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Rumiko or Takeuchi Naoko. No infringement of copyright is intended. 
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author.

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 letter A and the number 1.


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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. While Ranma's 
curse is being cured by the spirit woman called Mistress 9, he attempts 
to fit into modern society, learning Shinto from a certain temple 
maiden.


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Have You Been To Jusenkyo?
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When lunch came around and her friends woke her up, Usagi started an 
earnest conversation on her favourite topic: boys. Favourite that is, 
other than food, ice-cream or food. Best yet was a conversation about 
eating out with cute boys while you were eating ice-cream. Hey! School 
was over for today, they weren't going to the concert for a few 
hours...

"Guys, lets go the arcade! We could grab some ice-cream and watch the 
boys walk by!"

Makoto bent down and wave a finger at the short leader. "Now, now. What 
about poor Mamoru-san? Is he cast aside so easily? Alas, it is only the 
poor single girls here that should be looking at all those trim, firm 
bodies."

Usagi stuck her tongue "Blargh! Hey, just because I've got the best, 
doesn't mean I can't check out the rest. Ami-chan! Tell them we have to 
go so we can get the tickets early."

Ami 'blink-blinked', confused at the abrupt change in tactics. "Well, 
yes, but..."

Usagi grabbed Ami and Minako by the hand and started running down the 
street, leaving Makoto to catch up - an easy task given her long legs 
and athletic skills. "All right! We got games, we've got guys and we've 
got ice-cream. What more do we need?"

"The tickets?"

Usagi tossed her head, sending long hair flying. Sorry Minako, I'll 
watch that next time. "Ease up, Ami-chan. We'll get them, don't worry. 
When am I ever late for something important like this?"

Before the brunette could answer, Usagi shifted her short attention 
span back to the other blonde. Sorry Ami, got you with the hair this 
time, gotta learn to watch it. "Come on, Mina-chan, I challenge you to 
a game of Sailor V, let's see who's the best!"

All the girls laughed at that one. Who would dare to beat the pretty 
soldier, Sailor V herself, in a game named after her?

The afternoon passed in excited bliss. The played games, ate sweet 
food, laughed and talked. As the sun began to move to the horizon, Ami 
finally made herself heard, and they went to the ticket office for 
their passes to tonight's concert. Everyone was looking forward to it, 
it was starring one of Japan's greatest young talents at the moment, a 
brilliant violinist called Kaiou Michiru. 

Anyone who had seen Kaiou-san play all agreed that she was a sight and 
sound to behold. All of boys who spoke about her said that she looked 
like a green haired goddess descended to earth, an Avatar with the 
ability to move people with her music. Even the other girls had agreed 
that she was worth seeing, not only for the brilliance of her music, 
but the really cute boyfriend which seemed to attend all her concerts.

They were almost at the ticket office when Makoto took Usagi's arm and 
pointed ahead of her. There was someone getting tickets already, and 
boy, was he cute! Although they could only see him side on, he looked a 
few years older than the four girls, and they must have been years well 
spent. He was trim, taut and terrific. Even his most casual movements 
oozed with strength and power. Little flowers and blossoms appeared 
around him as the girls looked, and in their minds, he turned and 
smiled at them, soft romantic music playing in the background.

Then he did turn, and looked right at them. Makoto took Usagi's arm for 
support, going weak at the knees when those perfect blue eyes brushed 
across her, and then stopped. Although he was at least ten or twenty 
meters away, he seemed to hesitate for a moment, then he shook his 
head, turned and walked off, moving away from them.

The girls released a collective sigh as they came back to their senses. 
"Wow, now that's what I call a _guy_! Hey, Mako-chan, he seemed pretty 
taken in by you, is that the old boyfriend you keep telling us about?"

Shaking her head Makoto sighed again and looked at Minako. "I wish. 
Can't you just imagine those nice strong arms around you?"

Everyone sighed again and drifted off into their private dream world, 
where a handsome stranger came and swept them off their feet for a 
romantic evening, just for two. Minako was the first to come back to 
earth, and looked at her friends. Grabbing hold of one of Usagi's long 
ponytails, she gave a brief tug. "Give it up, Usagi. You've already got 
Mamoru-san and Tuxedo Kamen. Leave one of the nice guys for the rest of 
us!"

"Oh, Mamo-chan! How could I think of anyone but you? You're perfect, 
but he was just so... so... so CUTE. And those big blue eyes..."

The other girls pulled Usagi back to earth, and they finally managed to 
buy their tickets, leaving just enough time to sprint home and get 
ready. Meeting up at the concert hall, all the Sailor Senshi were in 
attendance, dressed up in smart looking clothes, watching the 
performance. The other girls for once were glad that Usagi was holding 
onto Mamoru so tightly. If he was there, there was no chance she would 
stray after this new boy which they all had their eyes on.

Before the lights went down, the girls spent the time looking around at 
the well dressed people, pointing out anyone that they recognised. 
There were celebrities and notables, and the occasional good looking 
guy. No-one could wear a tuxedo as well as Mamoru; but he did have a 
lot of practice. Ami eventually spotted the good looking boyfriend of 
the violinist. He was sitting in the front row, almost close enough to 
touch his girl. Minako went misty eyed just thinking about how romantic 
the couple was. Imagine being able to come to a performance for this 
many people, and know that you were the one person they were playing 
for.

Moments before the lights went down, Ami spotted the short ponytail and 
strong shoulders of the boy from before. He was sitting just a few rows 
back from the front, and wouldn't see them, no matter how much they 
watched him. Pointing him out to her friends, Ami tried to show Rei the 
hunk they had spotted, but the lights dropped before she could.

The hunk in question was sitting admiring the concert. It was such a 
pleasure to be able to go places and do things as a man. Now that he 
could carry a thermos of warm water, he could be a man almost any time 
he wanted. In the darkness Ranma looked around and watched all the 
people in the concert while the music washed over him. 

He had almost turned right around when he spotted a small blonde head 
further back in the seating. It took all his concentration to face the 
front again. It was that girl from the ticket office. I know I've seen 
her before... but where? Why do I feel this need to go and speak to 
her? 

He focused on the concert and appreciated the music. Kaiou-san was 
extremely talented, and it was a pleasure to listen to her. Relaxing in 
his char, Ranma thought of other performances he had seen. As the music 
drifted to a slower selection, he felt himself moved with the music. In 
his mind he saw scenes of himself and Akane, and mourned for all the 
concerts he was never able to see with her. I hope you're out there 
somewhere, Akane, somewhere that you can see this, so that we really 
are together.

Looking down a couple of rows he could see the short blonde head almost 
in front of him. The fat woman beside him had identified the boy as the 
violinist's boyfriend. Ah, young love, he thought. I remember being 
that young. He just hoped that the two of them got on better that he 
and Akane did after they first met.

Eventually the concert ended and the lights came up. Ranma applauded 
with everyone else, for it had truly been a remarkable effort. He was 
also please to note that the only flower the violinist took was the one 
from her boyfriend. He would have headed for the exit then, but sounds 
of a disturbance reached his ears. Looking down, he saw that the blonde 
boy had been splashed by a container of water, wherever it came from.

The sight of the water made Ranma initially panic, then he stopped and 
looked closer at the boy. Tuxedo, yes, and a lean and handsome turn to 
his face which many girls liked... but there was something... It was 
only when the boy stood, brushed off the excess water and began to go 
backstage that Ranma figured it out. 

The boyfriend was a girl!

In a single jump, Ranma was over the rows of seats, and next to the 
startled boy. Grinning widely, Ranma put out his hand to the surprised 
girl. "Jusenkyo? Right?"

"No, Haruka."

She turned to leave, but Ranma kept up with her. "No, I mean: you've 
been to Jusenkyo, right?"

Haruka looked the stranger in the eye and glared. "I may have, but I'm 
afraid I don't remember you."

"No, you wouldn't. Listen, you've got to tell me, when did the 
Nyanniichuan return?"

Haruka was beginning to get flustered. Michiru was waiting, and she 
needed to talk to her. "I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking 
about."

Ranma took her arm in a firm grip and pointed at her breasts. "Listen, 
you're a girl right? I saw what happened. It was Jusenkyo, wasn't it?"

Pulling her arm free, she spun around and began to move to the 
backstage entrance. She had been working all week to be able to say 
this to Michiru, and now this guy was trying to pick her up! "Get lost! 
I don't care where you think we've met. I'm not interested in dating 
you."

Ranma turned and made gagging noises. "That's disgusting! No way would 
I want to date another guy! Please! I know you're Michiru's boyfriend, 
I just need to know how this happened to you. You have to tell me, it's 
really important."

Rage seized her. She did not mind if strangers harassed her, but if 
they started going after Michiru, that was where she drew the line. 
Grabbing a couple of handfuls of his suit, Haruka pushed the 
unresisting stranger against the wall. "You stay away from Michiru, 
understand? If you ever try and hurt her, or even bother her, I'll kill 
you. Now get lost!"

Ranma stood stunned as the guy turned girl walked backstage. Gathering 
his wits, he charged after her. If she had fallen into the Nyanniichuan 
like he had, or even a version which did not make you young, he might 
have found a clue to a cure. He had barely taken three steps when he 
was stopped by a tall, mature woman, with a cold, serious expression, 
and dark green hair. 

"Go away little boy. Stop bothering them."

Ranma drew himself up to his full height and looked her in the eye. "I 
am Tendo Ranma, Master of the Anything Goes School Of Martial Arts. I 
am not just a 'little boy'. That man knows something extremely 
important to me. I must talk with him."

"Don't even try. Those two are far to important to be bothered by you. 
Just turn around and walk away. I don't care what you are a master of, 
you are dealing with powers far in excess of your comprehension. Don't 
push me."

Ranma stared at her for a while. This woman's eyes held a deep 
serenity, as though she had seen it all. And he could detect a power 
within her. An aura of restrained magic, of awesome might held in 
check. Now was not the time or the place to fight. Clenching his fists, 
Ranma turned to leave. As he departed the hall, he swore to himself. 'I 
will get the answers I need, and no witch will keep them from me.'

Inside the dressing room of Kaiou Michiru, the pronouncement of love 
that Haruka had been striving for was interrupted by the arrival of the 
same tall woman with the dark green hair, and the ancient eyes. 

As Setsuna explained the reality of the Sailor Senshi, Michiru nodded, 
and Haruka felt a cold fear growing in her stomach. The Outer Senshi 
were the defenders of the Moon Kingdom, protectors from external 
threats, and champions of love and justice.

When the explanation was over, Michiru told the other two how she had 
always believed that she was there for a greater reason, and had been 
feeling the call to service within herself with increasing strength. 
Haruka was a different matter. It had been a bad night, she had been 
running late, she was splashed by water just after the concert, 
accosted by a stranger, and now she was told that the one person she 
realised she actually loved was not real, and nor was she. 

According to Setsuna, it seemed that she and Michiru were both just the 
shells for their old personalities. She was really Sailor Uranus. She 
did not want to be Sailor Uranus, and more importantly, she did not 
want Michiru to be Sailor Neptune. It was not fair. Michiru was the one 
she loved. Michiru was the one who she would give her life for. She did 
not want to lose her, either to Sailor Neptune or to whoever would 
attack this long dead kingdom.

Before she knew what was happening, Haruka realised she was running 
down the street, tears falling from her eyes and being caught in the 
wind. It was not fair. They had both finally found the person that they 
needed, and now it was going to be taken away? Never! She would never 
give up her soul to become someone else, and she would never let 
Michiru be taken from her.

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