Opposite Soul
By: Tomas Megerson
A Ranma ˝ & Sailor Moon X-Over
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Disclaimer:  After all the fics I've started you'd think I wouldn't 
have to put some disclaimer wouldn't you.  The people who own Ranma and 
SM should know that I'm not trying to make money off of these and that 
I never could.  Oh well.

Prologue


Ranma at Age 7

	Genma's fist slammed into 7 year old Ranma's face with an 
impact that could break bricks.  Needless to say Ranma's jaw was broken 
in several places as he fell to the ground.  "BOY!  How could you miss 
that block!  You know what happens when you miss a block boy!"

	"No no NO! Papa, please not again!  Don't do it again!  Please 
papa!"

	Genma gazed down at the miserable excuse for a boy who was 
sobbing on the ground.  Getting angrier at how weak his boy was, Genma 
kicked him in the stomach, sending him into a tree.  Genma walked over 
to the two packs and removed a rather blood stained rope and a rather 
blood stained chunk of wood.  Moving over to the huffing boy holding 
his stomach Genma yanked him to his feet and slammed him against the 
tree.  While Ranma cried in pain Genma tied him to the tree with the 
rope.

	Ranma gave a small whimper of pain as the wood was slammed into 
his stomach, the first blow of a long beating.


Ranma at Age 8

	Genma held young Ranma over a rather deep cliff.  "The book 
said, BOY, that lions throw there young off a cliff so only the 
strongest will survive.  Its time to see if you're strong enough to be 
worth training boy!"  With that Genma through Ranma off the cliff.

Ranma at Age 9

	Genma smiled as his eyes swept over the majestic site.  "Ah, 
Mount Fuji, such a wonderful place, don't you think so boy?"

	"Pop, I really, REALLY don't want to do this!"

	Genma turned to look at Ranma who was currently tied to a large 
boulder.  "Nonsense boy, this is the perfect endurance training.  After 
a few trips you'll be able to withstand any blow!  Aren't you willing 
to give your life to the art boy?"

	Ranma stared at his father for a moment.  That was, however, a 
moment too long as Genma pushed the boulder off its precious perch and 
smiled as it rolled down the mountain crush Ranma every time it 
rotated.


Ranma at Age 10

	Ranma gave his "father" a disgusted look as he laid on the 
ground unconscious.  The sleep powder that the drug store promised 
would work did the trick.  His old man was snoring as if he'd never 
slept a day in his life.  Now that Ranma was able to consistently beat 
his father in the morning spars the beatings had stopped.  Genma 
however had tipped his hand that more beatings would be commencing as 
he taught his son some sort of forbidden techniques from a set of 
scrolls he had.  Ranma, however, wasn't going to have anything to do 
with it.

	Going through his old mans packs, Ranma smiled as he pulled out 
two scrolls from the very bottom.  "Heh, you owe me a shit load, old 
man, for the torture you've put me through.  These should cover some of 
the cost.  See ya around you fat bastard!"  Grabbing his pack Ranma 
started to jog from the camp, wanting to put as much distance between 
himself and his old man as he could.


Ranma at Age 14

	Ranma sneered at the two men in front of him.  He was standing 
with his back to a wall in an ally as the men, with guns aimed at him, 
demanded all of his money.  Moving quicker than either could see he was 
right in their face.  His fist drove straight into the left ones rib 
cage.  Ranma gave a slight smile as he felt the man's ribs break and 
shoved into his lungs, puncturing them.  His right elbow slammed into 
the other's throat, crushing it.  Spinning as the first man dropped, 
Ranma's heel connected with the mans temple crushing that part of his 
skull inward.  Ranma never even bothered to give the two bodies on the 
ground a second look at he left the ally to continue his travels.  To 
Ranma it was simply two more losers who left the world, not even worthy 
of his attention.

	Ranma calmly walked down the streets of the Juuban district of 
Tokyo.  It was a rather nice place actually bright and rather cheerful 
with a number of shops and businesses lining each side of the street.  
Ranma actually started to relax when he felt a hand upon his shoulder.  
Acting on years of training and honing reflexes Ranma's hand shot up, 
grabbed the person by the wrist and flipped him over slamming him into 
the ground.  His fist began heading toward the strangers throat when he 
caught site of the uniform.  Ranma's fist stopped a foot above the 
police officer who was blinking in confusion.

	"Uh, sorry about that officer.  Some guys tried to mug me a 
couple of hours ago and I over reacted when I felt your hand.  I 
thought they were coming back for more."

	The officer accepted Ranma's hand to help him back on his feet. 
"Yes, that's quite alright son.  There has been a rather large increase 
in crime lately.  I do have a question for you son."

	"Uh, what is it officer…?"  Ranma was getting nervous.  He 
learned a long time ago of all the crimes his father committed and 
didn't want to have to pay the price for them.

	"Why aren't you in school, son?"

	Ranma blinked.  "Because I'm not registered.  Why do you 
think?"

	The officer took Ranma's arm and started to lead him.  "Then 
lets get you registered shall we.  A young man like you needs school."

	Ranma bit back his reply that he hadn't been to school in his 
life and that he didn't need it, and that he grew up along time ago.  
The one thing he didn't want to do was mess with the law.  Most likely 
they'd send for that miserable excuse for a father and then he'd have 
to kill the fat bastard.  While killing didn't bother him, he was still 
looking for his mother and didn't want her husband's death on his 
hand.  "Joy, school."



Author's Notes:  there you peoples go, the prologue.  Hope you enjoyed 
it.  Chapter 1 will start with Ranma meeting his classmates.