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Rumiko or Takeuchi Naoko. No infringement of copyright is intended. 
This work to be distributed for free, unchanged, crediting the current 
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This is a crossover between Ranma 1/2 and Sailor Moon. To make the two 
stories fit together the way I wanted, I needed to shuffle the dates at 
which a few things occur within the main timeline of Sailor Moon. I bow 
my head in shame: please forgive. We also have guest appearances by 
Slayers and 3x3 Eyes.

Die hard fans of Ranma may also notice a very subtle change to it's 
story timeline...

This story is dedicated to the letters L and the numbers 2 and 3.


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What has gone before:
While on a training trip with his father, Ranma fell into the spring of 
the drowned young girl. Unfortunately, his curse can only be changed 
back with _very_ hot water, which means he spends most of the time in 
his cursed form. Not only that, but since the spring was drowned young 
girl, he turns into a 12 year old girl who never ages.

Through almost four hundred years of history, Ranma has endured. He has 
been a husband to Akane and a second mother to children in the 
Joketsuzoku. From monk to revolutionary, Ranma has travelled much of 
Asia and Europe. At long last he has returned to Japan. Recently Ranma 
encountered a spirit woman called Mistress 9 who said that she could 
break his curse. Simultaneously, the Sailor Senshi are preparing to 
face a new enemy that threatens Tokyo.


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Half A Man And Getting Better
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Ranma loved Tokyo, and he wondered how he survived for so long away 
from Japan. Simply everything about the city made him want to leap with 
joy, and he felt alive today like no other. All around him, he saw 
people walking, talking and laughing. Spontaneously he joined them, 
leaping to the roof of a nearby house to laugh and cry in joy. 

All around him the city stretched in its sprawling beauty. Even though 
the morning was still cool, and the dew sparkled off the roofs and 
trees, he could not recall the last time he had seen a more beautiful 
day. Leaping down to the street, he bowed to some startled people, 
waving his stick in a flourish, then ran laughing on his way. Surely 
today could not get any better. Oh, Akane, if only you could see me 
now.

On a day like today it was so easy for anyone to see why the city was 
so lovely. The people were nice, polite and, well, they were _his_ 
people. While cool, the day was remarkably pleasant, and the way the 
sun was creeping over the horizon - what a sunrise that was - it 
promised to be perfect and warm without being hot.

Standing in a park, Ranma spread his arms wide and closed his eyes. 
Opening his senses to the magic, he revelled in this other beauty. He 
had thought that there were potent places in Tibet, but they hardly 
compared to Tokyo. A focal point for the Ley Lines in the area, Tokyo 
was awash with energy, giving even the weakest magician the power to 
impress. And the colours! Blues, reds, greens, all moving and swirling 
together. Those poor people who could not see it! He laughed again, 
with all this power, it was no wonder Tokyo seemed to get attacked by 
giant monsters and demons more often than anywhere else in the world.

Oh, sure, Ranma knew about the demons. Who could live in Tokyo and not 
know about it? Good thing there was at least one effective vigilante 
group, otherwise he might feel inspired to do something. As it was, he 
had he spiritual, magical and physical senses wide open, drawing in the 
peace and glory of a perfect day, and blasting out waves of health and 
happiness all around him. Anyone coming within a ten meter radius of 
him were struck by a sudden feeling of relaxation and complete well 
being.

Even as he ran along the streets he came across a small trebling in the 
spiritual dimensional barriers. Today was not a day for fighting: it 
was a day for champagne wishes and caviar dreams, a day where they all 
came true. Ignoring the stares of the people watching, he moved over 
what would soon be an entrance from one of the nether worlds, and began 
to dance. Mapping out a warding, he sealed it in place with lines of 
fire, drawn magically from the buoyant, exuberant feelings he had. 

Even as he moved on down the street, the glowing symbols faded, 
powerful motifs etching themselves into the ground. That was his good 
deed for today, and one demon that the Girl Guides would never need to 
deal with.

Grabbing a lamp post, he swung himself around and almost burst into the 
chorus of 'Singing In The Rain', hampered only by the fact that there 
was no rain to be singing in. Hmm, too dark down on the streets, time 
to hit the roofs again. Laughing in a subtly disturbing manner, he ran 
and jumped, propelling himself at speed, not caring about the looks, or 
the comments he attracted.

This morning, Mistress 9 had awakened him just before sunrise. Her long 
work was paying off, and she had finally broken one of the most 
powerful parts of the spell. No longer was he cursed to change at 
anything less than boiling water: warm water was sufficient! Oh, Akane, 
if only this could have happened 400 years sooner!

At the same time that Ranma was running around and exhorting just how 
lovely the day was, others were bemoaning the fact that it was another 
school day. Children all over the city were rising and getting ready 
for another day of dull lectures. Had he considered the problem, Ranma 
probably would not have cared what his friends at school though of 
Hotaru's absence today. Fortunately, Hotaru did not have any friends, 
so no-one really noticed her absence.

The girls of Juuban High saw it as another day of the same old routine. 
Strange things were afoot, but traditionally they waited until after 
the girls had rushed through their morning routines and arrived at 
school. The school may have felt some sort of lenience if a demon had 
attacked it's students and that caused them to be late, but since Usagi 
and Minako were late so often, they got to stand in the hall of a 
while.

Most of the other Sailor Senshi (in their normal guise) were at school, 
attending some form of learning institute. Only one was not today, and 
that was Sailor Pluto. She knew they were out there, and she knew that 
it was almost time to contact them. The Outer Senshi would be needed 
soon, and she would be there to bring them into the fold and guide them 
to their future. But now was not the time, and since time was her 
speciality, she waited and prepared.

At the Mugen Gakuen Academy a pair of close friends spent the day in 
peaceful bliss, ignoring any vicious rumours which may have been 
circulating. What does it matter what other people say when you only 
care about the opinion of one other person?

Rei's day had been as good as one could expect for a school day. No 
monsters, no demons, no Usagi wailing at nothing in particular... 
actually today was quite good. The quality of the day really rested on 
the perspective that you looked at it from.

Walking down the street outside the school, she nodded to passing 
friends and acquaintances. To these people, the day had probably been 
fairly dull, maybe even a bit of a trial, depending on the amount of 
study that they had done. From that perspective, today was wholly 
unremarkable. 

Saying a quick 'Hello, Sensei' she passed one of teachers who was 
picking on several of the rowdier students. Rei flicked her long black 
hair over her shoulder as the wind brushed it and ignored the stares 
from the boys. They were so immature. To them, today would be measured 
by which girls they managed to grope, or which boys they intimidated. 
Feh! How trivial!

Turning down a street, she headed to some stores on the way home, her 
shoes clicking on the concrete paths. Her religion taught the value of 
all things, and their place in the world. Her friends in the Senshi 
also taught her the same things. They might be aggressive or flighty, 
smart or klutzy, but they all realised the significance of what they 
fought for. To them, the lives of these simple shop keepers was 
something worth risking their own lives for. 

As she took some fruit from the vendor and handed over the coins to 
him, Rei wondered what his opinion of today was. Did his world revolve 
around profit and loss? Or did he have a family? Wife and children more 
valuable than the whole world? Could he even understand what she was 
thinking? Would he understand the point of view of a girl reincarnated 
from the defenders of a kingdom which was now rising from thousands of 
years of slumber?

Probably not.

Arriving at the Hikawa Shrine which was her home, she removed her shoes 
and walked inside. Stopping in the kitchen, she deposited the fruit she 
would be using for desert. She headed to her room and got changed, all 
the while wondering about her grandfather. She did have to admit his 
wisdom, but she wondered how much he thought about the serious issues 
in the world. Or was his view of important actually that different from 
hers? Perhaps she should ask him.

Rei was so wrapped in her thoughts that she hardly registered the sound 
of voices as she walked through the shrine buildings seeking her 
grandfather. All her life she had been training to take over the 
shrine, and he was her teacher. Not only her teacher, she realised, 
when she walked into a room containing her grandfather and a young man 
with his black hair held back in a short pony tail.

Both the men looked up at her intrusion, and she bowed her head in 
shame. How could she have been so rude? "My apologies, I shall be 
sweeping the yard, Grandfather."

Before she could back out of the room, her guardian called to her. 
"Rei-chan, a moment of your time. This young man has come to us seeking 
some training in Shinto. He says he is not acquainted with our methods, 
but he has studied some similar work in India. Would you be so kind as 
to work with him for a while?"

As soon as she bobbed her head, he was up and out of the room. Looking 
at the boy, she realised what her grandfather was up to again. Always 
match making! From the way the boy was staring at her, she figured that 
he must have seen her here before and came purely for a chance for a 
date. "I'm sorry, if you've come to ask me out for a date, I'm not 
interested."

The boy just sat there. It wasn't that she was not interested, he was 
quite cute in all honesty, she just did not like the idea of someone 
taking advantage of her religion as a dating service. After a minute he 
still sat there with an open mouth, gaping at her. Bending down in 
front of him, she waved a hand in front of his face.

Ranma had been stunned. While he was bouncing around the city he had 
seen the shrine and realised that he had no knowledge of the most 
popular religion of his native land, so he had dropped in for a chat. 
They had retired to a small, sunlit room, and Ranma had stacked his 
small pack and walking staff in one corner. After talking with the old 
priest for a while, this girl had walked in, and he had almost fallen 
over. In his mind, he added twenty years and removed about three foot 
of lustrous, beautiful, black hair. 

"Akane---?"

"No, I'm Rei."

"Is... Is it you, Akane?"

She stood up and put her hands on her hips. She had heard of boys 
trying the 'Do I know you?' trick, but she did not believe anyone would 
really be dumb enough. "No, silly. Rei. One syllable: Rei. Akane, three 
syllables, Rei: one."

The boy shook his head and bowed. "My apologies, Rei-san. I mistook you 
for a very dear friend. She... She died a long time ago. The Indian 
mystics... they often told me of reincarnation. I'm afraid I was 
mistaken for a moment."

Rei returned his bow. He was not quite as bad as she though, even if he 
did admit to trying to us a pick-up line on her... sort of. "That's 
OK..."

"Ranma. Tendo Ranma."

"That's OK, Tendo-san. I think I can say with pretty-high confidence 
that I am not the reincarnation of anyone you might know." Not unless 
you happen to be thousands of years old, she thought. 

"Please, call me Ranma. Should I call you Sensei?"

Rei let out a chuckle. "No thanks, I don't think I'm quite ready for 
that title yet. Well, why don't we see what you know."

After giving a general overview of the philosophy, Rei went on to show 
Ranma some of the more applied aspects of Shinto, since that was what 
she had been planning on studying tonight. Fighting demons gave her a 
real interest in improving the speed and quality of her wards. 

After demonstrating a half a dozen of the basic wardings, to ensure 
pleasant dreams or good cooking, Ranma paused her for a moment and 
pointed to the last one she had written. "That's a knew one to me. It's 
got a simple sort of efficiency. I know someone who could have really 
benefited from a cooking charm... once..."

Seeing her guest start to drift off into memories, Rei gave him a brief 
tap. "Pay attention! Do you mean you know the others?"

"Well, not precisely. I'm familiar with the first three, and I know the 
fertility charm in a few older forms. The dream ward... that one I only 
know in this form; can I borrow the brush?"

Passing him the brush and ink, Rei sat in amazement as Ranma rapidly 
began to sketch. In fast, flowing strokes he built a ward. At first she 
was lost, then she saw the form beginning to emerge. It started out as 
an alarm against possession, then built up, including charms for 
fortune, happiness, and dreaming, ending with a seal against demonic 
tampering or intrusion.

Rei sat back stunned. She could have constructed it, but it would have 
taken her five times as long at least. And she would have had to work 
it out from scratch. What was sitting on the floor was the dreaming 
equivalent of a reinforced steel door, compared to her fly screen. 
Catching her breath, she studied it a bit more. 

Hah! He knows the form but it's not active! No wonder it was so easy. 
"Nice picture, but it won't do anything. Anyone can draw a pattern, but 
can you charge it?"

Taking the ward she drew in her hand she chanted and threw it at a wall 
where it stuck. "Rin, pyou, tou, sha, kai, jin, retsu, sai, zen. 
Akuryou taisan!"

Ranma raised an eyebrow as the ward glowed with life and then settled 
back to its waiting form, appearing no more than a decorated piece of 
paper. Taking his own, larger, ward he simply passed it to Rei. "Most 
impressive Rei-san. You show a lot of talent. With that sort of power, 
you might even be able to banish a minor demon."

Rei snarled. Make fun of her, would he? Taking his ward she slapped him 
over the head with it. When it glowed into life and he had to pull it 
off, she almost fell over. "But... It wasn't... but it is... how... 
when?"

Ranma laughed. "It's a matter of practice. It won't work on me since I 
wrote it, so there's no need to worry about that."

"Gee, you're pretty good. I'd hate to be beaten by a girl, at least I'm 
still the best at that."

Ranma smirked. Don't worry, Rei-san. Mistress 9 tells me it should only 
be a few more months, and you really won't have to worry. Just a little 
longer and I'll be a whole man.

They stayed and talked for much of the evening. Around seven, as storm 
clouds gathered, Ranma made a hasty goodbye. Donning his pack and 
taking his staff in one hand, Ranma stepped into the main courtyard and 
bowed deeply to Rei. "Thank you so much for your time this evening, 
Rei-san. I'd really like to come back again, and we can teach each 
other some more."

"Bah! You just got lucky. One ward and you think you know everything. 
Idiot! See if you can do that again next time."

Ranma danced backwards out of her reach. He hadn't had this much fun 
arguing with anyone since he met that trader in 1641. "Ha! You are so 
uncute!"

Rei snarled and was about to yell at him when he clapped both hands 
over his mouth, a look of absolute terror coming over his face. Before 
she could do anything he was outside, and she was ducking under cover 
to avoid the rains which chose that very moment to start falling.

Rei was barely under cover when her grandfather was pushing her back 
into the downpour. "No, no, no. Can't let a handsome young man walk 
home in the rain, can we? Quick, quick, go get him, you two can spend 
the night.... studying! Yes, you need a study partner."

Mumbling under her breath and glaring daggers at the old man, she 
complied, but there was no sign of Ranma. Far down the street - in 
either direction - all she could see was the one small girl walking 
miserably in the rain, carrying an oddly familiar staff, and wearing 
clothes that somehow looked too large.

The one small girl was also Ranma, and she could not believe what she 
had said. 'I'm sorry, Akane! I didn't mean it! It just slipped out! 
She's really pretty, honestly! You're the only uncute tomboy for me! 
I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!'

Neither the rains nor the heavens cared, and Tomoe Hotaru walked home: 
sniffing, crying and dripping the whole way.

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