Demoness Of Jusenkyo

Ranma Fanfic by Seras4545

A/N: Well, seems that I'm getting quite a bit of support for this story. So I'll continue it. Who knows, it may become as popular as Shinigami...

The Votes stand as follows:

Xovers

Naruto- 6

Flame of Recca- 2

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Bleach- 1

Hellsing- 4

Inuyasha- 3

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Xenogears- 1

Xenosaga- 2

Just Keep It Original- 5

Fiancee

Kasumi- 4

Nabiki- 3

Tsunade- 1

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Temari- 1

Anko- 1

OC- 4

Reflects Xover - 2

Well... Sorry bout how I've had you guys vote like this, but I've made up my mind after a couple days of thinking. There will be no MAJOR Xovers but every once in a while elements of one or another will make itself known, or I may have planes walking come into play. So sorry, but my decision is RanmaXNabiki (Anyone who knows me and has seen my fics could have seen this coming.) and only slight uses of other anime series for now.

Chapter 1: The Demoness Arrives at the Tendo Dojo

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Demons are, contrary to common belief, merely humans and animals

who have an affinity for the natural forces of the world, most notably the

ley lines of the universe which provide them with enhanced intelligence,

speed, strength, and abilities that exceed normal limits. Sometimes the

energies provided by the ley lines would manifest themselves, creating a force

commonly referred to as 'magic'. Magic in and of itself is also misunderstood,

as many believe that magic requires incantations and foci in order to be used,

and that it is also an unnatural force. This is not true. Magic is commonly used

with incantations and foci and other devices in order to focus the vast energies

that come with the use of the ley lines, though one could use those energies

without said focus devices, the spell would just lack power.

Of the demons persecuted, the animals were most violently attacked.

They appeared the most unnatural of all the demons, their bodies having changed

shape and form while retaining their base appearance in order to suit their needs,

not having the dexterous hands and arms of their human counterparts. Their ability to

speak and make their thoughts and ideals coherent were their greatest gifts from the ley line,

enabling them to speak with and reason with others easily.

It is best to note, however, that demons were unfairly attacked and entrapped. We 'normals'

are to blame for the decline of the forces that the lord had gifted us with and may the lord

have mercy on our souls should the forces of other Planes invade our own, for we would have no defense against them, the ones most capable of defending having been locked away and most likely

in no mood to help us if we should free them. Indeed, I would not blame them for snubbing us and defending only themselves...

Articles on Demons,

Kiera Senae,

Sage of the Old world.

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1 Year since the release of the Demon Seals of Jusenkyo...

The air was clean, just washed from this morning's rain, life was good, and the neighborhood was quiet. Nerimians generally enjoyed mornings such as this and many could be found strolling along in the market, buying things they would need or just window shopping. But not all was quiet, nor peaceful, in the small district of Tokyo. If one had been in an alley just off the main thoroughfare, one would have been able to see a tall redheaded young woman and a slightly older looking young man with silver hair running toward the main thoroughfare. The redhead was wearing black kung fu pants and slippers, with a Chinese style red silk shirt with ties to close the front. The silver haired man was wearing a similar style of clothing, though his shirt was blue with green and gold Japanese dragons embroidered on it, wrapping around his torso and meeting face to face over his heart.

The two slowed their run as they got closer to the street and ended up walking out into the morning traffic of shoppers. The redhead looked around a bit and then, noticing an ice cream vendor across the street started for it before being stopped by the young man.

“What's up Reyn?” The redhead asked, noticing the look on his face.

“Ranma, do we really want to have ice cream for breakfast? Again?” Reyn asked, a slightly sick look on his face.

“Oh, well... I guess we could go somewhere else. I need some hot water anyways. How about there?” She said, pointing at a nearby resteraunt while hiding her disappointment that her traveling companion didn't share her love of the frozen sweet.

Looking to where she pointed Reyn saw the MacDonalds and sighed. It's not exactly what I thought of when I imagined an ordinary meal, but it will have to do.

“Sure, Ranma. That's fine.” No sooner had he said this than he found himself suddenly inside the building and in the very short line to order. Ranma was delighted to find they served a hot fudge sunday and ordered that along with a chicken sandwich. He simply ordered a cheeseburger with a soda and french fries and handed over the payment. He sighed in relief as he sat down, the pain in his legs fading as he took the pressure off them. He still wasn't in as good a shape as Ranma and had trouble keeping up with the energetic youth, the years of martial arts training giving her more stamina than he could ever hope to have.

As they ate their meal, or at least as Reyn ate it and Ranma inhaled hers, attracting the stares of several other patrons nearby, Reyn thought about why they were here. He was still finishing up his meal as Ranma left to get some hot water. When Ranma came back it was as a dark haired young man who was slightly taller, close to six feet tall, and had filled out the clothes he was wearing very well. The clothes were made for his male side after all.

They picked up the trash and dumped it on their way out and continued up the street, to the right of where they had exited the alley. They walked in silence for awhile, then Reyn finally broke it.

“Hey, Ranma, Why are you honoring the Tendo pact? With all the other engagements you just got rid of the obligations and paid off the dowries. And the Amazons... Well...” He trailed off as he felt the ari around the area suddenly get colder and saw that Ranma had a decidedly stony face.

“The Amazons got what they deserved.” He said, then the air started to warm up again as he continued, emotion returning to his face.

“As for the other engagements, they were made for selfishness and greed, and so deserved no merit. The Tendo pact, however, has quite a bit of honor attached, as it was the first engagement made, before either I or any of the Tendo descendants were born. It represents the survival of the Masubetsu Kakuto Ryu. So, I'll give it a chance.” A slightly distant look came to his eyes then and a slight spark of red flickered deep within them.

“From pops memories, I know that Soun Tendo had two daughters at the time and a third child on the way. Assuming that it was a girl, there are three prospective matches for me. One, Kasumi Tendo, should be about twenty now. The middle daughter, Nabiki, should be eighteen. The third should be about seventeen now. I'll take some time to see if it will work out between any of us. If not, then I'll arrange for the tie to be broken. Possibly to be taken up by the future descendants of our two clans.”

“I see...” Reyn nodded to the wisdom of this, seeing his companion's point on the matter of honor. Despite having been raised by someone with practically no honor, Ranma turned out to be the exact opposite, holding to his code of honor very strictly.

They continued walking and eventually they came to a large compound which had a sign up next to the front gate.

Tendo Dojo of Anything Goes Martial Arts

Visitors, use the front door. Challengers use the side door.

Ranma took a little time to look around as he walked through the large gate. The land was encompassed by an eight foot stone wall, housing a modest looking traditional Japanese home and a rather large looking Dojo. The gardens were well kept and had exquisite blooms at this time of the year, filling the air with calming scents that tantalized the nose. The grass was close cropped and not a weed was to be seen anywhere and the stone path was clean swept. The only place that looked like it hadn't seen much care or use was the door for challengers to the dojo.

Ranma frowned at that, wondering why that was. Something must have happened. Seems that they no longer teach the art, and no longer accept challengers. Well, that will probably change if I am here for any length of time. Ranma thought, placing the fact to the back of his mind for later consideration.

He walked up to the front door and rang the bell. He had no idea how much his life would soon revolve around the Tendo home...

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A middle aged man sat in front of a table, holding a postcard and staring at it with tears in his eyes. He wore a simple grayish green training gi and had long dark hair. The man looked over the postcard again just to make sure he had read it right. Then burst into tears once again as the bad news refused to go away. This man was Soun Tendo, one of the two masters of Anything Goes Martial Arts. Now, as he had just learned, the only remaining master.

Hearing his cries, a young woman with long brown hair and a slightly vacant smile on her face walked in from what appeared to be the kitchen.

“Father, What's wrong? What's upset you so much?” She asked.

Soun looked up to see his eldest daughter looking at him with concern. “Oh, Kasumi! I have just learned that my dear friend and training partner, Genma Saotome, had passed away a year earlier. He was the only other master of Anything Goes other than I.”

“Oh my. Such awful news! I am so sorry, father.”

Soun stopped the tears as well as he could, and summoned up a smile. His mourning could wait for now. “Well, that bad news is tempered by some good at least. You see, Genma's son, Ranma, has been training with his father for ten years. Then, after his father's death, he was taken in by another teacher and has been training under him for the last year. Now, his new teacher, Re Yen, and Ranma are on their way here as we speak.”

“Oh, well, I should prepare some tea for them then. When should they be getting here, father?”

“The postcard says they should be here in about another hour. Oh, and before that, could you gather Nabiki and Akane and meet me here? It is about a matter of great importance that has to do with Ranma.”

Kasumi nodded at her father, glad to see that he had something to focus on. She never did like to see him saddened. Though she wondered what effect Ranma would have on their lives and what her father needed to tell her and her sisters about.

She went upstairs and opened her sister's door. Nabiki looked up from the manga she was reading to look at the opening door and Kasumi behind it.

“What's up, sis?”

“Father wants us to have a family meeting. I think it has to do with this Ranma boy who is going to be visiting. Could you tell Akane to meet us in the living room?”

“Sure thing, sis.” Nabiki said with a smile, putting her manga away as Kasumi left and went back downstairs. So, some guy named Ranma is coming. Well, if I know daddy at all, and if I read those engagement papers right, he is our fiance. Well, I'm not gonna let this one slip by me, especially not if he's cute and has money. But I hope he's not some dumb jock, I absolutely refuse to marry someone who can't even have an intelligent conversation. First thing's first. Gotta deal with Akane.

She stretched a bit and then walked downstairs and toward the dojo, knowing that Akane would be breaking bricks after her morning jog about this time of the morning. She opened the door and sure enough, found Akane getting ready to break a stack of bricks. She lifted her ever present camera and took a snapshot after Akane shattered the bricks and stood up, wiping the sweat from her brow.

Turning after hearing the click and flash of Nabiki's camera, Akane stared at her sister, wondering why she was there.

“Sis, this is exactly why the boys don't like you in a normal way.”

“I don't care, Nabiki. For most of us the world doesn't revolve around BOYS!” She spat the last as if it were a curse.

Nabiki raised her eyebrows at Akane's outburst. Worked like a charm... Now she won't want anything to do with this Ranma. Better make sure she shows up at the meeting though. Besides, daddy will probably present this the wrong way and make Akane even angrier. She thought with a smile.

“Really? Well then, I guess this wouldn't interest you.” Nabiki said and turned to leave, appealing to Akane's sense of curiosity. As she had predicted, Akane got up to follow. She left Akane at the living room while she went up and got changed, putting on her best kimono. She walked back downstairs and got to the living room just as Kasumi finished bringing in some tea and Soun put down his newspaper.

“Daughters, I have an important matter to discuss with you. I have just received a postcard informing me that the son of a good friend of mine, kami rest his soul, is coming to visit along with his teacher. The boy's name is Ranma Saotome and is the son of my training partner, Genma Saotome, who sadly passed away around a year ago.”

“So what does this have to do with us, daddy?” Nabiki asked, knowing full well but wanting to hasten the process.

“Well, before any of you were born, Saotome and I made an agreement that if we should have children of opposite genders, then we would join the two schools of Anything Goes as one through marriage.”

“WHAT?!” Akane screamed, outraged that her father could make a decision like that.

Nabiki smiled inwardly, though she presented a frown to the outside world. She noticed that though she had a slightly shocked expression, Kasumi hadn't made any verbal response yet, which meant she really wasn't surprised. Gotta watch her. Most guys would fall for her rather quickly. Though if this teahcer of Ranma's is a bit older but still young enough, perhaps I could play her off on him?

“Well, what's this Ranma like? What's his story?” Nabiki asked, wanting to know more about the martial artist.

Soun looked a bit nervous as he responded. “Well, he should be seventeen right now, though he is closer to your age, Nabiki, rather than Akane's. He has been on a training trip for the past ten years and passed into China before his father died. He then took up another year of training with another teacher before returning to Japan.”

“Ooh, China!” Nabiki exclaimed. If he can afford to go to China, then he must have some money. He can't be all that dumb, either, if he can survive alone in China before finding a new teacher. Wonder just how smart he really is though?

“So he hiked all the way to China. Big deal.” Akane muttered to her left.

“I wouldn't pass him up just like that, Akane. You never know, he may be really cute.” Nabiki said, deciding to incite her sister further. She was rewarded by a miffed huff and Akane looking away from everyone wearing a scowl.

“Right, daddy?” She continued, pressing for more information though she felt that none would be forthcoming.

Soun chuckled nervously and turned his back to them. “I don't know.”

“You don't know?” Nabiki asked incredulously.

“I've never met him.”

“I CAN'T BELIVE THIS!” Akane shouted, her anger spiking.

I'm not really sure I believe it either, little sis. But I'm still not going to give up. Nabiki thought, slightly angry at her father's ignorance. Kasumi had remained silent through all of this, a pensive look on her face. Suddenly, right about when Nabiki was going to ask another question, the doorbell rang.

“Ooh, that must be Ranma!” Forgetting her question, Nabiki jumped up and hurried to the door to greet the guests. The others followed behind, Soun slightly ahead of everyone else.

She opened the door to find two of the most heart stoppingly gorgeous guys standing there. Nabiki quickly assessed them and decided the one with the black hair was Ranma, as the silver haired one looked slightly older than him. She gave him an appraising look and saw that Ranma was doing the same. When they both noticed the other they blushed slightly in embarrassment.

Nabiki was the quickest to recover her senses as her father and everyone else arrived.

“So, you must be...” Nabiki began.

“I'm Ranma Saotome. And you must be Nabiki Tendo, correct?” He finished, smiling when he asked his question.

Oh, wow. This guy is to die for. Nabiki thought as she saw his bright smile and the beautiful sapphire gaze. She had also noticed the perfectly toned muscles that were hardly hidden by his tight fitting silk clothing. He was exceptionally good looking, all five feet, ten and a half inches of him. She also felt a certain kinship with him, a strong attraction on a more primal level. The guy next to him wasn't too bad looking either, his long wild silver hair that was pulled back into a ponytail adding a sense of quiet wisdom to his youthful appearance. She also felt the same kinship, but not anywhere near as strong as with Ranma.

“Um, yes, I'm Nabiki. And this is my father, the tall one with brown hair is Kasumi, and the one with blue hair with the angry expression is Akane. And your companion is?”

Ranma made a mental note of the angry expression of the youngest daughter. He had a bad vibe from the girl and instinctively felt that they would not get along very well. He was about to introduce Reyn when he stepped forward himself and bowed low to the family.

“I am Re Yen, though most people just call me Reyn. I am Ranma's tutor, instructor, and student.” He said simply.

This statement confused Nabiki. “Wait a minute. You're his tutor, instructor, and student? How's this?”

“Well, Ranma doesn't need any more outside training in martial arts. He is already a master of unmatched caliber. So, I cannot contribute anything to him in that way, and he actually teaches me martial arts. As for the tutoring, when I met him he was sadly lacking in many basic social skills and in a basic education. So I took up the duty of tutoring him so that he may catch up with his age group. As for the instructor part, I teach him my Arts.”

Nabiki was about to ask him another question when Akane interrupted.

“WHAT? Him? A master? Don't make me laugh! I bet I could beat him with my hands tied behind my back.” Akane said, a contemptuous look upon her face. Nabiki groaned as she heard this. Leave it to Akane to insult a guest of honor before said guest is even in the house!

She was surprised when she heard Ranma laugh. It was soft and had more humor in it than arrogance. He looked at Akane with a trained eye and Nabiki could see the smirk on Ranma's face. Nabiki smiled as well, knowing that many masters could estimate an individual's fighting ability just by looking at them. Looks like little sis is in for a well deserved beating. Her ego has been getting rather big lately. Not only that but she's been taking her anger out on others far too often recently.

“I accept your challenge, Akane Tendo. What will be your terms?” Ranma asked, confidence oozing from his demeanor.

“Terms?” Akane asked, feeling slightly foolish now. This Ranma was obviously absolutely confident in his abilities.

“Yes, terms. What one would get from winning this match. Hmmm... How 'bout this? If you win, you may do anything you want with me for an entire month. If I win, you become my student for a month. Sound fair?”

Akane thought this over and then nodded, figuring that she stood to win more than she lost. She reinforced her own confidence, assuring herself that she was the best martial artist in Nerima. She licked her lips in anticipation of her prize.

Nabiki noticed Akane's look and her anticipation and hoped fervently that Ranma was as good as Reyn said he was. She had looked through Akane's diary before and had found out what a hypocrite her sister was. She called all men perverts but the fantasies she had written in there made even Nabiki's stomach turn. All she could hope for when Akane gets married is that whoever she marries is a masochist, and a strong one at that. As she remembered the diary, a certain blue robed wannabe samurai came to mind...

Akane walked into the dojo, the others following behind, and walked to one side and waited for Ranma to take position. Kasumi stood to one side of the door while Soun took the other side. Nabiki walked to the area opposite of Akane along with Ranma and Reyn, acting as referee for the match. She watched as the two set down their packs and she was slightly startled to feel a tremor in the floor as Ranma carefully set his own pack down. Geez, how much does that thing weigh? If it caused that much of a disturbance when Ranma is being careful with it, then it must weigh a ton.

She stealthily leaned closer to listen as Reyn started to say something to Ranma.

“... and remember, no arts. She is normal, as far as we know.”

“Yes, I know, Reyn. She isn't nearly as strong as she thinks she is. Heck, this guy I knew back in middle school, Ryoga I think his name was, was stronger than her then as she is now.”

“Just making sure. Don't want what happened with Shampoo and the Amazons to happen here.”

Ranma nodded solemnly and walked past Nabiki, giving her a smile and a wink as he did, and headed towards the middle of the dojo, Akane walking forward herself to meet him.

Nabiki, still slightly stunned by the conspiratorial smile and wink from Ranma, shook off her befuddlement and ran to just off the side of the two combatants. She raised her hand and looked tot he two to confirm their readiness. Receiving a nod from both she let her hand drop, signaling the beginning of the fight, and quickly retreated back to where Reyn was standing. Seeing that the two were going to take it slow to gage the opponents strength, she turned to Reyn.

“So, what is an Art? And why shouldn't he use them on Akane?”

Reyn jumped at hearing her question and scratched the back of his head guiltily.

“So, you heard, huh? Well, guess it won't hurt to tell you a bit, though I can't tell you exactly what Arts are. That's up to Ranma. As for why he shouldn't use it against your sister, well, lets just say that unless your sister is a lot stronger and smarter than we think, then if he happened to use an Art on her there wouldn't be much left of her.”

Nabiki was dumbstruck. “Ranma's that strong?” She asked, suddenly worried for her sister, who was now losing herself in her anger as Ranma nimbly and smoothly dodged all her attacks as if she were moving in slow motion.

“Well, strength doesn't have much to do with Arts, but even without them he could take just about any normal person. So yes, he is quite strong. But Arts are on a whole other level. you'll see after Ranma wins. We'll have a playful sparring match.”

Just then Ranma ended the match as he hit several points on Akane's body, her form suddenly going limp in his arms. Kasumi hurried over to take Akane from him.

“Don't worry. She's just knocked out. She should feel refreshed when she wakes though. Oh, and tell her she needn't bother becoming my student. She's good and has some potential, but not enough to warrant training from me.”

Kasumi nodded, a slight frown on her face. “I'll make sure to pass on the news, Ranma-kun.” She said as she carried the unconscious girl out of the dojo.

Ranma came back to where Nabiki and Reyn were standing and Nabiki was slightly shocked to see that Ranma was not even sweating.

“Hey, Ranma, how about we give our friends a little demonstration?” Reyn asked, smiling.

Ranma looked at him for a moment and then he grinned in anticipation. “Sure. This time I'm going to whip your butt.”

They got into a ready position and were about to commence when Reyn suddenly remembered.

“Oh, and nothing higher than normal Arts, Ranma. Anything else might damage the dojo.”

“Ah man. And here I was hoping to use the Hyper Art I just learned yesterday. Oh well. Lets get this over with.” Ranma said, and then dropped into his usual stance, which is to say none at all.

“Don't worry. I'll make sure to make this short and as painless as possible.” Reyn said with a grin.

On some hidden signal, the two launched into lightning fast attacks, not once touching the floor after they began.

Nabiki watched with wide eyes as the two became blurs to her sight. She looked over to her father to see that he was in a similar state of shock. That was before they finished their warm up.

Ranma's hands suddenly started to glow and Nabiki noticed some kind of pattern to the way he was moving. He met Reyn, who was also glowing though his glow was deeper and covered more of his body, head on. Then there was a blinding flash of light and Nabiki turned her eyes away to protect them. When she looked again she saw Ranma on the ground knocked out and Reyn standing over him, panting from his exertions.

Akane never even stood a chance... But what happened to Ranma? Nabiki thought as she approached.

“Hey, I thought you said that Ranma was the better and stronger martial artist? So why did you win?” She asked.

Reyn looked tiredly up at her. “He is the better martial artist. But I am the master of the Arts and an expert demonologist.”

The word demonologist caught Nabiki's attention. “Wait, demonologist? What does that have to do with this fight and how you beat Ranma? Oh, wait...” She started to put things together in her mind before Reyn could even answer. Then she looked at Reyn, who had just barely caught on that he had slipped up.

“You've got some explaining to do, Reyn.” She said, as she stared at him intently.

“Ah, shit...” Reyn muttered as he tried to figure out how to explain this without having his head taken off by Ranma. Again. It really was not a pleasant experience...

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A/N: So so?! How did you like it? I'm not going to make this a total dark fic but I'll try to make it darker than most of the happy go lucky fics out there that claim to be dark. I'm still setting the foundation of my story and it's world. I've decided to have lots o' planeswalking in this fic, so expect not so much of a crossover as a story where the Ranmaverse just sort of traipses through many other verses, if you get my meaning.

Review, or Oni-Ranma will kill you and take your soul...

Just kidding... Not really. I'll just do it instead...