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timepiececlockI was searching my computer for the notes for the Kabuto fic I was gonna write once upon a time (the notes seem to be totally gone), and ended up browsing some of my older fanfiction rejects. Like this two-page snippet from a long-ago-imagined Inu Yasha / Ranma 1/2 crossover.
Inuyasha only slammed Ranma’s head back into the packed dirt again, and leaned forward. “Kagome,” he hissed, “will not continue this engagement to YOU while she’s MY shard–detector.”
“Well, hell, Pop, why didn’t you just engage me to the whole planet and make things a little—”
Inuyasha snapped. He slammed Ranma into the ground, hands around the boy’s throat. His pupils were lit up golden, glowing so bright the whites of his eyes couldn’t even be seen. Inuyasha snarled, fangs out.
“What—what—you?—some—kinda freakin—vampire—” Ranma choked, fingers clawing desperately at Inuyasha much stronger hands. His rapid fire kicking into Inuyasha’s legs and sides went completely unnoticed, and the martial artist seriously wondered if the white-haired boy-monster-thing even knew he was being kicked at all. “Let me—let me— g-go—!”
Inuyasha only slammed Ranma’s head back into the packed dirt again, and leaned forward. “Kagome,” he hissed, “will not continue this engagement to YOU while she’s MY shard–detector.”
Before he realized what had happened Ranma was free again; his strange attacker was pacing a few feet away, thinking furiously to himself and completely ignoring Saotome. By the double-doors Nabiki, Soun, and the Panda huddled and watched with semi-terrified interest. When he saw them, and he realized that he had been beaten, REALLY beaten, in front of an audience, Ranma’s blood began to simmer.
Ranma could tell by Inuyasha’s pacing that he’d been shoved into the “mostly harmless” category. One thing in life Ranma really couldn’t stomach was being dismissed. His blue eyes narrowed, and he leaped into the air, preparing to come down on that arrogant white head with a vicious kick. Inuyasha turned, punched, and for Ranma, the world suddenly became a much blacker, much quieter place.
“Hey... Ranma, son. How much do you remember boy?”
The dual visions of Soun and Genma blurred into focus, just inches above Ranma’s nose. Ranma, naturally, screamed. The world went black again.
“Yo, Romeo, wake up.”
“Nnnn...Naaaa…Nabiiiiki?” Ranma slurred.
“Yes, it’s me. It’s safe to wake up now, the scary old men are on the other side of the room.” Nodding Ranma opened his eyes fully and looked around. He was in the house; his pop and the Tendos sans Akane were in the room with him. Happosai was caught up in trying to correctly mend a huge pink bra and listen at the same time.
“So how much do you remember boy!” Genma snapped again from over his game board with Soun.
“Ooooohh maaaannn...” Ranma muttered, holding hand to his head. “Son of a bitch... 'ead hurts like hell... The last thing I remember was going for an aerial kick at the white-haired boy-monster-thing and then... that's it.”
Soun nodded. “Yep... that about sums it up, boy. He creamed you with one punch. Quite amazing.”
“The wall to the left of the pond now has your body impression forever ingrained on it,” Nabiki put in chirpily.
Ranma groaned aloud, and sat up slowly. “Great. So where is he now?”
“Hmph. Ahem,” Genma stated in an attempt to sound authoritative. “He is no longer on our property, and thus me must meditate and plan to discover the best way to destroy him.”
Ranma’s gaze was flatter than asphalt. “You don't know where he is.” Everyone, except Kasumi of course, looked at something else and pretended not to have heard. He looked around, suddenly aware of an absence in the room.
“Where's Akane?”
A suspicious silence.
“Where’s Kagome?”
Happosai clucked quietly to himself as he mended.
“Does anyone here know what’s going on?”
An even more suspicious silence.
I don’t believe this, Ranma thought, standing up. “Well if you’re all going to just SIT there, I’m going to find Akane and Kagome before that white haired demon guy sucks their blood or something. Maybe we’ll get lucky and Akane’s blood’ll make him keel over.” That earned him an evil look from Mr. Tendo.
Genma held up a sign that said [That’s my boy].
“Pops, you’re a human being right now not a panda.” Genma put the sign away, but he didn’t seem quite as embarrassed about it as decency required.
Ranma was running down the street toward the Higurashi shrine only minutes later. The last place he remembered seeing the white-haired boy, Kagome, and Akane together was at this shrine. Maybe it would lead him to Akane.
The youngest Tendo was, at that moment, five centuries into the past and not liking it so far. She was cold, she was hungry, and she was tired. But never let it be said that Akane Tendo couldn’t push as hard and as long as the next woman. Through dead forests. Over hills. Through rain.
What a load of crap, she admitted to herself about two seconds later, you want to go home more than anything in the world right now and you know it.
Kagome was a few meters ahead of her, looking as much like a drowned fish as Akane did. But the girl said she’d been through this sort of thing pretty often by now, and that Akane need only wait and everything would be ok. Akane wanted to believe her, but she felt incredibly vulnerable walking through the forest like this. In her current condition she’d be pathetically easy to beat in a fight, and Kagome had already mentioned being completely ignorant of any martial skills whatsoever. If they were really centuries in the past—and by now Akane believed that they were—then they could be set upon at any moment by bandits, slave-traders, samurai, or worse. Akane remembered quite clearly that samurai in real history were not nearly as noble as those in stories. She had no desire in being forced to become anyone’s slave or wife or concubine, and no doubt Kagome felt the same.
“We need to find shelter,” she spoke.
Kagome nodded, and gave her new friend a weary smile. “I know. But if we’re ever going to get away from Seshoumarru, then we need to be gone as fast and as far as possible. Jaken must be good at something for the demon to keep him around, but it’s definitely not at tracking anything. If we can get away from him before Seshoumarru returns, then we might get far enough for Inuyasha to find us.”
Inuyasha only slammed Ranma’s head back into the packed dirt again, and leaned forward. “Kagome,” he hissed, “will not continue this engagement to YOU while she’s MY shard–detector.”
“Well, hell, Pop, why didn’t you just engage me to the whole planet and make things a little—”
Inuyasha snapped. He slammed Ranma into the ground, hands around the boy’s throat. His pupils were lit up golden, glowing so bright the whites of his eyes couldn’t even be seen. Inuyasha snarled, fangs out.
“What—what—you?—some—kinda freakin—vampire—” Ranma choked, fingers clawing desperately at Inuyasha much stronger hands. His rapid fire kicking into Inuyasha’s legs and sides went completely unnoticed, and the martial artist seriously wondered if the white-haired boy-monster-thing even knew he was being kicked at all. “Let me—let me— g-go—!”
Inuyasha only slammed Ranma’s head back into the packed dirt again, and leaned forward. “Kagome,” he hissed, “will not continue this engagement to YOU while she’s MY shard–detector.”
Before he realized what had happened Ranma was free again; his strange attacker was pacing a few feet away, thinking furiously to himself and completely ignoring Saotome. By the double-doors Nabiki, Soun, and the Panda huddled and watched with semi-terrified interest. When he saw them, and he realized that he had been beaten, REALLY beaten, in front of an audience, Ranma’s blood began to simmer.
Ranma could tell by Inuyasha’s pacing that he’d been shoved into the “mostly harmless” category. One thing in life Ranma really couldn’t stomach was being dismissed. His blue eyes narrowed, and he leaped into the air, preparing to come down on that arrogant white head with a vicious kick. Inuyasha turned, punched, and for Ranma, the world suddenly became a much blacker, much quieter place.
“Hey... Ranma, son. How much do you remember boy?”
The dual visions of Soun and Genma blurred into focus, just inches above Ranma’s nose. Ranma, naturally, screamed. The world went black again.
“Yo, Romeo, wake up.”
“Nnnn...Naaaa…Nabiiiiki?” Ranma slurred.
“Yes, it’s me. It’s safe to wake up now, the scary old men are on the other side of the room.” Nodding Ranma opened his eyes fully and looked around. He was in the house; his pop and the Tendos sans Akane were in the room with him. Happosai was caught up in trying to correctly mend a huge pink bra and listen at the same time.
“So how much do you remember boy!” Genma snapped again from over his game board with Soun.
“Ooooohh maaaannn...” Ranma muttered, holding hand to his head. “Son of a bitch... 'ead hurts like hell... The last thing I remember was going for an aerial kick at the white-haired boy-monster-thing and then... that's it.”
Soun nodded. “Yep... that about sums it up, boy. He creamed you with one punch. Quite amazing.”
“The wall to the left of the pond now has your body impression forever ingrained on it,” Nabiki put in chirpily.
Ranma groaned aloud, and sat up slowly. “Great. So where is he now?”
“Hmph. Ahem,” Genma stated in an attempt to sound authoritative. “He is no longer on our property, and thus me must meditate and plan to discover the best way to destroy him.”
Ranma’s gaze was flatter than asphalt. “You don't know where he is.” Everyone, except Kasumi of course, looked at something else and pretended not to have heard. He looked around, suddenly aware of an absence in the room.
“Where's Akane?”
A suspicious silence.
“Where’s Kagome?”
Happosai clucked quietly to himself as he mended.
“Does anyone here know what’s going on?”
An even more suspicious silence.
I don’t believe this, Ranma thought, standing up. “Well if you’re all going to just SIT there, I’m going to find Akane and Kagome before that white haired demon guy sucks their blood or something. Maybe we’ll get lucky and Akane’s blood’ll make him keel over.” That earned him an evil look from Mr. Tendo.
Genma held up a sign that said [That’s my boy].
“Pops, you’re a human being right now not a panda.” Genma put the sign away, but he didn’t seem quite as embarrassed about it as decency required.
Ranma was running down the street toward the Higurashi shrine only minutes later. The last place he remembered seeing the white-haired boy, Kagome, and Akane together was at this shrine. Maybe it would lead him to Akane.
The youngest Tendo was, at that moment, five centuries into the past and not liking it so far. She was cold, she was hungry, and she was tired. But never let it be said that Akane Tendo couldn’t push as hard and as long as the next woman. Through dead forests. Over hills. Through rain.
What a load of crap, she admitted to herself about two seconds later, you want to go home more than anything in the world right now and you know it.
Kagome was a few meters ahead of her, looking as much like a drowned fish as Akane did. But the girl said she’d been through this sort of thing pretty often by now, and that Akane need only wait and everything would be ok. Akane wanted to believe her, but she felt incredibly vulnerable walking through the forest like this. In her current condition she’d be pathetically easy to beat in a fight, and Kagome had already mentioned being completely ignorant of any martial skills whatsoever. If they were really centuries in the past—and by now Akane believed that they were—then they could be set upon at any moment by bandits, slave-traders, samurai, or worse. Akane remembered quite clearly that samurai in real history were not nearly as noble as those in stories. She had no desire in being forced to become anyone’s slave or wife or concubine, and no doubt Kagome felt the same.
“We need to find shelter,” she spoke.
Kagome nodded, and gave her new friend a weary smile. “I know. But if we’re ever going to get away from Seshoumarru, then we need to be gone as fast and as far as possible. Jaken must be good at something for the demon to keep him around, but it’s definitely not at tracking anything. If we can get away from him before Seshoumarru returns, then we might get far enough for Inuyasha to find us.”
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Date: 2005-07-18 12:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-18 01:16 am (UTC)And I couldn't remember. I also couldn't remember any shred of idea about what the original plot concept was. If there was one.
Which leads me to think there probably wasn't a plot concept at all and that's why it never got more than two pages.
I'm glad you like it, though! Especially because you're probably more familiar with R1/2 canon right now than I am; it's been a while since I watched or read any of it.