This is the disclaimer that never ends; it goes on and on my friends. Yes this is the disclaimer that never ends; it goes on and on my friend… (SLAM). Ouchies. No not the face. Ite! Okay, I don't own anything but the plot. Happy now? Sheesh!
Warning: There is mild language in this chapter. Akane lovers beware.
I changed some things in this chapter. Mainly Ash's mom's name, but I added a couple of things for detail's sake.
Ranma was sitting on the roof thinking about his life in general. He was thinking about all his fiancés and his rivals, his curse, the Neko-Ken, and his lack of a direction in life. He desperately wished for a change, but wasn't sure if he could make it all by himself. For so long, he has relied on his pops, following him around instead of striking out on his own. Looking back, he now knows that he should have left after Jusenkyo, but instead he stayed with his father. In his defense, it isn't really his fault. Sure, he has the power to kill a demi-god, but he has next to no social skills. All of his problems were traced back to his father.
"Ranma, dinner," said Kasumi as she walked out onto the porch.
"Alright Kasumi, I'll be right down," he said as he got up. He walked over to the edge and hopped down, twisting in mid-air so that he landed facing Kasumi. He followed Kasumi inside and sat in his usual spot, next to Akane. She immediately started glaring at him. He sighed and shook his head. This was going to be a long night.
After dinner, Ranma went out for a stroll. He had to get away from Akane before he did something he would regret. She had gotten really abusive lately. Ever since the failed wedding, she had gone over the top with her possessiveness. Whenever she didn't know where he was, the next time she saw him, she would yell at him and hit him for being out with one of his other fiancés.
Ranma was so caught up in his thoughts, that he almost missed seeing Happosai waiting for him on a bench.
"What are you doing here, old freak?" he asked wearily.
"I've noticed a change in you, Ranma," Happosai told him as he lit his pipe.
"What about it?"
"You aren't as cocky as you used to be. You seem… depressed," commented Happosai.
"Can I trust you?" asked Ranma as he sat down next to the diminutive Grandmaster.
"Sure thing, Ranma," replied Happosai as he let out a puff of smoke.
Ranma was suspicious of Happosai's behavior, but he need to talk to someone. "I want a change, old man. I don't think I can handle being in Nerima anymore. The only thing that changes around here is the amount of people out to marry or kill me," Ranma told him.
"I see. So, what are you going to do about it?" asked Happosai as he took another drag.
"I want to leave, but I don't know if I have the ability to leave," Ranma confided to him.
"Well, I have a solution. It happens to be the counterpart to the Nanban Mirror. It will allow you to travel through dimensions instead of time," said Happosai.
"Really? That's great!" Ranma exclaimed. He then grew suspicious. "Why would you give it to me?"
"Well, it's simple. Without you around, I can get all the panties that I want. Also, I can't seem to get the damn thing to work," he muttered the last part.
"Ok, let's do it. Where is it?" Ranma asked as he got up.
"Come with me, boy," said Happosai as he started roof-hopping away.
Later that night, Ranma sat on the roof again, this time looking at the mirror. It was about the same size as a hand mirror, but it was rectangular in shape. The frame was a silvery color, but with black lining. As he held it, streams of possibilities came to him. All the training he could do in so many different dimensions, it was almost overwhelming.
He was broken out of his thoughts by the sound of a ladder being leaned against the side of the roof. He looked over and saw that it was Akane, undoubtedly coming to make sure that he wasn't out with Ukyo or Shampoo. He heard her walk over towards him and stop. He waited patiently for her to say something. Apparently, that was what she was doing too. Unfortunately, patience isn't one of her strong points.
"Well?" she asked.
"What are you talking about, Akane?" he asked tiredly.
"I've been standing here and you've just been ignoring me," she stated.
"Is there a reason that you came up here?" he asked her, wanting to get to the point.
"As a matter of fact, there is," she told him. "Where were you after dinner?"
"I went for a walk," he stated simply.
"Really, I find that hard to believe," she told him smugly.
"Believe what you want, Akane. I was out on a walk and I ran into Happosai. We got to talking and afterwards, he gave me this," he said as he showed her the mirror.
"The Nanban Mirror?" she asked in surprise.
"No, its counterpart," he corrected.
"Give it to me," she demanded.
"No," he replied.
"Give it to me before I get angry," she said.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" he asked her as he stood up.
"W-what are you talking about?" she asked, shocked at his tone of voice.
"You think that you can just order me around, like a slave?" he asked, anger burning in his eyes.
"Ranma, your scaring me," said Akane as she backed away from him.
"Good," was all that he said as he turned away. He decided to do it now. He was going to leave while he still had the resolve to do it. He remembered what Happosai told him to do.
"Now, you have to let a drop of your blood fall on the mirror. After that, all you have to do is make a heartfelt wish and it'll do the rest," Happosai told him as he handed Ranma the mirror.
Ranma quickly bite the inside of his lip and let a drop of blood fall onto the mirror. He watched as the mirror seemed to absorb the blood and start to glow. Akane watched in shock as Ranma did this. She then got very angry that he was trying to leave. She whipped out her largest mallet, one that was bigger than her and coated with titanium. She then started to charge him. As she got closer to him, she heard him make his wish.
"Take me to where I belong."
In a flash, all that was left of Ranma Saotome was the mirror. Which was quickly destroyed as Akane couldn't stop her swing. She watched in shock as the mirror shattered into a million pieces, just like her heart. The mallet fell from her limp fingers as she fell to her knees and started to cry.
In a parallel dimension, a certain Professor was checking the readings on one of his labs. Suddenly, one of the readings went through the roof. He had to shut down all sensors before they overloaded. He quickly ran to the lab and opened the door. Inside he found a young boy, about six years old, lying face down on the floor.
With a groan, Ranma woke up. He stood on shaky legs and looked around the room he was in. He heard a gasp and turned around. He saw an older man standing in the doorway; he looked to be in his late fifties. Ranma put his hand behind his head and smiled weakly.
"I'm Ranma Saotome. Sorry about this."
Two Months Later
Ranma had been with Professor Oak for two months, learning all he could about this world he was in. At first he was upset that the mirror hadn't made the transition, but he was growing used to the idea of not going back. He found after the first week that he had a natural affinity for the strange creatures of this world called Pokèmon. They were like people, yet they weren't. He found that they made great training partners, and seeing as he was once again a child, he would need all the training he could get. He was just coming back from checking on a couple of Nidorans that had a virus when he met a very nice woman.
"Well hello there. Who are you?" she asked as he came into the room.
"This is the lad I was telling you about. His name is Ranma," said Professor Oak. He turned to Ranma. "Ranma, this is Mrs. Ketchum.
"Pleasure to meet ya," said Ranma as he gave a little bow. He then turned back to Professor Oak. "I gave the Nidorans the antidote you told me to. They didn't like it though." he said he as he showed the Professor a scratch that one of them had given him.
"Good work, Ranma. Why don't you go check on that injured Growlithe, alright?" Oak told Ranma.
"Ok, Prof." Ranma replied as he went to another part of the lab.
After Ranma had left, Professor Oak turned back to Mrs. Ketchum.
"So, Delia, what do you think?" he asked her.
"Oh, he is so adorable," she gushed. "You say that he has no parents?" she asked.
"Yes, he has no relatives," he told her.
"Well, we can't have that. I'm sure that Ash won't mind having an older brother," she said as she made up her mind.
"Are you certain, Delia? I'm sure that I can find someone else to take care of Ranma," said Professor Oak.
"Oh don't be silly, I'd love to take him in," she told him firmly.
They left to Viridian City to go about getting Ranma put on the Ketchum register. They came back later that day and gave Ranma the good news.
"Huh? Does this mean I have to leave?" asked Ranma after they told him that he'd being going to stay with Mrs. Ketchum.
"Yes, Ranma, but you're not going far. Delia lives just on the other side of town," Oak told Ranma.
"Well, in that case, when do I leave?" said Ranma.
"As soon as you get your things," replied Professor Oak.
Ranma was back in five minutes, having packed his meager possessions. As they were about to leave, Professor Oak stopped them and handed Ranma a small box.
"What's this?" asked Ranma.
"A present," was all that Professor Oak said.
Ranma quickly opened the box and pulled out what was inside. It was a pokeball. Ranma looked up at Oak in surprise.
"I didn't want you to be too lonely until you get acclimated to your new home," Professor Oak said in explanation.
Ranma smiled as he threw the pokeball.
As the light solidified, it revealed a Growlithe. As Ranma took a closer look, it turned out to be the injured Growlithe he had been taking care of for the last couple of weeks. With an excited bark, the Growlithe walked up to Ranma and put its paw on his leg. Ranma let out a laugh as he bent down and picked the puppy up. He then turned to Delia.
"Alright, 'Mom', lets go home."
Yes this is a Ranma/Pokemon crossover. I've read so many pathetic attempts, but have only read one or two good crossovers, like 'Fist of the Pikachu' by AnimeAddiction.
I got so many reviews that I am definitely continuing this fic. Now, I want to know what Pokemon you all think Ranma should have. I will take a vote and use your votes to help me decide. The next chapter will be all about what happened in Nerima after Ranma left.
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