The characters contained within this story are owned by Takahashi Rumiko or Takeuchi Naoko. No 
infringement of copyright is intended. This work to be distributed for free, unchanged, crediting the current 
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. Recently Ranma made friends with Chibi-Usa under the guise of his currently assumed name of 
Tomoe Hotaru. While he tries to sort out his real life, he has been plagued by disturbing dreams of a distant 
past.


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Cleaning Up The Opposition
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When she awoke the next morning, the dreams were nothing more than fleeting memories of pain and 
confusion that quickly subsided. On the way to school, Hotaru thought on her dreaming problems and 
realised the solution. When you have a problem you can't deal with, fight! Her father taught her that too 
many years ago to remember, but it had served her well, and she was willing to stand by it as a philosophy 
that worked. 

Some people say that fighting never solves anything, but Ranma believed that they had never fought 
before. Fighting can defeat enemies, and conquer nations. It can turn enemies into allies, make 
acquaintances trusted friends, and make friends lovers. Fighting brought out all the best in a person, the 
struggle, the challenge, and the commitment to the elusive goal of being the best. Fighting was also the best 
way to clear the mind and free the thinking.

She ignored most of her classes, other than history, which was always fun because she could think to 
herself, 'I was doing this when that happened'. After another rotten lunch and a boring afternoon, Hotaru 
dashed out of school and found a convenient hiding place. When she was sure no-one was around, she 
changed clothes, then doused herself with water from her thermos. 

Walking down the streets of Tokyo, the Master of Anything Goes Martial Arts wondered how good the 
Martial Artists were around here. It took little more than twenty seconds in a phone book, and a ten minute 
jog, and he was at a Kempo club. Once Kempo had been the basis for Anything Goes. Since he was the 
Master, and probably the soul practitioner, he suspected that Amazonian techniques were more likely the 
real basis now, but why not start with Kempo?

Entering the dojo he kicked off his shoes and bowed to the Sensei. Oh, goody, class was just starting. 
Asking permission to join in, the young teacher, probably in his late thirties, waved him onto the mat, and 
everyone bowed in.

The class was what you would expect for a public offering. The did a few light warm ups, some kicks and 
punches, and a little semi-contact sparring. After just a couple of hours of light warm-ups, Ranma was 
ready and eager to start training. Then the Sensei called them back. It was the end of training!

Immediately after the class, Ranma stalked up to the Sensei. "What was that, a beginners class? We didn't 
even do any sparring! And it was so short!"

The Sensei puffed out his chest. "Listen pal, two hours is plenty long enough for training. And what gives 
you the right to complain about my classes? I'm a third dan black belt in Kempo, with a second dan in 
Akido."

Ranma crossed his arms and puffed his chest out too. "I am Tendo Ranma, Master of the Tendo School of 
Anything Goes Martial Arts."

The Sensei lost his composure and started laughing. "Anything Goes? That's the most ridiculous name I've 
ever heard. Not only that, but you're trying to impress me by being the master in your own style. Feh! I'd 
like to see how you fair against a real Martial Artist some time."

Ranma went from scowl to smile in the course of the speech. Such an insult to the school could not be 
taken lightly. In any other circumstance, he would have challenged the man to a fight, but there was no 
need, the fool had just offered to take him on.

"Your challenge is accepted. Shall we fight now?"

The Sensei smirked and rotated his torso a few times to loosen it up, then did some spring kicks. "Sure. 
What rules do you want?"

"No magic, no Ki attacks, no killing, and no permanent maiming... that should just about do it."

Snort. "Yeah, right. No magic. Ha, ha. What about padding?"

Ranma looked down at the tatami mats on the floor. "No, leave it there. No sense in ripping it up just so we 
can fight on wood, unless you'd prefer to go outside?"

"Oh, ha, ha, a real comedian." With that they bowed and the fight began. Ranma decided to start slowly and 
work his way up. It would be the easiest way to gauge his opponents strength. He just hoped the guy was 
good enough to make it worth the effort. Other than Ryoga, it had been a while since a challenge had come 
his way. 

Seeing his opponent was using a defensive stance, Ranma obliged and started the attack. A couple of 
punches and a kick, then roll away. Not bad, he managed to block them, a bit sloppy trying for that leg 
brace, but he has potential.

Back in again, Ranma did a series of leg sweeps and feinted throws, seeking to drop the man on his 
backside. At the speed Ranma was moving, the Sensei evaded them, and returned to counter attack.

Watching the punch coming in, Ranma was reminded of the times he fought with Akane; trained that 
should be, since they really did fight when they were younger. Before they realised they loved each other. 
She was always a strong girl, but compared to him (or her as the he usually was) she was dreadfully slow. 
That was not saying a great deal, since it was not until he met Liniment that she met someone who really 
was faster than her.


For a while, Ranma reflected on that first time when he had fought Deodorant. He had believed at the time 
that being defeated by an old woman was a disgrace. It was only living the Amazon village for a time that 
made him realise how wrong he was. The Matriarch of the Amazons - which is the position Deodorant held 
- was not just there for her wisdom, she was also the recognised Mistress for fighting in the whole village; 
they were Amazons after all, and had a reputation to maintain.

Whoops, daydreaming too long there. Punch almost got me, better block it. And he's going for a trip too, 
ambitious fellow. Taking the arm which was still in front of his face, Ranma grabbed it both sides of the 
elbow. In less time than it took to blink, Ranma lifted the fighter by his arm, and lobbed him across the 
room. Just to teach him a lesson in finishing a strike quickly, Ranma allowed a little pressure on the elbow 
joint while he lifted for the throw. Not enough to break it or even permanently damage it, but it should hurt 
like hell for a few days. 

The Sensei hit the wall fairly lightly and more or less flowed to the ground. After a few seconds he was 
staggering to his feet, reeling in confusion, and holding his elbow in obvious pain. Ranma stared in shock. 
But I only threw him four meters! Surely he can't be injured that badly. Hell, I was doing that to Akane 
until she was fifty and she would thump me with her mallet if I did it that lightly!

Keeping a defensive posture, Ranma watched as the man staggered back to the centre of the dojo. When the 
Sensei bowed to him, he realised it was over. Damn, I still haven't gotten past the warm up yet!

"My apologies to you and your school, Ranma-sensei. I have never seen someone so fast, or so strong 
before. I beg forgiveness for my rudeness."

Still in shock, Ranma bowed, mumbled something polite and left. What was wrong here? Most of the kids 
he used to teach the Intermediate course to back in the Amazon village would have beaten him. I've got to 
find a decent dojo!

Around that same time, the Sailor Senshi were gathered in an ice-cream parlour in their normal garb. Even 
as they ordered, Rei scratched her head and wondered why. Why was it always ice-cream they were 
getting? Was Usagi actually possessed by a demon with an ice-cream fetish? Was there some higher order 
in the universe which dictated the need to consume large quantities of ice-cream? 

Rei watched a young girl in a booth. She was wearing bright red clothing and had a large hammer strapped 
to her back. To judge by the way she was hoeing into her ice-cream, you could almost believe that the was 
some declaration from heaven proclaiming the divinity of ice-cream. When Rei turned back to her friends, 
and saw Usagi salivating while she stared at the desserts arrayed before her, she dismissed that idea. 
Nothing could make Usagi look royal or holy.

"Come on, Meatball Head. The rest of us want to order before the shop shuts."

"Ohhh, but there's so many to choose from. I could get the Chocolate Ripple, or the Super Fudge, or the 
Strawberry Surprise, or the..."

She trailed off after a moment, frantically searching through her purse for enough money to be able to eat it 
all. The other girls sighed, then pushed past her and ordered their own. When Usagi saw her friends sitting 
down, halfway through their food, she finally took the plunge and ordered everything she could afford. She 
might be missing out on some really yummy stuff, but she knew they wouldn't wait forever.

Eventually everyone was seated around the table eating their desserts when Minako nudges Makoto. "Any 
more luck finding that hunk from the theatre yet?"

Makoto blushed and looked sheepish. "No, not yet."

"So is he really an old boyfriend of yours?"

"No, but I'm hoping to be able to say he's my current boyfriend some day soon."

Everyone sniggered, letting Ami speak up. "I only got a brief look at him. Is he really worth all the work 
that you're putting into it?"

"How can you say such a thing? Of course it's worth it. As I looked across at him, our eyes met, and I just 
knew he was the one for me. Somehow I just knew I was destined to meet him. We'll be the perfect couple, 
so beautiful and elegant! He's even cuter than Mamoru. Isn't he, Usagi?"

"I suppose it depends if you prefer the muscle bound, body like a Greek god look, or the refined face of a 
man who looks like a king."

"Feh! Knowing you, you'd want both of them, just so you won't miss out on anything next time one of them 
gets brainwashed or kidnapped or something."

Usagi blushed and hid behind her ice-cream for a moment. Realising the only way that she could stop them 
teasing her was to get someone new to tease, she popped up again and levelled her spoon at Rei (practising 
with the Moon Sceptre helped her immensely, even as a blob of ice-cream flew off the end she maintained 
her poise). "Come on, Rei-chan. What about this new boyfriend of yours?"

"Hey! He's not my boyfriend. He's just a new apprentice at the shrine."

"That's not what your grandfather tells us. From what he says your boyfriend is really cute. He says you 
two make a great couple."

Minako tossed in her two cents also: "Yeah, he even told me that the two of you should get married so you 
can take over the shrine."

"WHAT? How can he say that? That old pervert! No, we are not getting married."

Sensing victory, they closed in for the kill. "Ah, but she not denying that he's cute."

"Well, yeah, he is cute. And he's always so polite. And he's pretty good at working around the shrine. 
And..."

Everyone went 'Oooh!' as she began to recount the details. When Rei glared at them, they burst out 
laughing.

"How far have you gotten?"
"Have you kissed him yet?"
"Have you met his family?"
"When are we going to meet him?"
"Is it true your grandfather asked him to sleep over?"
"When are you getting engaged?"
"Does he have a nice butt?"

"QUIET!!"

"Better, much better. It's not like that. Ranma's a nice boy. He's... Well, he's not exactly quiet or shy or 
anything, but... But he's so... Well, he's quiet and shy and everything. 
"That didn't make any sense, did it?"

Everyone shook their heads in perfect unison. "Um, let me see. Ranma's... complex. He's outgoing and 
lively and always energetic. _Always_ energetic, arg, I don't know how he can be so bright in the 
mornings. But... At the same time, he's always a bit quiet and distant. I suppose it's because  he's such a 
perfect gentleman. He's always polite to me, and never tries anything, even when we're alone."

"Well, you seem to be doing all right with him. You're on a first name basis already, aren’t you?"

"Hmm, sort of. Even on the first day I was calling him 'Ranma', it's just so easy. But he's always so polite to 
me. I don't think he's ever called me anything else aside from 'Rei-san'."

Seeing her friend starting to get a little misty eyed about a boy she obviously had one-way feelings for, 
Ami interjected. "Enough about Rei-chan, how are you going to track down this mystery man of yours, 
Mako-chan?"

Rei smiled her thanks for the help. Her friends meant well, but to be honest, they tended to gossip like a 
bunch of school girls... There was a good reason for that though.

In yet another part of Tokyo, someone was making a name for herself. The tall, good looking dojo 
destroyer was systematically visiting every dojo, beating the stuffing out of everyone foolish enough to 
challenge her. Leaving a trail weeks long, a string of dojo from the west coast the heart of Tokyo bore the 
signs of her passing, broken signs, and unconscious champions. The only reasoning anyone had was her 
horrific war-cry. Hundreds of people now recognised it as a sound to be feared, and lived in anticipation of 
the next time they may hear the words:

"Shampoo challenge!"

Shampoo looked around the suburb as she contemplated her next move. She had been sent to Japan to find 
a husband, and she would not fail. Fighting strength was everything in the village that she came from. 
Fighting strength was what made the Amazons great, and fighting strength was what enabled them to live 
to this day.

Coming from a long and proud line of warriors, she knew deep within her soul the power of having a strong 
husband, and the curse you inflicted on your children by having a weak man. Shampoo's father had been 
the strongest male in the village in his day. Some people even spread rumours that her mother had lost the 
fight because she loved him, but her parents had squashed those rumours; literally.

He mother was the strongest maiden in the village, as was her mother before her. Shampoo was the 
strongest of this generation, and her great grandmother was still the Matriarch of the village. It was a job 
that Shampoo wanted some day, and for that she needed a strong husband, to make her a real woman. As 
with all of the other hard and important work in the village, it was a woman's job to provide for the strength 
of the village's future. For that she needed a strong husband.

All the men in the village fell before her might. When she had won the Martial Tournament a few months 
ago, she had systematically defeated every single man in the village. Not only was it their duty to fight 
when challenged, but Shampoo's beauty and expected political future guaranteed all the suitors gave their 
all.

All tried, and all failed.

There was only one thing to do when you can beat the best that are on offer: find some more offers. 
Everyone knew that they only men worth the effort in the area were the Musk. Neither the Joketsuzoku or 
the Musk had any fancy for the idea of intermarriage, so a quest was mandated. In the past great warriors 
had journeyed far and wide in search of suitable material to strengthen their bloodlines. She would do no 
less.

Picking up on rumours, Shampoo had finally come to Japan. A land fabled for it's great warriors, Ninja and 
Samurai, a land where people were dedicated to the art of fighting. Here she would find the warrior who 

would defeat her, and she would sweep him off his feet and back to China.

Japan seemed like another failure. She had been searching high and low. From one school to another she 
sought the strongest on offer, and then defeated them. Was she too good? Was she really the pinnacle of 
Amazon breeding, too strong for ordinary men to defeat?

Shampoo sniffed in misery. Some of the men had given her a run for her money, they had challenged her, 
and pushed her to her limits, but in the end they failed too. Amazon strength, combined with speed and her 
knowledge of their secret techniques triumphed every time. Perhaps... just perhaps she would need to give a 
little in one fight. She would ask Great-grandmother. She would know. She knew everything.

Before her the door of the next dojo opened. Looking at the class that was assembled, she saw that news of 
her progress was spreading. By the number of black belts, and the healthy figures on the men, these were 
the best they had to offer. They would not be enough.

"Shampoo challenge!"

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