mind?" She asked in English pointing behind her with her thumb 
toward the bathroom. He looked at her confused. She sighed.

"Me... Bath." She spoke in English. Saying the words to them as you would to 
a small child. They all nodded. She then smiled and headed for the bathroom, 
but stopped in the doorway. She turned around and said to them in perfect 
English, "I answer any questions you have when I get out." She then entered 
and closed the door behind her.

*	*	*	*	*

'Kami I feel better.' Ranma thought as he looked down at his male form. "Why 
can't I remember why I knew I could do that?" He shrugged it off, wrapped a 
towel around his waist, grabbed one for his hair and exited the room.

*	*	*	*	*


"Ranma... is that you?"

The teen said nothing as he stood next to the bed drying his hair. He just 
nodded. The next few moments were spent in strained silence, each person 
using his or her abilities to get a feel for the teen: just as Ranma was now 
strong enough to do in return. Ranma felt each individually. They all seemed 
helpful, sincere and very powerful. The nurse Cherry was strong, she had an 
orange glow and a fine warmth about her: she seemed the gentle type, but 
with a dark side. Anita, Richard and Jean-Claude were baffling. Richards 
power was smoldering and a bright orange. He had an air of royalty, but 
beamed with naiveté. Jean-Claude was a deep blue with an eerily frigid 
stillness. He seemed intelligent and truthful, but Ranma could feel an 
unyielding sexual pull just under the surface. Anita seemed to be a middle 
ground. She was a light blue, almost white with a chill to her power, yet it 
carried warmth. She seemed uncommonly brave and stubborn, craving control of 
her life. What confused him most was how all three felt like one being, one 
power; tendrils flowed and ebbed between them. Ranma then extended his power 
to Asher.

As soon as their energies touched they exploded in a burst of power. The 
shock of the sudden burst of power sent a cold wave through both of their 
bodies dulling all feeling, dropping them to their knees. They both curled 
up on themselves, trying to control the painful spasms that shot through 
them as a second wave of power forced its way through them. This wave felt 
of pure heat and electricity. Screams were torn from them as another; 
agonizingly intense wave rocketed through them. Their bodies arched in pain 
with each jolt of power. Electric bolts shot between them, wrenching more 
screams from their throats as a fourth wave of heat and electricity forced 
its way through them. This time the power built higher and higher: with a 
burst of white light and intense heat both men collapsed to the ground 
unconscious.

*	*	*	*	*

Ranma slowly came to consciousness. His body throbbed and he was so hot it 
hurt. He began some deep breathing in an attempt to control himself. He 
looked at Asher and saw he was doing the same. They both made a move to the 
bed to use it to help them get up. In the process Asher's hand brushed 
against Ranma's. The light skin contact sparked with power sending shivers 
of intense electric pleasure through them igniting an aching need inside of 
both of them. Ranma gasped and backed away as best he could. He was afraid 
of what ha just felt, pain he could handle, but this? He was now painfully 
aroused, and remembering there were people in the room he brought his legs 
up to his chest to hide himself, squeezing them trying to regain some 
control. Asher looked at the Japanese teens nude form and half lidded eyes 
and silenced a moan as his pants suddenly felt way too tight.

"What...ju...ju...sst...happ...end?" Ranma stammered in English.

"What DID just happen?" Anita forcefully inquired. She noticed Richard 
nodding his head in agreement to the question, and then turned her attention 
to the two vamps. All she got was a small smile from the both of them. "Tell 
us." She said coldly.

"Relax Ma petit. I believe what happened was Ranma's and Asher's powers 
calling to each other."

Anita looked confusingly toward Ranma and Asher. They were just staring at 
each other but she could tell they were listening intently. "Okay 
Jean-Claude no more cryptic bull-shit. What do you mean by 'called to each 
other'?"

Of all the people in this room I believe you and Monsieur Zeeman should know 
the answer to that?"

Her eyes shot wide in understanding. "You mean a mark."

"Oui Ma petit, but not just one, from their reaction I would say at least 
two."

Both Richard and Anita exclaimed "Two!"

"Oui, at least." He responded calmly.

Anita continued. "But I thought marks were given by vampires. I didn't know 
they could be gained by a reaction like that."

"It is rare Ma petit but it does happen."

"I still no understand." Ranma said weakly as he tried to control what was 
happening to him.

"Ranma both Anita and Richard have all four of my marks."

He thought for a moment or at least tried to around the need pulling at his 
mind.

"What...do...marks...do?"

Anita responded before the others. "They enable us to share our power..."

Jean-Claude interupted. " It's more than that. Power is shared, but it also 
enables the two or in our case three to know who and what each person is 
down to his/or her mind and for lack of a better word soul."
Ranma replied softly. "But I no even know who I really am."

Asher looked like an angelic predator, on his hands and knees, and his face 
a mask of animalistic lust. His eyes never left his Asian target even as 
Jean-Claude knelt down next to him. Jean-Claude then spoke to his friend 
softly in French. [You want this child, am I correct?]

Asher nodded slightly.

[His power may overwhelm you.]

[No.] He purred softly.

[He is a mystery.]

[Not to me.]

"Be careful and have fun." He said the next part into Asher's ear. "Take 
caution, his fear of what is happening to him indicates he is most likely 
untouched."

"I will."

Jean-Claude then rose to his feet and turned to leave the room. "Come 
Monsieur, Ma petit, young Cherry. Let us leave them be."

"Are you sure that's wise. We know next to nothing about him...her... aarg. 
I don't trust him."

"Anita you don't trust anyone."

"Shut up Richard."

Jean-Claude gave a small laugh at the exchange.

"Don't you start." She warned.

"He has a point Ma petit." She scowled at him. "But we should leave. We will 
find out all we need to know when things are finished between the two."

They all left, but Anita was not happy, not by a long shot.

*	*	*	*	*

Kasumi cheerfully walked to Akane's room to let her little sister know about 
dinner. She was about to tell her through the door when she heard sobbing 
coming from inside. Dinner forgotten she walked in to help her crying baby 
sister. The sight she was greeted with as she opened the door made her heart 
sink.

"Oh My." She said sadly as she watched her normally tough and boyish little 
sister cry openly into her pillow. Kasumi sat down and put her arm around 
the sobbing girl.

"Kasumi." Akane looked up at her sister with red, tear-filled eyes. "I miss 
him." She then began to cry harder, tears streamed down her face in small 
rivers. "I never got to tell him how much I cared for him. I loved him 
Kasumi." She collapsed back down into her pillow.

Kasumi's heart was breaking seeing her normally proud sister an emotional 
wreck. "Akane," she began. "I know Ranma cared for you deeply, we all knew 
he did, so don't give up hope. We can still find him. With Master Happousai 
and Granny Cologne looking for a way to do it, I'm sure we will get him 
back."

Akane sniffled. "You really think so Kasumi?" She gave a bright smile and 
nodded.

"Dinner is ready." Kasumi says brightly, changing the subject.

"Thank you Kasumi." She said and sniffled as her sister stood up. "I'll be 
down in a minute." She continued and gave a weak smile.

The older girl continued to smile at her sisters' improved emotional state, 
glad she helped and left the room. Once the door was closed her smile faded. 
"I hope we do get him back. We all miss you Ranma. It's not the same without 
you."

*	*	*	*	*

Ranma's breath caught and he shivered as Asher ran his hand lightly down the 
boy's leg. The boy looked up as Asher moved closer. Ranma was having trouble 
thinking as Asher continued to ignite the fire in the boy's body. Asher 
moved to the side of the smaller man and brought him into his embrace. The 
blond man turned the raven-haired boys head and kissed him. The kiss was 
gentle and urgent and initially shocked Ranma, but Asher's skill quickly 
caused Ranma's already clouded mind to shut down and respond to the kiss 
with equal urgency. After a few moments Asher pulled away leaving Ranma 
flushed and panting, eyes half lidded with pleasure. Ranma could not 
remember ever feeling anything that ever felt like this and he could not 
contain his voice as Asher made his body sing with pleasure. He moaned 
almost continuously as Asher kissed and sucked on Ranma's throat, moving to 
his collarbone and to his chest. He silently screamed and fisted his hands 
into Asher's hair as latched onto and teased the Asians nipples.

"Ash...Asher." Ranma pants. "What happening to us? Why we feel like this?" 
He then groaned as Asher pulled away. The Asian boy looked up to see the 
same need etched in the blonde's features.

"When our powers reacted and the marks were exchanged, they seemed to have 
reacted strangely. The line of vampires I am descended from has the ability 
to use sex as a form of power." He kissed Ranma on the forehead and 
whispered the next part into the boy's ear. "It seems that the need will not 
end until the marks are exchanged and because of the way we are reacting the 
only way we are going to achieve that is through sex." Ranma's thoughts flew 
away as Asher resumed his assault on the boy's chest.

Asher was enjoying every sound he caused to escape the boy under him. He 
craved this boy, he never thought he would have anyone ever again but now he 
had this boy that felt so right with him.

Ranma was so lost in sensation he barely noticed being set down on the soft 
bed. He opened his stormy blue eyes to see a completely nude Asher move over 
him. He didn't care about the situation, all he could feel was the marks 
pulling the need in his body and he knew that Ashe was the cure to it.

The Asian teen felt his legs being spread wide by the blonde as he settled 
between them. The taller man leaned down continuing the assault on the 
smaller ones body. Asher teasingly moved down the boy's body bringing ragged 
pants and moans all of the way until he stopped at the boy's sex. Asher 
began lightly rubbing the boy's cock drawing out sharp pants and moans. With 
Ranma distracted by pleasure the blonde inserted his finger into the boy 
almost immediately hitting his sweat spot. Ranma couldn't contain his 
screams of delight at the internal contact.

His breathing became shallow pants as he thrust his hips to meet Asher's 
hand. He was almost there when Asher completely pulled away. Ranma's moans 
of protest were interrupted as something larger pressed its way into his 
opening. With one quick thrust Asher seated himself deep into Ranma. He 
screamed in first pain then pleasure as the thrust hit that spot in him, 
sending pleasure radiating through him overriding the sensation of being 
split apart.

After what seemed an eternity to Ranma, Asher slowly pulled out till just 
the tip was inside of him and then slammed in again hitting that pleasurable 
spot. Before he had time to recover Asher thrust in again and did so setting 
a frantic pace driving them quickly to the heights of pleasure. Each thrust 
merged them body and power. Their energies circled them as their pleasure 
increased, riding each thrust of their bodies. Suddenly they both climaxed 
drawing each other's power into their own. Out of reaction Asher bit down 
into Ranma's throat causing them to climax a second time as pleasure once 
again rode through them and then it suddenly ended leaving them both tired 
and breathless.

After a few moments Asher recovered his senses and saw a faint glow 
surrounding Ranma. He gasped as Ranma suddenly shifted into his female form. 
The two moaned simultaneously as they felt the need claw at them once again.

"Why we still feel like this?" Ranma moaned as her body burned more than 
before.

"I am not sure. Perhaps the final mark must be given like this." Asher then 
slid down and then took Ranma's left breast onto his mouth causing her to 
arch off the bed in pure pleasure. Asher continued his pleasurable torture 
with his mouth as he brought his hand up to play with the other rosy peak. 
The redhead brought her hand up to fist in to Asher's hair, but he put it 
back to her side.

"Keep it there." He panted.

The blonde caressed, licked, kissed and lightly bit every area on the 
redhead's chest and neck bringing her breathing to shallow pants, as she was 
too aroused to do much else. He kissed her savagely as he slowly pushed 
himself into her until he was completely encased in her warmth. Ranma gasped 
at the feel of her body being so completely filled in this way, but the need 
in her craved more of the fullness. Asher almost immediately began a series 
of shallow thrusts, which quickly turned into a frantic rhythm as their hips 
pounded together. The two were so blinded by pleasure that they failed to 
see or feel their energies expend from their bodies and meld into an intense 
white light that got brighter with their increase in pleasure.

Asher shifted. He sat up bringing Ranma down into his lap facing him where 
they continued to drive each other to ecstasy. Intense bolts of pleasure 
caused Ranma to scream and put deep gouges into Asher's shoulders as she 
rode out each wave. Something in Ranma couldn't resist and she latched her 
mouth over the cuts on Asher's right shoulder. At the first swallow of blood 
they both came. The power flowing around them burst forth in a sharp wave 
causing the contributors to pass out from pure pleasure and exhaustion.

*	*	*	*	*

Everyone who wasn't sitting was on their knees on the floor panting from the 
wave of power and sex that just passed through them.

"Shit!!" Anita panted from her spot on the floor.

"Oui Ma petit." Jean-Claude whispered breathlessly from the couch next to 
her. After a few deep breaths for composure he continued. "I believe we now 
have a new member to our interesting little group."

Everyone just stared at him.

Anita responded "What?"

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In the next chapter of Twilights end Ranma learns about the Anita verse and 
the Nerima groups Ranma surprise.
	Look forward to it...



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Okay that is the end of Prolog ch1. I will try to make things more clear in 
the next prolog ch. Please R&R I like reviews and Flames are laughed at and 
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Twilights End, Prolog Ch 2

Ranma woke feeling all warm and fuzzy. She looked around the room seeing 
everything through a dreamlike haze. 'Was last night a dream?' She thought 
as she continued to survey the room. A moan next to her brought her to 
attention. She lay there in shock as she stared at the blond haired angel 
next to her. 'I... It was real.'

Asher woke up and looked over to see a very shocked redhead. He reached 
over and caressed the girls' cheek. 'By God she is a beauty.' He thought to 
himself as he reached for the girl. Her shock subsided as she leaned into 
the gentle touch.

"Hello Mon Amour."

Her smile faded as she asked, "What... does that mean?"

"What is it you mean by that?"

"Mon Amour?"

"Ah. It means 'My love'." Ranma smiles a half smile and nods.

"Mon Amour," he began, "I must say that your English seems much improved 
from earlier this evening."

"I always learn fast, I listen to people talk last few days when everyone 
think I asleep, but I no think straight enough to speak it earlier." Asher 
smiled knowing exactly what Ranma meant. Asher and Ranma heard a knock on 
the door.

"You okay?" The voice asked.

Asher replied "Yes we will be out shortly." He then looked them both over. 
"I believe we should bathe and then see the others. They no doubt will have 
questions."

* * * * *

Ranma stood in front of the mirror looking at the changes she went through 
because of the marks. She remembered that her female form had always looked 
young but now it looked as if it had finally grown up. She was now almost 
six feet tall, and her form filled out for the height. Her legs were slim 
and muscular, hips curvy and waist slim. She gazed upward noting that her 
breasts were now about three cup sizes larger, and that says a lot they 
were big before. The most startling change was her hair. It was still red, 
but it now had streaks of black and white blond mixed in, stripes of color 
spread through out her hair. She realized that the black was probably from 
her male form and the blond was probably from Asher. It was the only probable
explanation. One thing she couldn't explain was the increase in the length
of her hair. It should have ended just below her shoulders, but it didn't
end until just below her knees. 'Why did my form change?' she thought.

"I wonder?" She said to herself and concentrated on the change. She mentally
searched for her male form, found it and fueled it with power. The power
spilled out in and in a shimmer of light she became male. He again admired
himself in the mirror. This form looked about the same as he remembered,
only a little taller and a little less childlike. He was still very muscular,
but keeping that slimness he needed for his quick movements. His hair was
again the major change. It was the same as his female form except that the
red and black were switched, giving his long raven hair splashes of red and
white.

"What do you find so fascinating Mon Amour?" Asher then moved behind and 
put his arms around the young man.

"What happened to me?" Ranma leaned back into the embrace loving how gentle 
and comforting it was. "Why did my forms change?"

"I do not know." He let go of Ranma and backed up to the bed. "Let me see 
your other form."

Ranma turned to face Asher, head bowed, hair around him like a dark curtain.
He mentally searched for his female form, found it and began to feed it power
like he did the last time, and as before the power spilled forth and changed
him in a flash of glimmering light. Once the transformation was completed he
looked up to Asher and flipped his hair behind him showing off his new form
in all of its glory. The redhead smirked and sauntered toward the bed. Asher
was completely stupefied by the beauty before him.

"I see you approve." The stupefied blond nodded lightly. Ranma just laughed 
as she embraced him. "I never thought someone as wizened and gorgeous as 
you would be silenced by someone like me."

He returns the embrace as he looked at her in the eyes. "Only you could do 
this to me Mon Amour."

After a few moments they separated. "We need to talk to the others before 
they get impatient and barge in on us." She looked down and they both began 
laughing. "Maybe we should get dressed first. Do you have anything I can 
borrow?" They both smiled at each other and went to get dressed.

"I believe I have something." He replied lightly and escorted Ranma into 
the rooms changing area. "I believe your male form would fit my clothing 
better."

Ranma looked at Asher and nodded in agreement. Asher backed of and watched 
as that shimmer of light changed the beauteous redhead into the gorgeous 
raven-haired young man that is Ranma. He looked the young man over and came 
to realization. 'I hope my clothing will fit him better.'

* * * * *

"What! You have no memory."

"That is correct Anita. I remember certain actions and events, but no names 
or faces. The stuff I do remember is mostly battles."

"What do you mean by 'battles'?" Anita quizzically asked.

"I do not understand the question?"

"What I mean is, what kind of battles?

"Martial Arts battles. Some were minor as if they were just sparing. I had 
the feeling I had fun in those, except the phrase 'Ranma prepare to die' 
comes up." He shrugged. "But what I remember most is an intense battle that 
nearly killed everyone with me and put me at the brink of death. I remember 
fighting with every move I had and every ounce of strength I could and 
still it wasn't enough. Someone I obviously cared about greatly sat in the 
rubble dying and her whisper of my name set me off. I seem to recall a 
great surge of power; I think it was based on my anger, because I was very 
angry with my opponent about that girl. I think I remember putting all of 
that power derived from the anger along with whatever power I had remaining 
and put it into a final move. The attack was so powerful that it proved 
lethal to my seemingly invincible enemy."

"Man Ranma!" Jason interrupted. "Who was your opponent?"

Ranma lowered his head in thought. His shoulders tensed with the effort of 
recalling the fractured but of memory. After a few moments of silence he 
turned his attention back to the crowd.

"I believe his name was Saffron."

Anita, Asher, Edward, and Jean-Claude all exchanged looks of pure 
astonishment.

"Mon Amour are you sure the name was Saffron?"

"After the battle ended I remember someone calling out 'Lord Saffron' before
I passed out. Everything else about it is a black haze."

"Bounty hunters world wide have been wondering who could have killed a living
God and who could have done it. Bounty hunters have been trying to kill him
for years and if this kid is telling the truth..." He let the sentence go.

Everyone separated to think on what Ranma had told them, while Asher bent 
over the back of the couch and embraced Ranma from behind.

"Anita, aside from the fact that the boys story was fascinating, why am I 
here?"

"Edward, Ranma needs some I.D. and background. The cops won't know what to 
do with him."

"What do you mean?"

"For starters, last night Ranma barely knew a word of English. Thankfully 
Sheng-Da knew one of the languages Ranma 'could' speak. And secondly Ranma 
came to us as a woman."

Edward sighed. "How can someone who speaks English as well as he does not 
know it a few days ago, and what do you mean by 'came to you as a woman.'

Anita sighed in response. "No. Ranma do you mind showing him?"

"No I don't mind." Asher backed off as Ranma stood. He closed his eyes and 
concentrated on the change. Doing what he did back in the room, he fed the 
magic. His body tingled with the change. Ranma opened her eyes, when the 
change finished and found Edward standing right in front of her. Edward 
leaned forward and gave her a good inspection. He then reached forward and 
poked the red head in the breast. After the initial poke he then began 
squeezing.

"Um... could you stop that?" She said that and then froze as if struck by 
something, after a moment she shook off the feeling.

"Ranma, you okay?" Sheng-Da inquired.

"Yah, just some d,j. vu?"

Edward backed off and faced Anita. "I see your point. Is he some kind of 
Lycanthrope, genetic shape shifter or anything like that?"

"No," Cherry responded before anyone else could. "Actually I took a blood 
sample to a friend of mine and had him do some tests. I had him look for 
any traces of lycanthrope or some odd genetic factors. He was clean. In 
fact he is completely human and in amazingly more then perfect shape."

"When did you do that Cherry?" Anita inquired.

"I did it that first night. I did it before we discovered it was vampires 
that caused all of his wounds and not any of the wolves."

"That was good thinking Cherry."

"Thanks Anita."

"Um... Ms. Cherry?" Ranma asked tentatively.

"Yes, and just call me Cherry."

"Oh. Okay. I was just wondering if the tests found anything even remotely 
strange?"

"Well, remember how I said that you were in more than perfect health." Ranma
nodded. "From the blood sample he found that your immune system and metabolism
were extremely fast. You seemed to have immunities to nearly everything he
tested on it. And what didn't already have immunities, the sample killed any-
thing he introduced into it." She paused. "Personally I think that if you
were infected by lycanthrope your body would eradicate it before it became
permanent. You're basically immune to it. What confirmed our suspicions on
your metabolism and immune system was how fast you healed. You heal faster
than a Lycanthrope."

"I do?"

"Yes. Your injuries should have had you down for at least two weeks instead 
you were down for only two days."

"Actually Cherry." Ranma began. "I was basically healed after the first 
night. I was just exhausted. I spent the next day resting and listening to 
everyone."

"Listening to what?" Edward asked.

"To your usage of the language. I wanted to make sure I was going to use it 
properly."

"Then why were you still using Mandarin?"

"It's easier to speak."

"I think it is best if Ranma stays here with you for the time being. I will 
have his...her...Ranmas' background information here in a day or two."

"Thank you Edward."

"You owe me." He turned to Ranma. "I will need a picture of both of your 
forms." He pulled out a small camera. "Male form first then female." Ranma 
did as he was asked and after the pictures were taken Edward left.

Anita collapsed down on the couch. "Great I owe Edward another favor." She 
sighed. "I need this like I need a bullet in the brain, which knowing his 
favors just might happen."

"What is the problem?" Ranma inquires from her place back on the couch. She 
was sitting back against the couch with Asher standing off to her right with
his hand on her right shoulder.

"To put this short Ranma, Edwards last favor killed me. I was attacked by 
some skinned ghouls and nearly died again at the hands of a life-sucking 
vampire. All in all it was not an experience I want to relive."

"...I see your point."

"Ranma, Ma petit as interesting as this has been we have other things to 
discuss." He looked at them both. "Ranma in light of recent events I believe
Edward was correct in suggesting that you stay here. So for as long as you
need this is your home."

"Thank you."

"Secondly you can't go around wearing Ashers' clothing. I am surprised the 
buttons are still holding you in." Ranma looked down and blushed. "Ma petit 
it is your day off tomorrow is it not?"

"Yes, I'm off for the next two days. Why?"

"I would appreciate it if you would escort Ranma shopping."

"Why me?"

"It never hurts to have a woman's touch on the underwear."

"I'm serious here."

"So am I, but you also know all of the places to get clothing for casual to 
Council."

"Speaking of Council," Richard interrupted, "What are they going to think 
of the increase in power here? We're already on the Councils' hit list. Now 
with this..."

"I agree this isn't good." Anita responded.

"We shall come to that problem when it presents itself. Now Ma petit," 
Jean-Claude continued seeming to change the subject, "about tomorrow?"

"I was planning on spending the day with Micah."

"Bring him along. A mans opinion will always be needed."

"It might be a good idea if I come along just in case there are any language
problems."

"That might not be a bad idea. We don't need any potential language problems
to make things more difficult." Anita said. Richard nodded in agreement.

"Good." Jean-Claude changed the subject. "Jason, have Damien come and see..."

"EEEK..." Snap. Crash. Everyone looked over to see Ranma panting holding 
her left breast with her right hand. Her left was extended in a fist. 
Everyone followed the line of her arm to the far wall. There they saw Jason 
pulling himself out of the rubble of what once was the room divider wall 
holding a very bloody and broken nose.

"Jason." Anita warned.

"What they were so tempting, I couldn't help my eegh..." His sentence was 
cut off by Ranmas hand tightly squeezing his throat holding his him dangling
over her head.

The red head growled at him in menace. "Don't ever do that again." He just 
nodded weakly grabbing at the hand on his throat. She then let him go and 
walked back to the couch. Jason crashed painfully back into the rubble.

"Did anyone see Ranma move?" Anita asked astonished. Everyone just shook 
his or her heads no.

Asher and Jean-Claude smiled.

"Well it seems we have a lot to learn about our new friend Ranma." Everyone 
nodded in agreement to Jean-Claude's statement.

* * * * *

Two men and two women each carried an entire wardrobes worth of bags to 
Anita's Ranger.

"That should be the last stop." Anita sighed.

"Thank goodness." Ranma sighed as she put the last of the bags into the 
back of the Ranger.

"I will say this Ranma you have really good taste." Micah commented.

"Thanks." They all got into the car and started their way back to the Circus.

"Anita."

"Yes Ranma?"

"I was wondering? You know Asher better that I do. Do you know why he 
occasionally flips his hair in front of his face as if to hide it? When he 
does it he looks startled and then pushes it back to try and hide it. I was 
just wondering if you knew?"

"Don't worry too much about it Ranma it's just an old reflex."

"A reflex to what?"

"Somehow I'm not surprised he hasn't said anything. Until a few weeks ago 
he was heavily scared from Holy water. He went through some extensive 
plastic surgery to repair the damage. The physical scars are gone and his 
looks have been restored, but the mental scars won't fade so easily."

"It looks like I am going to have a talk with him after the clothing issue 
is settled."

"What issue?" Micah asked.

"Oh, nothing much, just Asher and Jean-Claude wanting a fashion show out of 
my with my new stuff." All four of them laughed at the idea if 'fashion 
model Ranma.' The laughter eventually faded and rest of the car ride was 
spent in silence. Ranma wondered about her old life and her current 
situation as she stared out the window idly playing with a strand of her 
low ponytail as she watched the unfamiliar scenery fly by.

* * * * *

"That was annoying." Ranma said allowed. But mentally added, "fun, but 
annoying." He carefully put his new clothing away in the room that Jean-
Claude had given him. Asher wanted Ranma to stay with him, but Jean-Claude 
knew Ranma needed to be alone. Asher understood. Ranma needed space to 
stretch and meditate, but mostly he needed time. He needed time to adjust 
to what has happened to him and where he is, learn about the people that 
are now in his life and to get a chance to rediscover whom he is.

He tried to think back to his old life, tried to remember what it was like, 
but his only rewards were fuzzy images and a splitting headache. He realized
his memories would probably return in time so he reluctantly decided to focus
on the present.

But one image persisted in working its way to the surface of his jumbled 
mind. The vision showed a bruised and battered version of him holding a 
dying girl in his arms. He saw himself crying and talking to the girl as he 
held her tightly to himself. There was no sound in this vision and the 
faces of the people were empty but the feelings weren't, they were real. In 
reality Ranma couldn't stop the tears from cascading down his face. The 
emotions hurt so much that they caused him to collapse to his knees in 
pain. But the tears ceased to stop so he gave that ides up and collapsed 
his face into the cradle of his hands.

Anita was frozen in the doorway. She came to ask Ranma a question but instead
found herself rooted to the floor watching the man cry. She hated it when
people cried around her. She could never figure out how to really deal with
crying people except for the instinct to do anything to make them stop.

"It's okay...Anita." He said between sobs. His words broke Anita out of her 
stupor and she slowly edged her way over to him.

Anita, not being on the tentative side of anything bluntly asked, "Why are 
you crying?"

"I'm not sure." He responded sobbing then continued, "All I know is that I 
can't stop." Anita, not being entirely sure on how to handle the situation 
did the only thing she could think of. She hugged him like he was a small 
child and let him cry into her shoulder.

* * * * *

Some time later she emerged from Ranmas room looking tired and haggard. She 
walked right into a conversation about the young man.

Jean-Claude looked at her, raised an inquisitive eyebrow and asked, "What 
kept you Ma petit?"

"When I went in there he was an emotional mess. I spent the last hour or so 
calming him down. He cheered up briefly at the notion of training me but 
almost immediately broke down again."

"How is he now?" Asher asked concerned from the corner.

"Asleep." She replied frankly, "He fell asleep about five minutes ago."

"If he was in so much turmoil, why did I not feel any of it? I had no shields
up and he could not have strong enough shields wet to block something like
that."

"But he obviously did Asher." Anita replied as she sat down on the black 
leather couch. "He is incredibly powerful and his control over that power 
is amazing." She leaned back into the seat and looked at everyone else to 
see if they were accepting what she was saying, before continuing. "What 
frightens me is that I sensed a lot of unused magical ability stored in 
him, but the frightening part is that he is as powerful as he is without 
ever really tapping into it. I don't think anyone around him knew what it 
was or they possibly didn't know what to do about it. I wouldn't be surprised
if the magic leaked everywhere causing him an unending supply of problems.
It may even be part of the reason he is here."

"Do you know what caused him to break down like that?" Sheng-Da asked from 
behind Richard.

"I think some of his memories may be returning."

"Is there anything we can do to help him?"

Anita began to rub her temples to fight off the upcoming headache. "I think 
I know someone who can help with the magic stuff, but other that be there 
for him, I don't think there is anything we can do for his emotional
problems."

"It was very motherly of you the way you helped him Anita."

"Shut up Jason, unless you want another broken nose."

Asher smiled as Anita threatened Jason, he was so good at pushing peoples 
buttons it was nice to see him get it in return. He left to be with Ranma. 
He may love seeing Jason get his just desserts, but he felt Ranma was more 
important.

* * * * *

Ranma woke up feeling much better, he needed that cry, but he didn't know 
exactly why. It hurt not remembering something he felt it was important he 
should know. He was brought out of his thoughts by a gentle hand stroking 
the length of his hair. The raven-haired man looked up to see Asher lost in 
thought.

"Hay Koi." Ranma said softly. Asher blinked and then looked down to the 
voice.

"Koi?" He asked.

"It means 'Love'." Asher smiled.

"How do you feel?"

"Better. I just wish I knew why that happened?"

"Anita believes it may have been one of you memories returning. It is only 
logical that some of the more powerful aspects would return first."

Ranma relaxed for a moment letting what Asher said sink in and enjoying 
what Asher was doing to his hair.

"What time is it?" Ranma asked and then yawned.

"It is a little after two."

Ranma groaned. "Asher I hope you don't mind, but I'm tired and I would like 
to get some sleep."

"Of course," Asher replied and kissed Ranma on the forehead. "Until tomorrow
Mon Amour." He said softly and left the room closing the door behind him.

Ranma went to the closet, changed into a tank top and flannel pants and 
then settled into bed to let sleep claim him.

* * * * *

"This scroll doesn't make any sense." Cologne said to herself and then turned
to a heavily tied up Happousai. "Are you sure about your translation?"

"As sure as I can be. Now will you untie me?"

"Not yet Happi." She then returned to studying the scroll. She looked from 
his translation to the scroll and then to her translation, doing that sequence
several times. After a few minutes she gasped.

"What Cologne?"

"You were wrong Happi." The old woman said as she hopped to the bookshelves 
in the Cat Caf, basement. The bookshelves were filled with ancient Amazon 
books that would be worth a fortune to a collector. She carefully picked 
one out and returned to the scroll. She opened the book and scanned the 
pages comparing it to the scroll and taking notes as she went. The only 
noises heard were the pages flipping, the pen scratching and Happi squirming.

"Knock it off Happi." The old ghoul stated flatly to the small man as she 
bashed him with her staff and returned her attention to the book.

"What was that for?"

"Simple you old lecher. We have a huge problem and guess who the main cause
is?"

* * * * *

Anita walked up the stone steps to the main hall of the Circus. During the 
day the place is empty and Ranma thought it would be a perfect place to 
teach. She was about to begin some lessons that would make her life easier 
when it came to dealing with bad guys bigger than her and because she was 
five foot four every bad guy is bigger than her. She got to the landing and 
was frozen in awe at the two warriors engaged in a heated battle.

* * * * *

Ranma back flipped away from the sweep and landed soundlessly on the ground,
his thigh length braid swaying softly behind him. Sheng-Da pressed a charge.
He aimed a punch to the longhaired mans head. Ranma easily ducked underneath
it and did a sweep of his own. He spun and caught the shorthaired Asian at
the ankles with a reverse sweep sending him tumbling to the ground. Sheng-Da
managed to barely catch the fall and used his momentum in a roll. He rolled
backwards several times before finally regaining his feet. He had next to no
time to recover as the longhaired man was almost immediately upon him. Ranma
aimed his punch for a head strike, but the other Asian push blocked with his
right hand and spun around for a backhand strike to Ranmas' head. He dodged
by doing a backbend. After placing his hands on the ground he kicked upwards
with his legs catching Sheng-Da in the chin. Ranma then pushed himself into
the air with his momentum. Righted himself in the air and landed soundlessly
on the stone floor. Sheng-Da was sent flying by the kick and landed hard on
his back about fifteen feet from the point of impact.

After a moment of Sheng-Da just lying there Ranma dropped out of his fighting
stance to see if he was okay.

"You okay?" Ranma asked.

"Yes," he replied a bit weakly. "I just got the wind knocked out of me when 
I landed." Ranma extended his hand to help him up and Sheng-Da took it.

Clapping brought everyone's attention to the door. There they saw Edward 
standing there with a large smirk printed on his face. The clapping stopped 
and the smirk faded as he took several steps forward.

"That was quite amazing Ranma. I see now why you say you defeated Saffron."

"Uh... thanks."

"Edward why are you here?"

"I finished the kids background." He walked over and handed a folder to Ranma.
He stared at it a moment and looked at Edward.

"Um... Mr. Edward?"

"Just Edward."

"Okay Edward. Do you have some time to spare?"

"Yes, I don't have anything to do until this afternoon. Why?"

Ranma smiled and handed the folder back to Edward. "I was hoping you could 
hang around for an hour or so and we could go over it when I finish."

"Finish what?"

"Anita's lesson." Edward looked over to Anita who did her best impression 
of a wall, not wanting to give Edward any show of emotion.

"I figured it was a good idea." She said stepping toward the two. "With all 
of the crap that has happened to me over the past year or so I figured a 
better form of self defense was in order, especially with Olaf still on the 
loose."

Edward nodded and took the folder. "I'll wait then." He said and moved to 
the wall next to Sheng-Da.

* * * * *

"Okay Anita, I'm going to lead you through a basic kata. It is designed for 
breathing and ease of movement. When you do it you want to breath from your 
stomach and be as light on your feet as possible. I'll do it once and then 
we'll do it together. Watch carefully okay?"

Everyone watched Ranma move through the kata with an unsurpassed grace. He 
seemed to float from step to step. Punches moved to kicks and blocks in a 
seamless flow showing off this deadly dance. When it ended he turned to Anita.

"Ready?"

She nodded and followed Ranma through every bit of instruction.

* * * * *

About an hour and a half later the now trio, after Sheng-Da left because of 
a call from Richard, sat in the main room of the lower living quarters of 
the Circus.

"All right Ranma," Edward began opening the folder and handing him documents
as he told what they were. "This is your Birth Certificate, passport, Drivers
license, immunization records, school records..." the list went on.

"Do you have any questions?"

"Ranma Sakai?"

"I had to give you a last name."

"I also don't know how to drive."

"I'll teach you Ranma." Anita said.

Edward began. "All of your background is in place from your parents to your 
current job. Your parents were Hiroshi and Yuki Sakai and you were born in 
a small Southern California town called Thousand Oaks. When you were five 
your parents died in a car crash and you were sent to Japan to live with
a family friend. You both did a lot of traveling before settling down in 
Tokyo where you finished High school. I took into consideration your learning
ability. Your travels gave you insight into different cultures and languages
as well as your fighting abilities. So I had you move back to the States and
attend Missouri state and graduate with degrees in Foreign Languages and
Cultures, Preternatural Biology, and Physical Education. With your physical
abilities I gave you all of the credentials of a Bounty Hunter and Vampire
Executioner."

"Edward he is going to need to be trained."

"I'm aware, he is on trainee status until the two of us finish training him."

"Um... excuse me I hate it when people talk around me."

"What I mean is that you will learn from Anita and myself all of the rules 
of being a Bounty Hunter and Vampire Executioner. Do you have any questions 
on that?"

"I probably will after the initial shock wears off." He paused, "I do want 
ot know one thing?"

"What did you do about my other form?"

"That is simple. Since you have obviously traveled and been to Josendo because
of Saffron, it is safe to assume you fell into a spring at Juusenkyo. So we
just say you were accidentally cursed as a child at Juusenkyo and problem
solved."

"I guess so."

Edward stood up. "Good, then I leave you to your reading." He then left. 
Ranma picked up both of his Drivers Licenses and stared at then alternately.

"Ranma Sakai, age twenty two..." he drifted off, "I guess for now I call 
this home."

He gets no response.

* * * * *

All of the Nerima Wrecking Crew was gathered at the Tendo Dojo living room 
awaiting the arrival of the Grandmaster of Anything Goes and the Amazon 
Matriarch.

Kasumi finished serving tea and sat down at the table when the two appeared 
silencing everyone's chatter. The silence was brought on by there arrival 
and by the lack of Happi groping.

Cologne cleared her throat and then began, "I believe we have a problem."

"What kind of problem?" Akane asked concerned.

"Happi made a gross error in his original translation." Everyone glared at 
Happi as he tried to make his diminutive size even smaller. "The spell was 
designed to send great Champions to their just rewards. It sent them to 
where ever they would receive exactly what would make them the most happy."

"If so Great Grandmother, Why no Ranma here?"

"Simple Shampoo, he was miserable here."

"Why he no be happy? He have Shampoo." Cologne just rolled her eyes.

"This must have truly been Hell for him." Akane said defeated.

"Most likely child. But not just here, his whole life was a never-ending 
struggle with no end to the torture or hardships."

"Oh my. But he seemed so happy."

"He probably was around you Kasumi dear. You have a gift of unintentionally 
making everyone around you happy."

"Oh."

"Why didn't any of us notice this? He was horrible at hiding anything."

"I noticed Nabiki, he just got more depressed and stressed at time went on 
and I regret having a part in the build up of those feelings. But all of 
you are so caught up in your own lives and needs that you fail to notice 
anyone else's. Poor Ranma. Everyone here, minus Kasumi, has either ignored 
him, yelled at him, beat him up, blamed him for all of their own problems, 
tried to manipulate him, tried to kill him, treated him like a prize or 
position, or just treated him like dirt. He helped out those he considered 
friends whenever they needed it and received no thanks in return. I honestly
believe Happi did the boy a favor."

Everyone sat in silence letting all of what Cologne said sink in, until a 
sobbing Akane broke it. "Is there any way to bring him back?"

"With the spell?"

"No."

"What!" Everyone yelled in unison.

"The spell is a one way ticket and is different for each person."

"Then how do we get him back?"

"Yes we must find the cur so I might smite thee."

"HoHoHo! Yes brother dear. We must do whatever it takes to find my darling 
Ranma."

"I Tatewake Kuno decree that all of the Kuno resources are at your disposal 
to find him. So I might reap my vengeance upon the vile sorcerer and free 
my loves."

WHAM!

"Idiot." Ukyou said to herself as she removed her Battle Spatula from 
Kunos' head.

Nabiki knelt down next to the wanabe Samurai's form.

"Why thank you Kuno that is most generous."

"You are welcome Nabiki Tendo." Kuno said from his daze on the floor.

"Well it looks like we do things the old fashioned way.'

"Exactly child." Cologne agreed. "We look."

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End of Prolog.

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I apologize for the long delay in this part, but things like work and 
school got in the way. I answered all of the questions that I felt needed 
to be answered and left the ones open needed for the actual story.

Please r&r I love it. If you have any questions or suggestions please e-
mail them to me and I will gladly take them into consideration. I hope you 
enjoyed.

radical edward


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Twilights End            CH 1

Ranma belongs to Takahashi and Anita and Company belong to Mrs. Hamilton. I 
wrote
this as a source of entertainment and made no money from this at all. I also 
have no
intention of making any in the future.

This story changes to first person rather than the third person, which was 
used in the
prolog.

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I know it has been a long night when I am still awake to see the sunrise; I 
hate the
sunrise. The need for sleep clawed at my senses, so I climbed into bed 
hoping to beat the
sun. I closed my eyes for what felt like a second when the shrill ring from 
my cell phone
brings me back to reality. "Shit." I cursed as I picked up my phone.

"Ranma."

"I need you to come down to the station."

"Dolph you have to be kidding me its…" I looked at the clock. "three fifteen 
in the
morning."

"I know, I just need you to come down and translate for these…" he paused, 
"guys we
picked up."

"You have translators." I stated a bit harshly.

"Yes but the one we need is on vacation." He seemed to ignore my tone. 
Great, just what
I need: a boring translator job with no sleep. Yippee!

"Okay Dolph. I'll be there in about a half an hour." He hung up. I got up 
put on the exact
same clothing I wore earlier. I slid into my black leather pants, knee high, 
black boots,
and my black, micromesh shirt that molded to me like a second skin. Now that 
I was
dressed I quickly brushed through my knee length, black hair. My hair was 
mostly black,
but due to some interesting events with Asher it now had several streaks of 
bright red and
white blond mixed through out. I pushed my bangs out of my eyes, grabbed my 
black
leather trench coat and left for the station. If they wanted my help this 
early I was going
to look good and mean regardless of the circumstances.

The drive to the station in my red corvette was relatively quick and I got 
there in about
fifteen minutes. My car got parked close to the entrance, which was a rarity 
and I was
grateful for it. I got out, straightened my clothing and prepared myself for 
boredom
before going in.

The station was a crowded mess even this early in the morning. I worked my 
way
through the crowd doing my best not to bump into anyone, but I failed.

"Excuse me!" I apologized without even looking.

"No problem…" the person paused. "Son-in-law." It couldn't be, could it? I 
looked down
and saw something unexpected. A piece of my past I thought I would never see 
again.
Cologne… The Old Ghoul.

"Hello Cologne." I said and gave a bow. I've grown a lot since I last saw 
her, so on her
stick she only came up to my abdomen. I looked her over and noticed she had 
not
changed at all. She was still a small woman of about three feet tall, still 
just as wrinkled;
her white hair pulled back loosely. She wore her usual green Chinese robes 
and was as
normal standing a top her staff. But what is two years in the span of her 
three hundred
years of life. I wonder what three hundred years will feel like?

"You've certainly grown up child."

"Thank you, but I am not a child." I retort calmly.

"Right you are, but sometimes old habits are hard to break." I knew she was 
lying, but
with her it was pointless to press the issue.

"Why are you here?"

"I am here to get my Great granddaughter."

"I mean: What are you doing here in St. Louis?"

"Nabiki had business here so we all came along for a bit of a vacation. I 
could ask the
same of you?"

"I live here." Please don't let All of them be here? Please? Yeah right. 
"Follow me and I
will see if I can get Shampoo out of here." I took a step toward the desk 
and then turned
back to cologne. "What is she doing in jail anyway?"

"We were all sight seeing downtown when Happi got loose. They couldn't stop 
him. So
when the police arrived everyone but, Kasumi, Tofu, Nabiki, your mother and 
I got
arrested."

"Wonderful." I rolled my eyes. How an I going to get everyone out? "Where 
was
everyone else while this was going on?"

"Tofu and Kasumi were having dinner while Nodoka, Nabiki and I watched the 
may lay.
Currently your Mother and Nabiki are trying to post bail and Kasumi and Tofu 
are back
at the hotel." I wonder how long it will take for Nabiki to get thrown out 
for trying to
bargain bail.

I walked up to the front desk with Cologne at my heals. I reached over and 
gently brought
the girls hand to my lips. She was a small girl, about twenty-six with light 
brown hair and
a delicate round face. She was petite and very adorable. A quick kiss was 
all it took for
her to blush a deep crimson.

"Hey cutie." I teased her. Her blush turned even darker at the comment.

"Why Ranma Sakai, you big flirt." She giggled as she pulled away. "Dolph is 
waiting for
you."

"Thanks Lita honey." I said and blew her a kiss. She then turned so red she 
glowed and
then hid her face in her hands. In her embarrassment she failed to notice 
Cologne slip
past with me.

"Cologne please don't mention to anyone that you saw me."

"Is there any particular reason that I shouldn't?" She paused. "We've been 
searching for
you for a long time."

"I wish to tell them on my own terms."

"Alright." She agreed. I then hand over my card.

"Bring everyone here tonight. Just give your name at the door and they will 
let you in."

"What is this place?" She asked looking at the card.

"A safe haven." I hope inviting them there doesn't come back to bite me in 
the ass.
Maybe it won't, maybe. Yeah Right. "Just hang back, okay."

I walked over to Dolph's desk, sat down on the edge and got right in his 
face. "Please
show me the reason you got me up at three in the fucking morning? I 
whispered sweetly.
He stood up and motioned for me to follow him. This section of the station 
was like any
other. Rows of desks and a few officers unlucky enough to have to work this 
early were
up and processing arrested persons.  He led me through all that to the 
holding cells. We
ended up at one of the rear interrogation rooms. I looked inside to see a 
large panda, a
small black pig, a duck with glasses and a pink cat.

"So Dolph what's with the zoo?" I joked. "Since when have you started 
picking up
animals?"

"Don't joke. They were apparently picked up as humans but were sent here 
when they
arrived at the station like this."

"I've never heard of any lycanthropic variations that altered your size that 
drastically."

"Anita agrees with you. She thinks it may be a curse similar to yours." I 
leaned back
against the wall.

"That could very well be true, but what do you expect me to do about it. I'm 
not Dr.
Dolittle. I can't talk to animals."

"Do you know how to change them back?"

"If it really is a curse the trigger could be anything. I've always been 
able to change at
will, or at least I think I have according to my Swiss cheese memory." I 
lied.

"Well that could be a problem." Zerbrowski said as he walked up the hall. 
"Hiya hot
stuff."

"Shut up Zerbrowski, what would Katie think? I replied dripping with 
sarcasm.
"Seriously though, is there some linguistic reason for me being here?"

"Yeah. Turn around." I did as he said and knew what I would see. I saw the 
idiot panda
holding up a wooden sign pointing to it with the other paw. Man Pop. I had 
to force
myself to stay neutral.

"What does the sign say?"

"Simple Zerbrowski, it says ' bring us hot water'."

"Should we do it?" Zerbrowski asked Dolph.

"It might not be a bad idea." I interrupted. I need them human so I can get 
out of here.
"That might be there trigger."

"Alright, but I want a few men in there to watch them."

"It's okay Dolph I'll do it." Why am I doing this? Why am I doing this? Oh 
Fuck! I
walked down the hall to the break room. Smirking to myself I pour the water 
directly
from the coffee maker into a small pitcher. I hope you enjoy this Pop. Dolph 
and
Zerbrowski were waiting for me as I returned with the nice hot pitcher.

It's not often I have to look up to someone, I'm six foot one; but Dolph has 
a few inches
on me and looks as if he could be a pro wrestler. He is a very honest and by 
the book man
and is the head of R.P.I.T. The jurisdiction of R.P.I.T is to cover all 
crime of the
preternatural kind. They basically cover any and all weird shit that happens 
that normal
cops don't want to handle. Which makes me wonder whom Dolph pissed off to 
get
saddled with this job, when he is such a good officer. He made the best of 
what he had
and they were one of the most successful units in the country.

"Well here I go."

"Be careful Sakai." I waved him off.

"Why Zerbrowski I didn't know you cared." I joked.

He smirked, "You caught me, how about I take you out to breakfast?"

"Tempting." My voice dripping with sarcasm, "But how about I do something 
about the
Wild Kingdom." Pointing to the room, I then leaned down to whisper in 
Zerbrowski's
ear. "But who says I'll say no to something more next time." He tensed up 
and Dolph
laughed as I backed off. Zerbrowski was a tall guy, nowhere near as tall as 
Dolph but he
had some size to him. He's the kind of guy who was usually in your face 
about
something, but was a good cop. He always seemed to dress like he was 
blindfolded and
every tie seemed to be permanently stained. We had fun getting a reaction 
out of each
other.

Zerbrowski finally relaxed and said, "Good one."

I smiled at him and went through the door to do one of the hardest things 
I've ever had to
do in my life. I had to confront my old one.

As soon as I entered the room with the two units Dolph sent in with me all 
commotion
stopped. The two men set down four blankets and then backed off to the side 
of the room.
They had to be new in the unit they showed too much fear. They'll either 
toughen up or
crack. I sat down in the empty chair at the table and pushed the pitcher to 
the standing
panda man. He eyed me over and as he did so I reclined, propping my feet up 
on the
table, legs crossed at the ankles, and placed my hands behind my head. I 
felt the pandas
power wash over me trying to get a feel, but I had all of my power hidden; 
he would find
nothing.

"Hot water." I said to him in Japanese pointing to the pitcher. The panda 
nodded, grabbed
the pitcher and upturned some of the liquid over his head. The change was 
instantaneous.
He went from a large fat panda to a large and equally fat bald man. The 
steam rising off
his very red skin was a joy to see. It was very, very hot water. The fool 
deserved it. He
nodded his thanks, grabbed one of the towels and wrapped it around his 
waist. Oyagi then
went around the room pouring water over the different animals and handing 
them a
blanket. The two rookie units just starred from their spot on the wall.

"Thank you ah…" he looked down at my police visitor badge. "Sakai-san." He 
said in
Japanese and then sat down.

"Your welcome…" I extend my hand; he took it aware of the American custom.

"Saotome, Genma Saotome."

"Saotome-san." I finished still in Japanese.

"Shampoo want to know if your hair real."

"Hmn?" I looked over to her feigning confusion. She still had not learned 
Japanese.

"Your hair color, is real no?"

"Yes it is real." She smiled.

"I like."

"Thank you." I accepted the compliment, but I still had to play ignorant. 
God I hate this.
"But what did you mean by the shampoo remark?"

"No remark, that Shampoo name." She retorted in her still very broken 
Japanese.

"Your name is Shampoo?" She nods. I then point to the longhaired one. "Who 
are you?"

"My name is Mousse." He said and then pushed his glasses more firmly onto 
his face.

"And I am Ryoga." I straightened myself in the chair and looked all four of 
them in the
eyes. Not the purple haired Shampoo, raven haired Mousse, bandana clad Ryoga 
or my
Pop the panda held any recognition in their eyes for me. None of them  
realized and I
breathed an inward sigh of relief. I than folded my arms over my chest.

"Do any of you speak any other languages?"

"Shampoo and I also speak two dialects of Chinese."

"Thank you Mousse, but that doesn't help the officers find out what 
happened. And they
can't afford to keep me around." That is a lie. They don't pay much, but I 
want out of
here now!

"I speak English." Ryoga said in near perfect English.

"Well this is nice to know." I said with a smirk. Thank you! Thank you! 
Thank you! "All
you have to do is tell the officers what happened and you will be let go." 
Ryoga nods. He
certainly has calmed down; I'll have to ask him about it later. I switch 
back to Japanese.

"I must leave now. Before I came in here I heard there was some woman 
terrorizing the
staff in the Bail office." I said as I turned to leave. Shampoo and Mousse 
were snickering
to themselves at my last comment. "Oh and I will see if I can get some 
officers to find
your clothes." The door closed firmly behind me after I left and Dolph was 
immediately
in my face.

"Okay Dolph the kid with the bandana speaks English. His name is Ryoga and 
he said he
will answer your questions." He nodded in thanks and I began down the hall. 
"Oh and see
if you can find there clothes."

"Where are you going?" Zerbrowski asked.

"Home." I answered and waved behind me. "Later Dolph. Later hot lips." This 
time it
was two rookies that laughed.

I made it to the bail office with absolutely no trouble at all. Once there I 
saw my Mother
and Cologne trying to help the poor officer Nabiki was terrorizing. Striding 
up to the
counter, I pushed in front of Nabiki interrupting the one sided 
conversation.

"Josh, Dolph said the people in interrogation room nine were to be released 
after some
questioning." That wasn't exactly a lie, but it was close enough to the 
truth that it should
help remove Nabiki.

"You are a miracle worker you know that Ran?" I had known Josh since I 
started
working as a consultant to the police. He was a nice guy with short blond 
hair and blue
eyes. He has been on the force for almost ten years and he still held a 
quality of innocents
about him. I liked him for that. He was a person you could trust.

"Excuse me." Nabiki butted in, speaking to Josh. She then tried to continue 
her line of
questioning.

"Ma'am." Josh interrupted her renewed rant. "Your friends were in room 
nine."

"What?" She exclaimed confused.

"They will be released within the hour with no bail required."

"Oh." She said calming. Someone tapped me on the shoulder and I turned to 
face the
person. It was my Mother.

"Yes Ma'am?" I asked acting as if I did not know her.

"Thank you." She said giving a small bow. I bowed in return, but she stood 
up first. "You
seen familiar have we met before?" Since when did my Mom know English? I 
guess I'll
find out later won't I?

"Perhaps in another lifetime." I responded and turned to leave.

"Hey Ran!"

"Yes Josh?" I commented to Josh behind me, waiting for him to speak.

"Tell Zerbrowski to come and see me.


"No problem." He did not respond further as I waved behind me and left. On 
the way out
I found Zerbrowski sulking at his desk.

"Hi Zerbrowski." I said to him calmly, sitting on his desk. Reaching out I 
gently grabbed
his chin forcing him to look at me.

"What?" He replied a bit sharply. I think I know why and he should know 
better.

"Josh said he needs you to see him." He paled a bit and cringed as I 
released my hold on
his chin. "Is there a reason he asked me to tell you?"

"We had a bet on whether you could or would help. I lost." I just smiled. 
Poor fool.

"Later Zerbrowski." My departure was quick and thankfully painless for me. 
It was time
to head home and catch up on some much-needed shuteye.






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Okay people that was Chapter 1 of this fic. And I would like to know what 
you think.
Criticism is always welcome but flames are ignored and fed to my new pet 
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