Need to think exactly how I want to do it since I'm transitioning from Ranma to Rei somewhat here. Annoying thing is I know how the 2nd/3rd chapter will go already
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Any and all help and suggestion on anything are welcome.
Saffron's attack is the canon name (i think) with Shinsei (true) added.
Liquid Fire
(Ranma/Sailor Moon X-over)
By Shad4c
Disclaimer: Ranma and Sailor Moon belong to other people. Not me. This is
Purely done for entertainment purposes and no profit is made from it in any form.
Chapter 1
Sequence of Destiny
The winds howled across the lofty battlefield as the two combatants glared across at each other. On one side the mighty and ever so slightly insane God-King of Phoenix Mountain practically floated in place as his wings lazily beat while the air shifted his clothing dramatically in the wind, the Fire Glaive, Kinjakan, clenched tightly in his hand. While his clothes may have been reasonably tattered from the intense battle he had been fighting against his present opponent over the past hour and a half. His body as unmarred as his heritage as his Phoenix regeneration repaired the damage done to him. Despite his incomplete state Saffron still managed to ignore the increasing level of fatigue that came with each successive regeneration.
In the eyes of the king this alone was enough to prove his superiority over the insignificant landling that dared to interrupt the ascension to his rightful position as both a full Phoenix and High Lord of Jusenkyo and all the lands touched by its magic. He was only one step away from safeguarding the future of his people for hundreds of years yet this landling dared to stand in his way!
Across from him, crouched down low against the ground was the landling that dared to defy the Fire-Bird. Garbed in a Very battered Chinese style red shirt and black trousers and with a girl-turned-doll tucked in the front of his shirt he was set in a defensive stance, the Ice Glaive, Gekkaja, the twin weapon of the one his winged opponent was wielding in his hands.
Ranma was battered and bleeding from multiple wounds as he could feel his strength faltering after the long battle, having thrown practically everything that he had at the annoying godling. Even though he was on his last legs his spirit still burned with the inner fire he had always had.
Saffron smirked down at the human that crouched in front of him like the lowly landling he was, as amusing as he had found the fight to be it was now time to stop playing around and finish it. Drawing on the full extent of his powers for the very first time the lord of Mt. Phoenix stared down with a cruel smile as flames started flickering around him.
"This battle has been amusing landling but I feel that it is now time for you to truly experience the reason why I. AM. A. GOD!!" Saffron’s voice rose to a scream.
He raised his Glaive so the circular blade was over his head and flared out his wings to each side, the power the pheonix was gathering soon became obvious as waves of flame spun around him. The blade of the Kinjakan glowed a deep crimson as gold symbols appeared. The tendrils of fire whipping around his form intensified, rapidly gathering around the now glowing red blade.
Ranma stared up at the arrogant bird-boy in dismay at the immense concentration of power he could feel the King of Mt. Phoenix generating, as he watched the flames gather into a large, tightly concentrated ball above Saffron’s head he frowned and kicked his mind into overdrive. So far he'd been, as much as he hated to admit it, very lucky. The combination of his skill, the power of the magical Ice Glaive, Gekkaja and the natural resistance he had always had to the element of fire had worked together in his favour in order to even the playing field against the insanely powerful Saffron.
The last advantage of his had always left him wondering a bit, not complaining but wondering since where a fire would burn someone right next to him it seemed.... Reluctant to harm him, if an element could be reluctant! Whenever he was knocked in a fire during the training trip and even during the Cat Tongue fiasco fire seemed to bend around him instead of burning him if it could. Still, that protection he knew from both past and present experience was definitely not total. No amount of reluctance on the part of the fire in the ball he was watching Saffron gather would save him from becoming Crispy- Fried Martial Artist. He did however have one last trick up his sleeve, something that could turn the immense firepower that the Phoenix was gathering against him, all he needed was one...clear...shot!
"Come on bird-boy! Give me your best shot you overgrown chicken!?" Ranma shouted up at his floating opponent as he began to generate as much cold ki as possible, a thin layer of ice forming around him and the Akane-doll.
The Phoenixe’s eyes narrowed in anger at Ranma’s taunt although the cold smile never left his face as his attack finished forming.
“ If that is what you wish landling then I will oblige. Feel honoured landling, I haven’t used this version in over 10,000 years. Take this small comfort to your grave.” Saffron spoke haughtily as he slowly pointed the flaming Glaive at the pig tailed martial artist.
“Hah! Your brain’s to small to know what an honour is you overgrown fried turkey!” Ranma shouted back
“Shinsei Tenka Shunmetsu Koukyuu Dan!” Saffron called out his attack.
Bracing himself for his last gambit Ranma was caught by surprise as the ground beneath him exploded into flames, breaking his concentration for a few crucial seconds as he shook off the shock and pain the relatively small attack had caused. Refocusing quickly just like he’d been taught to during many exhausting and painful training sessions the Saotome heir drew cold ki into his fist and began to swing it into the path of the incoming fire.
Only to be engulfed in the roaring inferno of the attack as a combination of the distraction and the speed of the attack itself lead to Ranma misjudging the needed moment for a counterattack and being struck full force by the supernatural flames.
Screaming in pain Ranma could feel himself burning as the intense fire ripped through both his icy defences and protective aura. The fire licked at his body destroying his clothing once its protection was gone, with a feeling of despair he could feel Akanes tiny form slip away from him and away from what little protection he could offer her. He felt it as the last of her ki vanished as his hand passed through the ashes of her vaporised form, futilely grasping at nothingness.
A pain greater then that of his growing burns blossomed within his chest the instant he the felt the youngest Tendo’s final moment. A single word reverberated inside his mind as his feelings plummeted into a Ryouga like state.
‘Lost, lost, lost, lost’
The feeling of despair and hopelessness clawed at him, screaming his failure into the deepest pits of his soul. Wishing nothing more then to curl up and mourn Akane’s passing, the pain coming from his body drew him back and sang a message of suffering and terror to him of why this was happening.
Why his fiancée had died so far from her home and in such a terrible way.
The despair gathering in his heart was incinerated by a cold, blinding rage that flared up from deep inside him and seemed to fill every corner of his body with a deadly will. The flames still eating at him seemed to ripple slightly at its emergence.
‘The monster would fall, if it was the last thing he did’ Ranma vowed within his mind, lips too badly scorched to form the curse he so wanted to make known aloud. Digging deep within Ranma instinctively reached for the source of the new feeling that infused him. Dug for a power to make his vow a reality as he felt his life being burnt away by Phoenix fire. As he feel to his knees his spirit found the power he sought and grasped it desperately, pulling it to the surface.
‘ Anything, any cost at all. I won’t lose again!’ Ranma’s thought’s echoed towards the power seeming to call it, calls that with a mighty surge the power answered.
A new glow came into existence as the pig tailed Saotome shifted to his female form despite being in the middle of a fire. The wavering of the fire around her body increased only to start being unnaturally sucked into her while a new pulse of fire blasted out of her in all directions as a large expanding dome of fiery death.
Above the ongoing inferno Saffron’s private gloating was cut short as the wall of flames surged towards him with deadly intent. He watched unconcerned as the fire closed in on him, he was after all a Phoenix and fire held no fear for him and he was curious as to what trick the landling had performed to produce such a display of true power when he hadn’t done so before. Just as the firewall engulfed the winged man a violet ball of energy struck him in the back with incredible force. The energy clawed at the very essence of the winged ruler, tearing him apart. The firewall’s impact tipped the balance of damage beyond what even his immortal form could handle, killing him instantly.
The dome of fire was enhanced as the fallen Firebird ignited with flames of rebirth as Saffron reverted to his egg form. The flames managed to reform Saffron into a falling egg and cushioned its impact on the rocky ground below. Just as the flames of Saffron’s earlier attack were absorbed by the pig tailed girl at the centre of the maelstrom so too were parts of this new flame, leaving a mark that would shift the paths of destiny.
When the firestorm subsided a lone figure strode quickly but carefully towards the centre of the devastated area. Ignoring the rigid form of a pheonix egg the stranger finally reached her goal, bending down she picked up the limp form of a 8 year old girl. Adjusting her precious cargo in her arms the woman looked at the redhead with a bittersweet smile.
“ I sorry, so very sorry. Yet so very happy at the same time, I hope one day that you can forgive me for what I didn’t do.” The woman whispered softly as she turned and vanished with her passenger. Taking her from the ruins of her past life and towards a new future of duty and grave responsibility.
Appearing in Japan moments after leaving the cursed battlefield that had become Jusenkyo the woman’s outfit seemed of fade into something else as she carries the redhead on the last part of her ending and the opening of a new, or very old, story. Before she composed herself and stepped out into the general flow of people with a long practised mask of calm she repeated her final though in the other girl’s direction.
‘ Sorry’
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