The Phantom and The Silence: Chapter 1

Stalking through the night, deftly liberating mishandled and abused
panties, Happosai paused, his super-sensitive hearing registering the
wailing of an unhappy child. Normally the aged, well, very aged,
prunish martial arts master would have passed the occurence off as a
young parent shirking on their resonsibility, one of the few things
that could actually upset him after centuries of debauchery, but along
with the piercing cry came an unmistakable vibration. It was chi,
pure, innocent, and raw, the kind of energy given off by the future
powerhouses. Happosai himself once, in times long forgotten, gave off
such an energy, or so his grandfather had told him. So too had
Cologne, his lost love. Not including himself and the beautiful
amazon, only three others in his three hundred and sixteen years of
life, to his knowledge, had ever possessed the inborn quality such as
he now witnessed.

The gears in Happosai's perverted and aging, yet still brilliant mind
began to creakily turn. Neither Genma nor Soun were really worthy of
the title of Heir to the Anything Goes School(yes, I know only Ranma
calls it that, well I think that's how it is). The only reason he'd
selected the men in the first place was on the off chance that they
would produce a suitable child to carry on the legacy, but Genma's
wife was barely pregnant and Soun's two brats, while already
demonstrating some potential, weren't suited for the task either.
Hmm, the child 'was' technically being neglected, and if looked at
from a certain perspective, Happosai himself was about the best
protection any one person could have in life. Well, why not? He
needed an heir, so he'd just make one on his own. Screw Genma and
Soun, they were incompetent idiots anyway.

Decision made, Happosai leapt a fence and crept through the open
window of the crying child's room. It was a girl, he noticed when
within visual and less passive chi sensory range. Sigh, he could
still work with a girl, if he had to. On the other hand, having a
girl that could grow up to be a babe and a loyally student would be
kinda nice. He could even cop himself a feel without threat of severe
violence. Happosai scooped up the squirming bundle, tucking his
pittifully empty panty bag into his gi. Almost instantly, the girl
quitened, leaning on the diminutive man's shoulder and sucking her
thumb happily.


Ichiro Tomoe(can't remember or don't know Hotaru's pop's name) finally
finished giving his wife her medication. A major part of the drug
regimen the dying woman currently used was mainly to fight off
debilitating pain in her joints and had to be injected. He wished he
could have gotten to his daughter earlier, but Suki was in such pain,
he couldn't bare to leave her until she was in a peaceful, drug-
induced slumber.

By the time the scientist had finished and covered half the distance
to little Hotaru's room, the crying had ceased and quiet once again
filled the house. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, the
mentally and physically exhausted man turned around and headed for the
couch where he slept in order not to disturb the little sleep his wife
could get.


Two weeks later, Happosai found his wayward students. They were just
coming off of a truly phenomenal binge and the effects of so much
alcohol had turned the pair into complete wrecks, barely able to talk
and extremely photosensitive. Ah, the good old days. Happosai
remembered when he could do that, but now his body, tiny as it was,
could injest enough booze to kill an elephant and only just manage a
pleasant drunk. Hotaru, he'd decided to keep the name embroidered on
the baby blanket, rested calmly in the sling across his back. Such a
wonderful child. As long as she got lots of attention, she never made
so much as a peep.

Stockily muscled Genma and wiry but quick Soun were no match for their
master on a good day. On a day such as this, they couldn't have
fought off a half dozen ants, so they didn't even offer any resistance
as Happosai moved around them, tapping several shiatsu points across
their bodies. This would sober them up for a little more than five
minutes, but the headache that came afterwards would last closer to
five days and be mindnumbing in intensity. Happosai didn't care, he
only needed five minutes.

"Up up, you sorry excuses for men. Why, in my day, the old women
would have laughed you out of the village if that little bit of saki
got you so drunk. You should be ashamed of yourselves!" The ancient
master only gave the young men a cursory pounding, a sort of going
away present. After today, he didn't intend to ever see them again.

"Yes, master," Genma grovelled, to be echoed by Soun. He had to say
one good thing for the boys, they sure could pull off a good
worshipping, not that such a skill did much good outside of the

"Now, since neither one of you has proven to me that you have what it
takes to pass on the traditions of Anything Goes when I pass on, I
have decided to take drastic measures. As of this day, I wash may
hands of you. You are no longer of my school and may no longer
practice its secrets. I have found an heir, and to show
you just how pathetic you really are, my heir is a girl. Bwahahaha!
You're places have been taken by a girl! A little baby girl!
Bwahahahahaha!" Still cackling, Happosai leapt through the window of
the seedy motel Genma and Soun were renting, smacking both of them on
the way out.


Genma trembled in anger, a deep blue battle aura coating his
thoroughly muscled form. He raised a clenched fist into the air and
shouted,"Damn you, old man, damn you to an eternity in a hell without

Soun looked at his friend in confusion."Genma, tell me if I'm wrong,
but isn't this what we've wanted for the last decade or so? I mean
really, the master hasn't actually taught us any of his 'secrets' and
all we've gotten out of him so far has been almost straight kempo."

Genma, too, looked confused, then a sheepish grin spread across his
homely face."You're right, old friend. I don't know what came over
me. We're free, free at last! We must celebrate this wonderous
occasion!!!" Genma pulled a half full bottle of saki from liquor-space
and was about to take a pull of the already warm rice wine when the
most amazing thing happened. Out of nowhere, literally, a band of
sadistic dwarfs began to beat the inside of his skull with hammers.
Genma dropped the bottle convulsively and clutched the sides of his
head in agony.

Soun was about to run over to his friend to see what was the matter
when he, too, experienced the wonder of hammer-weilding hell dwarfs.


"But Genma, is a martial artist very manly if he doesn't belong to a
school?" Nodoka asked wearily. Her pregnancy was nearing its end and
little Ranma appeared eager to follow in his fathers footsteps as a
martial artist, though she hoped her first born would be a bit more
handsome than her own blunt featured, but lovable husband.

Genma waved the possibility aside. Nodoka hadn't mentioned hauling
out the old Misaki sword and he didn't want to give her reason
to."Nodoka, dearest, don't worry. I'll simply combine my own schools,
the Yamasenken and the Umisenken into a new school of martial arts.
Isn't that great? Our Ranma will be the heir to a completely new
style of combat?" When Genma had emerged from the hellish Dwarf jamboree, he'd had something of a revelation. He hadn't planned on using the Yamasenke nor Umisenken, since they were so dangerous. If Happosai had continued to instruct him, Genma wouldn't have needed his new techniques, at leasthe wouldn't if the old master's boasts proved true. Now, however, he was a schoolless warrior, a ronin. Without Happosai's 'training', he would have time to properly unite and master the new Toorima Ryu(I just got that name off a jap-to-eng dictionary on the web. It means phantom killer or phantome thief. Seems appropriate for a martial art based off of breaking into houses quietly and killing people quickly).

Nodoka's eyes gleamed with pride. Genma was such a manly man! How
many other men invented their own martial art? She wasn't sure, but
the young woman knew that the number wasn't very high. She squealled
in excitement, jumping up to hug her husband. Then, firmly glomped
onto the man, her eyes widened and she let out a squeal for a
different reason. It was time, Ranma was coming at last!


Soun cradled little Nabiki in his arms, rocking her gently as he and
his wife Sakura(once again have no idea what this character's real
name is) talked about the future of their family and the dojo they had
inherited just months earlier.

Sakura smiled, absently rubbing her bulging abdomen. A few more
months and their little family would be getting a new member,
hopefully a boy this time."Honestly, I never cared much for your old
master." Big understatement. Sakura could feel when the old pervert
was within a block of her and actively sought him out, a horde of
angry women at her back every chance she got. Stupid little troll,
she'd get him for peeping on her in the shower.

Soun grinned lopsidedly."An opinion shared by many, my love, myself
included. With the master gone, I can now seek out a new instructor
to finish my education in kempo. In a few more years I'll be able to
get a teacher's license and begin working as a sensei at the dojo."
Soun would still maintain his friendship with Genma, but he just
didn't have the drive for the martial arts that his friend did. And
now, with the man preparing to create an entirely new martial art,
Soun knew he didn't need to be burdened with the job of teaching his
friend while he himself learned.


Sixteen years pass without incident. Genma masters his new school and
takes his son, Ranma, on a training journey to teach the boy his
family style and to make him a man amongst men. Soun, happy with his
three daughters and wife, begins teaching kempo at the Tendo family
dojo. When his wife dies of cancer four years after the birth of
their last child, a girl by the name of Akane, he slips into a deep
depression, but is able to press on and continue providing for his
family(without the last few years of emotional torment from Happosai,
he's got that little tiny iota of extra will needed to get a grip on
his emtions).

Hotaru Lee(I'm making that Happosai's last name just because I want
to.) suffers none of the weakness or frailty that would have plagued
her if raised in the normal manner. Despite Happosai's efforts, the
girl, a beautiful and shapely sixteen year old, will not let him get within
three feet of her unless they're fighting. Unfortunately for the old
man, Hotaru, while still not skilled enough to defeat him in straight
combat, is more than capable of dodging or otherwise evading any
attempts at groping.

AND lastly, Setsuna Meiou, a.k.a. Sailor Pluto, the Guardian of the
Time Gate, spends a good portion of those sixteen years looking for
Sailor Saturn who she knows is alive and living on Earth, but can not
find no matter how much power she uses(this may be due to the chaotic
aura lots of fanfic authors like to attribute to Anything Goes
practitioners possessing).


Tendo, bringing Ranma by to visit.


Soun read the postcard with joy in his heart and tears in his eyes.
He hadn't seen his oldest and dearest friend in over a decade, ever
since he's begun the journey to teach Ranma the Toorima Ryu. Eagerly,
Soun drew the other post card from the stack of mail. Maybe this one
was good too. The front of the card, in a kind of cosmic joke unknown
to Soun, was a picture of the planet Saturn.

Ungrateful loser, bringing my 'Heir' to visit.


Joy left his heart to be replaced by dread, fear, anxiety, and a few
other negative emotions. The tears dried up almost instantaneously.
He had to prepare. The girls would need protection. Soun wouldn't be
able to get them firearms in Japan, but cattle prods shouldn't be too
much trouble.


Ranma was a teenager of average height, possessed blue-grey eyes
within a mischeviously handsome face, and his tight black pigtail flew
wildly behind him as he glided along the side of the high rise building.
The young man wasn't flying, that wasn't something he ever thought could
be accomplished by non-winged or non-draconian beings, but with one
hand and both feet glowing blue as he created a chi enforeced vacuum,
he defied gravity well enough to chase after his fleeing father who
was only a floor or two ahead.

"Get back here, old man!" Ranma shouted, using his free hand to fling
a loose vacuum blade that lazily arched around the building's
cylindrical exterior. The attack was a much blunter version of the
true vacuum blade, the Toorima Ryu's main long range technique.

A few moments passed before Ranma heard the yelp that signalled his
father had been hit."Bullseye," he whispered, allowing his speed to
decrease and cutting most of the power to the vacuum that held him in
place. As a result, he began to slide downward, angling towards his
falling father with steadily increasing speed.

Within seconds he caught up to the older man. Genma, his gi slightly
torn, was skidding along the surface of the building, much like Ranma,
but with much less control. Ranma sighed. He'd have to save his
father or they'd be stuck in Tokyo for weeks while the old bastard

The kick and burst of force shattered the thick pane of glass he'd
been on and propelled Ranma fast enough that he would'd
overtake his father and be able to intercept him before he impacted
the sidewalk.


It was humiliating to be saved by his son, to say the least. Genma
was as ugly as ever and getting on in the years, but most of his
muscle had stayed that way, only a small portion of it going to fat
over the years of daily gorgings on whatever food he could get his
hands on. Genma closed his eyes and tried to guess how long they
would continue to fall before reaching the Earth once again.

Four seconds later, Ranma, with Genma slung haphazardly over his
shoulder, slammed into the concrete sidewalk. Ranma's grunted at the
effort, though his legs barely buckled from the force. The sidewalk
wasn't nearly so lucky. It exploded into a cloud of shrapnel and
dust, leaving a sizable crater behind.

Ranma threw Genma into the rubble and said,"If this is another
fiance, father, I'm gonna turn mom loose on your ass."

Genma shuddered. Not really a fate worse than death, Nodoka could be
at least as bad, though, if she ever decided to really use the Saotome
blade. Ever since she'd given her old one back to her gradfather to
be passed on to her nephew, she took every available opportunity to
show off the Saotome blade. Thankfully the women didn't actually know
how to use it. 'That' would be bad.

"No, boy, I told you that last girl was the final engagement." Geeze,
it's not like he'd engaged the boy more than five times. Once Nodoka
had caught on to that one, she hadn't sheathed the sword for two

"I just want to introduce you to a friend of mine. We once studied
under the same evil master. When we parted ways, he settled down to
teach and raise his family while I continued to develop our school to
pass on to you."


Ranma snorted. He knew his father meant well, but he could sound so
righteous and sage sometimes that Ranma thought he would gag. Evil
master, eh?"Would that evil master be Happosai?" he asked.

Genma's eyes widened and he looked at Ranma in terror."Don't say that
name lest you invoke his presence!" he shouted. His hands trembling,
Genma waved them over his head once and released a small amount of chi
into the air. Sounds of traffic and conversation immediately faded
away and the louder noises that they could hear were distorted beyond
recognition."Ranma, don't ever say his name. That man is as close to
a demon as any human can be. If he were to get his hands on our
secret techniques, he would be unstoppable, a plague on the world." On
the world's panties, anyway.

Ranma couldn't help but take the old man seriously. He sounded trully
scared and apprehensive and to use one of their school's most secret
techniques in such a public place...He nodded in understanding and let
the matter drop.


Hotaru's staff struck out, seemingly unguided, and smashed into
Happosai's face just as he began an enthusiastic leap for her butt.
With a pleasant smile on her face, the beautiful girl channelled a
large surge of chi through the wood of the staff and thoroughly
charred Happosai's head, turning his tiny little waxed mustache into a
smoking ruin.

"Grandfather, I've told you to stop that!" Hotaru chided, not really
angry at her grandfather's antics. She was almost sure that the old
man really couldn't control himself, but that didn't stop her from
painfully reminding him that she was off limits, along with any other
woman if she was around.

His blackened face still smoking, Happosai walked beside his adopted
granddaughter and the heir to his school, his head held low and his
feet dragging across the cement dejectedly. Hotaru had grown into
such a fine example of womanhood. It just wasn't fair that he
couldn't fondle her occassionally. He looked up and his mood
brightened visibly. The sign for the Tendo Kempo dojo was up ahead.
Good, very good. Now he could show off what a real heir was about.
Soun also had at least two daughters whom couldn't possibly be as well
trained as Hotaru.


"Something, somehow," Genma commented uncomfortably as
they neared the gate to his old friend's house and dojo.

Ranma stopped, a look a concentration passing over his face for a
heart beat, then nodded. It still erked him that his father was more
sensitive to danger than him, but he was young and had plenty of time
to sharpen his senses."Do you think it's the ninja zombies again?" The
ninja zombies were yet another incident in a long line of
catastrophies caused at least in part by Genma's efforts to train his
son in the ways of the Toorima Ryu.

Genma shook his head. How was he supposed to know that the pendant
wouldn't just increase Ranma's skill, but would cause him to better
himself by randomly fighting off a horde of zombies trained in
ninjitsu. Stupid amazon artifacts."This feels more malevolent. Be
ready, son, Soun and his family may be in danger."

Ranma nodded again and began to focus and fold chi as much as he could
without manifesting any visible signs. He felt his father do the same
and followed the man over the wall.


"Grandfather, you pervert!" a cute girl about Ranma's age shouted,
smashing a smoldering troll-like thing into a medium-sized koi pond
with a staff that glowed yellow with chi energy. A small cloud of
steam rose from the troll's landing in the pond. Beside him, Ranma
felt his father fully unleash his battle aura, the telltale bending of
space also coming into play. He was still visible, but a blink of the
eye and the older man could vanish.

Ranma didn't powerup any further than he already was. The girl seemed
to have things well enough in hand. Unnoticed, by anyone, Ranma and
Genma watched as another attractive girl, this one wearing a house
dress and maybe a few years older than Ranma, stepped out of the house
and fished the troll out of the pond with her broom.

"Grandfather Happosai, that really wasn't very nice. You should
probably go apologize to Nabiki for stealing her underwear," the girl
said sweetly, smiling pleasantly all the while, though her nose did
wrinkle cutely at the smell of burning human flesh.

Ranma assumed the girl waving the cattle prod with sparks shooting out
of the end was Nabiki...Wait a minute, did she say Happosai? Yes, she
did. Ranma looked at the shrivelled little troll, his senses fully
open. Wow, it had a seriously focused battle aura and its chi was as
condensed as any Ranma had ever seen. That girl shouldn't have been
able to take him out so easily. She'd called him grandfather, though.
Maybe he'd let her hit him. Ranma had done that on more than one
occassion when he'd fought female martial artists over the years.

Now Ranma started laughing. He couldn't believe his father had such a
deeply ingrained fear of the ancient man, even if he did have the
power to back it up. Happosai just didn't have the look necessary to
inspire fear. Oh well, his father was mostly an idiot and a coward,
so he couldn't expect much out of him.

Ranma's laughter drew the attention of the staff weilding girl, the
broom weilding girl, the cattle prod weilding girl, and Happosai, who
had finally stopped smoking. One smile from broom girl, a glare from
Happosai and cattle prod, and a look of wary respect from the staff
girl later, and Ranma remembered his manners."Ah, sorry. I'm Ranma
Saotome and this is my father, Genma Saotome." Ranma reached out and
drew his Genma from hiding.

From the back porch charged a man wearing traditional samurai armor
and he waved a cattle prod around like a katana. He rushed Genma and
the two men met, embracing each other in bone crushing bear hugs and
laughing without restraint.

Ranma tore his gaze from the reunion when he felt a powerful presence
close by. He turned to face the presence and came face to face to the
cute girl with the staff. Wow, up close she looked a whole lot
better. Those purple eyes were strangely exotic, too.

"Hi, I'm Hotaru, wanna be friends?" she asked, extending her hand in

Ranma gaped at the girl for a moments, but then with a grin accepted
the offered hand and said,"Sure."


Author's Notes: This was originally an idea by Cymage, but I somehow
got trapped in it and have found myself absorbed by the story. I'm
still gonna continue The World at War, and probably Till Death Do We
Part, just with this thrown in. Yes, I'm an evil bastard deserving of
death. I can't help it, I didn't intend to write this as anything
more than an idea. Oh well, just stop foaming at the mouth and try to
enjoy the story. Had some weird formatting problems with his, but I
think I have them worked out. Please send C&C to me at