Ranma’s Reunions

I disclaim all Rumiko Takahashi and Ken Akamatsu

Pre-Author’s Note: Genma’s Downfall struck a cord with Ranma fan’s and my second Fic that did something that was considered outside the norm involving a lesser known crossover Featuring primarily Ranma and CSI. So in response I’ll be doing a series of one shots featuring characters and storylines from Genma’s Downfall. I’m a major Ranma/Akane coupling supporter so don’t believe that I’ll make it anything else. However I challenge someone to make a Ranma/Negima crossover.

Johnathon quietly sat in the driver seat keeping himself busy with the traffic while glancing at the boy sitting beside him. Up until an hour ago the boy had been drug from one part of Japan to the other eventually passing into China. The boy endured hardship after hardship for ten years under Genma Saotome, from Neko-ken training to most recently the water based curse that transforms him into a girl. Johnathon couldn’t even imagine sheer amount emotional pain he was in right now, if the boy had been instilled a chauvinistic outlook on women he must consider himself a freak. “Sorry I wasn’t able to find you sooner, Ranma.”

Ranma jumped slightly apparently pulled out of his thoughts. “Pops was good at keeping low under anybodies radar.”

“Still if I’d found you sooner,” Johnathon took a deep breath. “No use with the would of, should of, or could of thing he’s done, with the amount of evidence I managed to get on him he’ll probably die in prison.”

Ranma nodded looking out the window, “I don’t know how to feel.”

“Natural you spent ten years with the man, he was your constant twenty-four/seven, made you totally dependant on him, part of profile asserting control over someone. When you wouldn’t respond to his control when you were six, he took your sanity and the ability to get close to cats.” He watched Ranma shuddered at the name, “when you obtained a friends on two occasions, the first he turned to the father of Ukyou and made arrange marriage, then left her on the side of the road. Ryoga was a friendly rival when you waited for three days to fight him, your father was getting angry at you for defying him so he knocked you out and drug you to China.”

“Ya mean everything he did ta me, when I didn’t want to do something he wanted he turn around and hurt me in one form or another?” Ranma asked looking even more shocked than an hour ago.

“Very much so, Genma wasn’t a rapist in terms of sexuality, thank god for that. But true rapes aren’t about sex it’s all about control and power. Genma Saotome wanted to control every aspect of his life from his wife to his children. Your mother had a sizable income but because she married your father her assets were sealed. Apparently your grandparents weren’t as blind as your mom was at the time,” Johnathon smiled slightly. “But love has a tendency to blind you to a persons faults. “Your father however was extremely patient; he waited until you turned an age where he could dupe you into leaving. He probably made you finger paint the note he left your mother before confronting her with the training trip knowing what her response would be.”

“She didn’t want me to go?” Ranma asked eyes widening.

“No she came my office the morning you were taken to report it, she didn’t even hesitate,” Johnathon moved his car onto the freeway speeding up to highway speeds weaving through the traffic casually. “Your father was also on the side maneuvering to take control of the Tendo house hold, by poisoning Mrs. Tendo to death using Mercury, Soun Tendo would probably become a recluse in his own house, leaving day to day life to his daughters, making him very susceptible to suggestion and manipulation, another aspect of control your father was willing to employ to get what he wanted.”

After the lengthy explanation Ranma fell into a brooding look for a moment, “Figures, the old man didn’t say one word of praise to my achievements no matter how I did. When I started beating him in sparring sessions he get more vicious, makes me think he brought me to them springs just to dunk me into that spring.”

“Fits the pattern,” Johnathon stated then shook his head, “But enough of this talk about your father. Your mother has been worried sick for the last ten years, I think it’s time to let her smother you in motherly affection,” he chuckled watching Ranma blanch. He pulled off the freeway heading into a residential section close to Mahora Academy where Haruna went to school, he noted that Ranma was looking at the massive campus and the massive tree located near the back of the school. “That’s Mahora Academy your sister goes to school there, it’s a monster school, has elementary, junior high, high school, and college all present, not mention shrine, shopping district. Has over 35,000 students and faculty.”

“That ain’t a school, it’s a city!” Ranma’s eyes wide in shock at the enormity of what was stated.

“Close enough, total self sustaining and has one of the largest libraries in the known world, bigger than the Library of Congress in the United States, and Vatican City in Rome,” Johnathon moved passed the area where Mahora was situated and moved into a pleasant looking set of two story houses, at the end of the lane was easily largest house of the block, hidden behind a gated walkway similar to the Tendo home. The house had three stories, and Ranma could see a dojo in the back. The car they were came to a stop in a small driveway that looked recent. Johnathon turned the engine off and opened the car door stepping out. Ranma followed suit after obtaining his pack from the backseat, he stared up at the house vaguely remembering it. Quietly he fell into step behind his stepfather as they entered the walkway. The front door open and Ranma looked up coming face to face with the person he spent nights dreaming about when he wasn’t having his Neko-ken nightmare in some cases the image of this woman before eased those nightmares away. She was dressed rather nicely in a long light green skirt, and sea green blouse. Vaguely recalling his mother use to wear kimonos but he chalked it up to her marrying a gaijin. His mother dropped all pretenses rushed him and brought him into a tight hug burying her face into his shoulder. He could hear her muffled sobs causing him to instinctively on some level raise his arms put them around her. As he did he felt something so warm and comforting that it made his eyes well with long forgotten tears.

“It’s okay Ranma, let them go,” Johnathon urged and after a few moments Ranma’s eyes became a waterfall of tears long repressed by his father. It took nearly four minutes to get his family back to themselves. Ushering Ranma and Nodoka inside, with serious urging from Nodoka for Ranma to talk about his experience while Johnathon went and made tea for them and coffee for himself. He then smirked pulling out his cell phone texting something to someone before putting his phone back in his pocket. He emerged at the time Ranma was telling his mother of the Neko-ken training and what it entails. Needless to say Nodoka’s aura was shifting between green, red, and blue, he wasn’t certain what it meant but he was glad he wasn’t Genma Saotome right now.

A Week Goes By…

Ranma’s life had changed drastically in the week following his father’s arrest, the first being he wasn’t awakened by kick to the side sending him flying. Two when he did spar it was in the mornings with Johnathon before the Detective went to work. Johnathon a ten-year expert in the way of the Tendo School of Anything Goes, matching styles with his stepson the defacto master of the Saotome School of Anything Goes. The styles were greatly different one based on land and the other in the air. But according Nodoka it was a display to watch. Johnathon also gave Ranma a group of proficiency tests to check to see his level of schooling and barely passed the high school entrance exam.

“His schooling has been stunted but he’s amazingly bright, I bet if he hadn’t been dragged off by that fool, he’d be on par with Haruna and her friends. Well one of them anyway Yue never liked studying much,” Johnathon stated.

Nodoka nodded reading the test results, “Would Mahora take him in as a student, I know it’s primarily an all girl school, but maybe that’s what Ranma needs.”

“I’ll ask Takahata, he and I go way back to days with Nagi, I’m sure he can arrange something with the dean. Besides I think Ranma’s needs to meet his sister,” Johnathon replied.

“Haruna can show him around the school, just hope he doesn’t find Negi strange,” Nodoka replied, “or the fact that one of Haruna’s friends has the same name as his mother,” the smile on her face was impish and unbearably cute as Johnathon looked up at her.

“A ten year old teacher will be weird for him,” he paused looking into her eyes. “his reaction to Ms. Miyazaki should be interesting,” Johnathon reach out pulling Nodoka into his lap.

The next day the trio entered Mahora Academy on the outskirts and took the shuttle train into the depths of the campus, depositing them on the outskirts of the Junior High School building. Ranma looked around tentatively, as his mother and stepfather stood a bit behind him. Even though he couldn’t remember his time before Genma had taken him away from his mother, he couldn’t remember her ever showing the affection he was seeing her show the gaijin detective. He felt that they had been rather cold and distant to each other after his birth. Though since he couldn’t remember it he could only go by how she reacted to Genma’s name after he reunited with her.

A man dressed in a suit and tie, appeared from one of the buildings. He held a cigarette in his mouth and his hands were in his pockets. “So Johnathon been a long while,” the man said a light smile on his face.

“Howdy, Takahata. Sorry for coming to the campus during the middle of a school day but figured, Haruna wouldn’t mind seeing her mother and her brother during a class,” Johnathon stated.

“She’s in her home of 3-E,” Takahata stated then escorted them into the building. The long hall was quiet but Ranma could hear voices drifting out from the doors that were lined up. The drone however was making Ranma feel dizzy however, “What’s wrong with your son?”

Johnathon frowned a moment, “Seems like Genma instilled his laziness in the boy in regards of everything besides martial arts.”

“Shame the curriculum for this school is top notch,” Takahata replied.

“Ranma will get use to it, did the dean agree to the request by the way?” Johnathon asked.

“Yeah, his test scores were shaking but considering that he only been to junior high for a month previously, when Genma got caught with Ranma out of school, the boy is beyond remarkably bright,” Takahata stated high praise in his voice. “Probably be on par with Negi if he had stayed in school.”

“That’s saying a lot,” Johnathon stated glancing at Nodoka and smiling brightly, Nodoka blushed deeply.

Arriving at the classroom of 3-E the foursome heard that the class was far louder than the others. “Rowdy aren’t they,” Johnathon stated raising an eyebrow at Takahata who nodded with his light smile. Takahata opened the door and entered first a boy the age of what appeared to be nine or ten walked.

“Greeting’s Professor Takahata, is there anything I can do for you?” the boy asked in a distinctive English accent.

“Actually I’m here to see Haruna, see her mother and stepfather are here,” Takahata stated Nodoka and Johnathon step inside Haruna who was sitting near the front looked at them and ran up.

“Did you find him?” Haruna asked eye a light with hope, she hadn’t seen her brother for ten years but she remembered him and missed him. No sooner had her words been vocalized then a handsome boy stepped into the classroom behind Johnathon then Haruna focused on him, he was taller then she remembered him, lightly muscled from a decade of martial arts training. He still had his tell tale pigtail, the same slate blue eyes she remembered. “Ranma,” she whispered tears slowly appearing in her eyes. In display of emotion she rarely shown in front of her friends and classmates she threw her arms around her waist and hugged him tightly skewing her glasses slightly but she didn’t care.

Ranma felt a mixture of panic and the strange warmth he felt being reunited with his mother. He wasn’t sure why he felt panic maybe thinking someone was going to call him a pervert or something. But the warmth canceled the panic out after a few seconds, allowing long forgotten memories to come forth, memories of him playing with a little girl in the middle of the backyard back at the house. A few instances of teasing between siblings, but mostly of five year old bullies picking on his little sister. He gently rubbed the top of Haruna’s head. She looked up giving him a small smile. “Hey Runi,” he smiled. After they separated he turned to look at the class.

Takahata notice the entire classroom looked ready to burst with excitement and probably bombard the six individuals with questions, “Professor Springfield, I think it might be wise to continue your lesson toward. I’ll let the Dean know so there won’t be any problems.”

“Thank you, Professor Takahata,” soon as Negi finished his statement he was nearly plowed under a wave of girls as the entire class crowded around Johnathon, Nodoka, Ranma, and Haruna asking a million questions. It took nearly half the remaining class time answer half the questions given. But more followed when the bell rung the group disburse and chores were given for the end of the day after classes by Ayaka. Asuna wasn’t happy that she had yet again buy fertilizer.

“What do we need fertilizer for?” Asuna growled.

Ayaka shrugged, “It’s on the list bells, must be some relevance to it.”

The bell-wearing girl sighed turning to watch Haruna conversing with her parents and her brother feeling a bit hollow inside. “So that’s what it’s like to have parents,” she said sadly.

“Yes, makes me wonder what my parents were like,” Negi stated softly walking up to her side. “Are you okay, Asuna?”

Asuna wanted to snap at the boy but after nearly a year and a half under going various adventures with the boy, her swordsmanship had increased training with Setsuna while Negi’s own martial arts skills had increased. She notice Ranma looked up at one moment during his conversation to look at the young wizard before focusing on his sister and laughed at something she said. “You see his reaction when Haruna introduced Nodoka and Yue to him, weird huh?”

“Not really considering that his mother and Nodoka share the same name, I just think that Yue’s passive expression is what shocked him most,” Negi paused. “And I think he can sense the Pactio magic from each of the girls in class.”

“H-How can he do that?” Asuna asked stunned.

“Fei-Ku told me martial artist of extremely high ki strengths could sense flowing life energies instinctively. Ranma after training for nearly a decade in nothing else but martial arts would have probably the highest ki senses in his generation, probably on par with those in that manga Haruna likes so much,” Negi explained.

Asuna frowned a moment before cracking a smirk, “You know sometimes you can be really smart for a brat.”

Negi rubbed the back of his looking embarrassed, “Thanks I think.”

Ranma covertly glanced at Negi and Asuna, “Say what’s with those two, they brother and sister or something?”

“Why do you say that, Ranma?” Nodoka asked.

“It’s their ki looks almost the same,” Ranma stated. After a brief glance from each of them they resumed their conversation. Mostly Ranma telling his now complete family of his life with Genma until they reached the part with the curses. After the lengthy story all three members of his family began forming battle aura’s Johnathon’s and Nodoka’s aura were slightly stronger than Haruna’s but that was because of their previous training. Setsuna had appeared during the talk and bowed to Nodoka.

“Setsuna it’s a pleasure to see you again, has my brother been an adequate in his training?” Nodoka asked.

“Yes, his training has finally allowed me to resume my protection of my friend,” Setsuna stated then paused. “Though I truly wished that undergone training from you.”

Ranma blinked looking between his mother and this girl carrying on of those hidden sword staff’s. He didn’t think his mother was martial artist, and then he curses himself mentally. That’s the old man talking; bet mom’s probably awesome.

“Thank you Setsuna,” Nodoka thought a moment, “If you like I could continue your training from where my dear left off. I’m no longer distracted,” she then glanced over at Asuna. “You student is welcomed to join us.”

“We would greatly appreciate it,” Setsuna smiled before bowing and walking to the back of the classroom talking to Konoe.

“Mom what style do you practice?” Ranma asked.

“Anything Goes Kyoto Shinmei style of kendo, your father’s master stole some our families scrolls 200 years ago and adapted the style to unarmed combat,” Nodoka stated tightly stating father in terms of Genma Saotome. “Though I wasn’t thrilled about it the old pervert actually did the style a service.”

“So it was sued to be primarily weapons form of fighting?” Ranma asked.

The Saotome matriarch nodded with smile, “Quiet so I’ll discuss this at length later, dear. We have a few things to do before we return home.” With that the conversations between Haruna, her brother, and parents died down until they parted. With that the reunion had ended but Haruna knew she’d see her brother around campus, after all her parents told her that Ranma would be in the high school up the road from the junior high school. The good-byes are slightly downtrodden but with the aspect of seeing her brother on a daily bases Haruna quickly cheers up and runs off to find her friends. Ranma quietly leaves with his parents and nearly bumps into Takahata and a girl with short bluish black hair, a girl that Ranma recognizes.

“Akane, um, what are you doing here?” he asked looking confused.

“Ms. Tendo will be starting next week at the school, her own parents are growing quite concerned. Seems some boy a year older her has roped almost half the male population in her last school to attack Ms. Tendo every morning,” Takahata explained.

“Must be the Kuno boy, Soun told me about. I’ve been trying to get him arrested or have restraining order put on him, but his family has to much influence in the district,” Johnathon stated his mouth looking sour.

“Yes, well her parents feel she’d be safer here two districts away, and they have put a restraining order on Kuno and it’s airtight. As long as Kuno stays in Nerima he won’t be subjected to prosecution,” Takahata stated.

Johnathon nodded looking down at the girl, “That’s good new, now Akane I want you to make sure you tell me if that idiot shows up here.”

“But I can handle him,” Akane stated hotly.

“Be that as it may, if he shows up here let me or Ranma know,” Johnathon replied a bit more firmly. He been around while Akane grew up as a student of Soun’s martial arts school. In a way he felt he was an older brother or uncle to the three girls.

Akane glared at Ranma, “Why should I let him know, all boys are perverts. And he saw me in the nude when he and his father showed up.”

Ranma looked down at the ground looking uncomfortable, “I’m sorry, I should have told ya about my curse, but it was embarrassing and you were being so nice to me.”

Akane looked surprised and tried for a few unsuccessful moments to get angry with him again. She sighed the anger vanishing turning to her father’s second best student in her mind. “Okay I’ll let you know if Kuno shows up.”

“Good, dear I think Ranma could use something to eat, and,” he paused looking down at his stepson. “Ranma needs to tells us what went on before I showed up at the Tendo’s.”

Nodoka nodded her eyes focused on her son as they left the school a few minutes later. She smiled softly, her life was complete she found a man that truly loved her; she and her daughter were finally reunited with their son and brother. She wondered what life would be in store for her.

Author’s Note: This is going to be another Ranma/Akane pairing lightly featuring a Negima/Ranma crossover which so far in memory is only the second in existence. Genma will break out of prison and well he’ll get far darker as things go on. Ending with his eventual Downfall, and it couldn’t happen to a more perfect individual. I’ll need some help with ideas this is a series of one shots and I like each story to have beginning and an ending separate from the first story while maintaining the laid out plot. As for my song fic I made recently about certain things. It’s just a story about a nightmare and declarations of love afterward don’t read too much into it.