Hi everyone! I'm ShadowCat and I'm posting this for my friend Nyghthawk. It didn't have nearly enough yaoi in it, (SCat hits Nhawk) so lets encourage her okay? I hope you enjoy and direct all feedback to my address, csmith2@home.com, and I'll make sure she gets it. Thanks!disclaimer here- Wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh !!! None of these characters belong to me!!!!!!!!!!
Author's notes- This is not my first fanfiction written, it is however the first fanfiction I have posted. I hope you like it and don't flame me in within an inch of my life. Shadowcat has been very kind in posting this for me and she also did a great job of editing this for me. I admit right now I can't spell to save my life or the lives of others. So I ask your forgiveness before hand. I hope you enjoy my story and look forward to C & C. Just don't burn me too bad.
Crimson Tears
by Nyghthawk
He sweeps through them like Death on Doom's Day. In his wake is a tidal wave of blood with dismembered body parts as sand to this ocean. Such viciousness seems so alien. Well, alien if you knew him before his mortal life. The scariest thing is, there was no anger in his actions. He does all this with a clear head and cold calculation. Like someone deciding the moves in a game of chess. He is terrifying because he is the perfect cold blooded killer.
He flicks the blood from his swords in an unconscious gesture and in a well practiced set of moves returns his swords to weapon space.
His once pure white clothes a solid red. The rest of him is just as saturated. He looks like he was showering in blood. Worse his big beautiful white wings are just as red. Blood is literally dripping from his feathers.
None of the blood is his. Not that I can tell from where I'm watching him. I just know. I know him. He doesn't even have a scratch. Pretty impressive since he just shredded a whole demon army single handily. They weren't major demons but any demon is much more dangerous than a bug or any wild animal. Also I was not exaggerating when I said he took out an army. I'm talking two thousand demon give or take twenty or thirty.
His weapons stowed he quickly scans the graveyard that had meant to be a battle field. A quick scan confirms all demons dead. His face is cold as he looks over the carnage he wrought. His huge wings open and without a glance back he flies off. Little drops of blood raining off his wings as he flies into the distance.
I can tell you honestly that seeing him like this scares the hell out of me. What scares me more is he's been chosen to go through the Trials of Godhood. I have absolutely no idea what's on Kami-sama's mind but sometimes I wonder about his sanity. I pray this does not end up as another Ragnorak.
He is dangerous now but as a God there is no limit to the amount of havoc and carnage he could cause. I used to know him like a part of myself, but I don't know him as he is now.
Very few Angels who have Fallen ever Ascend, but Ranma did it. He did it in a single mortal lifetime. Before his Fall he was simply an Angel, now he is an Archangel. A rank that is rarely bestowed and is always earned with blood, sweat, and personal sacrifice.
I watch him because I fear him and fear for him. I am the reason he Fell in the first place. He took the punishment that should have been mine. He shielded me and paid a heavy price for his sacrifice. They do not call it Falling for nothing.
Not only was he thrown to the mortal plain, a curse was also placed upon him. For every moment of his life he was going to have to fight. Fight for his living, fight for his life, and fight for his very sanity. Also he was to be a magnet of evil and negative imbalances. Those representations of chaos would be drawn to him. He would have no peace that wasn't earned at great price.
I followed him to the mortal plane. Yet I could not help him and in fact ended up adding to his burden. Knowledge and the power of my divine self were locked away as I went through a mortal life. Not my first mortal life, but I regret not being able to remember him and why I came.
My mortal self was an angry Chinese boy named Pantyhose Tarou. My mortal life was hard but not so bad despite the hideous name and Juysenkio curse. The curse actually worked for me and the name gave my life a goal. One which I never reached. I had it easy compared to Ranma.
I am Tarou, God of the Kitsune, second class, limited. I am also known as the Fox God and the God of Cunning. Like the beings I represent, cunning and playfulness are parts of my nature. Sometimes I'm too smart for my own good or the good of others.
Before getting involved with me Ranma had been a simple Angel. No special rank or duties. Just one of a million other angels that ran errands for various gods and goddesses. He was well liked and always wore a smile no matter what he was doing. He was a lot like Kasumi and the Goddess of the Present Belldandy. Kindness seemed to radiate from him in an almost tangible aura.
He was perfectly happy until the day I stepped into his life. All because of a stupid bet my cousin Coyote made. To make a long story short I took him out, got him drunk, and screwed the life out of him. I was quite drunk myself so there were several things I didn't realize at the time.
The next morning I did what I usually did. Complemented him, told him I had a wonderful time, and left without looking back. Sometimes I think it would have been better if it had stayed that way.
To my obliviousness Ranma's smile disappeared. He wasn't depressed but he wasn't his usual caring self either. This was noticed pretty early on. As I said he was well liked by many of the gods he did errands for. They back tracked what had happened to the source. Namely me and the stupid bet. For me to be involved was bad enough but that it was part of a bet really enraged them. They decided I needed to be punished.
So they formed a Divine Lynch Mob. Before they got to the punishment part they made sure I knew exactly what I was being punished for. As it turns out Ranma was a bit unusual for an Angel. Before me he'd been a virgin which was extremely unusual. Heaven is into free love and angels especially (I think it has something to do with the wings). Well for whatever reason Ranma had been a virgin and a complete innocent to the usual way of things. So basically I had deflowered him, left him, and had managed to tear his heart into pieces without a thought.
No matter what anyone says I am not a heartbreaker. I have never intentionally broke someone's heart. I might have done it a few times unintentionally, but I'm usually in it for a shared good time. So I was feeling extremely guilty for what I'd done. I also felt a certain amount of justice while they worked hard making me into a bloody lump. I warn you now those debugging mallets really HURT!
They would have continued to pound me if he hadn't shown up. At this point unconsciousness was looking really good and I was only vaguely aware of what happened. He stopped them and took me back to his home. Then he patched me up and looked after me for the week I spent healing. He was at my side the whole time. The littlest twitch sent him into motion to nurse me.
After what I had done to him he was nursing me. He felt no anger towards me. He wasn't even angry about losing his virginity over a bet. It shamed me that he could be so kind to me. Kami-sama! He was so naive and innocent back them. It haunts me how he is now. I have nightmares about what I've done to him.
In that week be it Fate or Karma I fell in love with him. He gained what he had so freely given me in a single night. I did have my pride and my guilt. So this time around I did things right. I courted him properly and made my feelings crystal clear. Even though it made me look like a fool on more than one occasion.
He was a little wary at first, but when he realized I was serious he placed his soul in my hands. It was a gift I was unworthy of even though I treasured it highly. I tried to give him my soul in return, but it was something I wasn't capable of giving. It is not in me to be so open with another, even someone I love.
It was my playful nature that led to Ranma's Fall. It had often led me into trouble but never anything too serious. It didn't help that my cousin Coyote was always egging me on. He still does for that matter.
Anyway it was a stupid little prank that turned into something deadly serious. It was a horrible twisted domino effect. One that I never even conceived of happening even though I was the one that set it into motion. It all led up to the death of a major demon.
The death of a demon sounds like a good thing right ?
Wrong.
Extremely wrong.
There is a little thing known as the Doublet System. It happens to link gods and goddesses to major demons. If one dies they take their doublet with them. This particular demon just happened to be the counter part of the Goddess Athena.
Heaven literally shook with Kami's grief. She would return but it did not make her death any easier for Him to bare. She was one of Kami's favorite daughters. He loves us all, but some have a closer place to his heart than others.
Kami was not the only one upset about her death. A lot, and I do mean a lot, of other gods were also upset and out for blood.
Ranma bless him and curse him took the blame. Before they completely tracked it back to me he threw himself to the wolves to shield me. They were too caught up in grief to think through things logically. Once given a target for their rage, a tidal wave of divine fury was released. What they did to him would make a demon turn green. The Greek gods are very scary when angry.
They got Grecian on his ass and when they were done there wasn't much left of him. They sent him to the Fall the painful way. They don't call it Fallen for nothing. Think Fallen, as in not physically able to rise, having been dropped down a cliff of razors. Also picture having a pair of wings literally ripped from your back.
Ranma's mortal life was a story of endorsed child abuse. With such explanations of martial arts training and discipline any amount of physical, mental, and emotional abuse was okay. Later on were the joys of multiple enemies and fiancees both of whom spent a good deal of their time beating the crap out of him or at least trying to. Also a fair number were literally out to kill him.
Ranma lived to the ripe old age of thirty. Quite an accomplishment when you consider his daily life and death struggles. He faced more evils and dangers in his thirty years than most people face in a million lifetimes who live three times the years he did.
When he died he left no mortal wife behind or children. He was too busy fighting to have time for a family. His death was not pretty nor an easy one but he fought to the very end. In the end he managed to shield those he cared for at the price of his own life. That was one thing that hadn't changed about him.
What he doesn't know, or at least to my knowledge he doesn't know is he does have children. After he died his sperm was taken from his body. There were more than a few women who wanted a piece of him. Any piece of him. My last count had the number of his children at twenty-three.
Biologically they are his children but he didn't really have anything to do with their conception. They were created out of the wants of others and not shared loved. The children are loved and I hope they have a happier life than their father did. I also hope to one day tell Ranma about them.
I didn't arrive back in Heaven until years after his return. All I know was when I got back he was like he is now. An Archangel and a cold blooded killer. It is extremely rare for that rank to bestowed. Not that I'm surprised he could earn it. He could earn it easily, but why would he want to ? It's a question that haunts me. A lot of things about Ranma haunt me.
What surprised me the most when I returned was his personality. Before he was so warm and loving, now he's so cold and emotionless. Yet despite this I still love him. Kami help me do I love him. My heart aches for him but he doesn't even look my way. He has locked himself in an emotion fortress of ice. Even I cannot penetrate it.
The gods can be an unforgiving lot and they have long memories. They still have not forgotten Athena nor have they forgiven Ranma for her death. So Ranma continues to pay for my mistakes. Yet despite all he's suffered not a peep has been issued from Ranma about me. That it was my fault not his.
I have tried talking to Kami-sama but he doesn't seem to be listening to me. He just sit there and stares at me. He shakes his head and I eventually leave in defeat. I try spreading the truth but everyone has already made up their minds. They won't hear me.
The one person who does believe me is Coyote, but he can't help me. His creditability is worse than mine. He understood what happened, similar things had happened to him often enough. Pranks going wrong but not nearly as bad as this. Yet he had gotten into some serious trouble here and there. He still does get in trouble, he can't help how he is.
The most he could do for me was tell me about what happened to Ranma when he returned. Most of what he knew was from the gossip vine. Pretty much Enma had orders to send Ranma to Kami as soon as he arrived. So Ranma went directly to Kami's office. He disappeared for almost two decades and when he reappeared he was an Archangel and a cold blooded killer.
I keep repeating the cold blooded killer part because I don't want to believe it. Part of me screams that it isn't true even as I watch him slaughter those before him. Still these parts inside me fight tooth and nail against accepting that Ranma is a cold blooded killer. I repeat it over and over again in my mind and even have full color bloody pictures, but it doesn't help.
I accept responsibility for what I have done. For what I have made Ranma become. Somehow I will make things right. With Ranma if no one else. Even if I have to kill us both to do. Someday I will see his smile again and be warmed by it. Either that or I will set him free.
It's funny he was able to steal what I wasn't able to give him. My soul is now in his hands. I just hope he does a better job than I did. I hope to fix my mistakes, but from now on if he Falls I'm going with him.
Hi everyone! I finally got off my butt and edited this. Here is the 1st installment of the 2nd chapter. Please direct all C&C to csmith2@home.com Remember to encourage Nyghthawk to write more!
~ShadowCat
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Crimson Tears 2: Ranma's Story part A
by Nyghthawk
I stand in the Father's office. In my Father's office. I look at his face closely but his emotions are hidden. His face is a mask and even his eyes are not telling anything. A lot of people forget how much you can see when looking into someone's eyes.
I have come before him today accused of a hideous crime. One that I did not commit but am willing to take the blame for.
All because of love. For the love of him. He who has had my heart from almost the first moment I saw him.
He is beautiful, but that is not the reason I love him. It is something else that I can't describe. A warmth in my heart, a tugging in my soul. All I knew was I wanted to cradle him in my arms forever. I still feel this way and I hope I always do.
I watched him for so long. He was a delight to the eyes. Picture a seven foot tall kitsune with long flowing silver hair. He has black points on his ears and tail. His eyes were gold with specs of green thrown in.
His every move was graceful. His feet never made a sound as he walked. He could and did seduce with ease. Numerous times I watched him pick him or her up. The relationships never lasted long, maybe a day, maybe a month, or maybe even a few years but nothing was ever permanent.
All his lovers left with a smile and many with a few sighs. Most believed him too wild and free to ever truly settle down with someone. The few who tried to hold him only pushed him away. It was part of his nature that he hated being trapped.
Tarou was not ranked as a war god but everyone respected his fighting abilities. His playful nature hid a cunning predatory mind. I find it interesting that no one noticed his pranks were like hunts. He picks out his prey, then waits until just the right moment to strike swift and sure. Then he runs off to a safe place to savor his victory. Just like a fox in a hen house he usually doesn't get caught until after the fact. That is if he gets caught at all.
I was surprised and overjoyed when I became his prey. I knew nothing of physical relationships, but that didn't matter. Without even trying he showed me what I needed to do. He was pretty drunk and so was I, not that it slowed him down or hampered him in any way. I learned first hand why all his lovers leave with a smile and wistful looks. He is very skilled and generous with his passion. He is also damn near insatiable.
I woke the next morning so deliciously sore. The soreness was heaven and even better I found him cuddled up in my wings like a baby chick. He looked so beautiful I actually cried. Warm salty tears of happiness silently spilled down my cheeks.
I didn't know how or why his attention was brought to me and I didn't care. All I cared about was for some small amount of time he'd been mine and I'd been his whether he realized it or not. Sadly I knew it wouldn't last even though my heart had other opinions.
I watched him awake and smile at me. I also watched him get up and leave me. I even somehow managed to smile back. I knew this was coming, but it hurt. Oh how it hurt, my heart felt like it'd been ripped out and tears of a different kind burned trails down my face.
I tried to continue on like normal, but I could no longer find it within myself to smile. I found it impossible to move a few muscles in my face. As hard as I tried, my face refused to respond and soon I gave up trying.
My change in demeanor was not unnoticed. Everyone was asking me what was wrong. My reply was always the same. "Nothing." It wasn't a complete lie since there was nothing I could do about it.
So I continued on and the number of people noticing the change in me grew more and more. I was forced to field the same question over and over again, until almost any question asked would get the same response.
At night I was tormented by dreams. Dreams of what had been. Dreams of what could have been. Dreams that had only two things in common. One was they were always about him. Two I was always awakening from them after seeing him leave me again and again.
I was so embarrassed when I learned he was being punished for what he did to me. He was being punished for giving me paradise. It was brief but it had been what I always wanted. I also learned about the bet with Coyote. I really should thank him.
I got to Tarou as soon as I could, but by the time I got there he was already a bloody lump on the ground. Nothing was broken but there were many cracked bones, bruises, and cuts. He looked like someone had tied him to the bottom of a Hummer and took an off road tour of Hell.
I took him to my home. A modest apartment that was fairly spartan. There I started patching him up one injury at a time. With every injury I treated, the guilt inside me was growing a little bit stronger because directly or indirectly I was responsible for this. I was the cause of his suffering. He did not deserve this. My suffering had been of my own making. It was not his fault.
Since it was my fault he'd been injured it was also my duty to see him healthy again. Also I admit, I would do anything to spend time with him. My guilt wouldn't stop eating at me until he was well once more. So I waited on him hand and foot and did my best to spare him from even the slightest discomforts.
When he was finally well I felt better but my guilt was still strong inside me.
I was so completely shocked and surprised when he declared his love for me. All I wanted to do was scream "YES!!!" and jump into his arms. The only thing that stopped me from doing this was my belief that it was some sort of misguided guilt on his part. That he felt he owed this to me.
So against the yearnings of my heart and soul I did not jump into his arms. It hurt worse than watching him leave. Yet despite my forced neutral stance, there was no way I was going to actually rebuff him, he continued to pursue me.
After some of the crazy and humiliating stunts he pulled there was no doubt in my mind that he truly did love me.
With this surety I did what I'd been aching to do. I jumped into his arms and delivered my heart and soul to him with no reservation.
It really amazed me that some people actually thought he wasn't good enough for me. Truth was I wasn't good enough for him. Not by a long shot.
Loving Tarou and having his love in return was pure nirvana. My smile returned with a vengeance. My happiness radiated from me at a visible level. According to Tarou even in sleep my smile never left me.
It didn't bother me that Tarou couldn't open himself up to me like I had to him. All that mattered to me was he wanted to and he loved me. To put it quite simply love was all I needed.
My paradise came crashing down when Tarou's prank went horribly wrong. Athena was well loved by all. The person responsible for her death, even indirectly, would suffer horribly.
My love for Tarou crossed all bounds of self-preservation. I was and I am willing to endure any pain, torture, or sacrifice in order to keep him safe.
I look up into my Father's eyes. I look into them and know that at least He knows the truth. He knows the truth and will not stop me. It is my free will and right to choose my own path in life.
"IF YOU CHOOSE TO FOLLOW THIS PATH. I WARN YOU NOW THAT YOUR TRIALS AND HARDSHIPS WILL BE MANY."
"I know but for love I can and will endure anything. Anything to keep him safe." I said.
"SO BE IT. YOU WILL FALL. YOU WILL LIVE A MORTAL LIFE AND DURING THIS MORTAL LIFE YOU WILL BE FORCED TO FIGHT FOR ALL YOU HAVE. PEACE WILL BE A STRANGER TO YOU AND DESTINY AND CHAOS WILL RIDE YOU HARD."
"I understand." I said even though inside I flinched at His judgment. I knew it would be harsh, but I had not been ready for anything like this.
"I KNOW MY JUDGMENT IS HARSH MY CHILD. FORGET NOT THAT YOU CHOSE THIS PATH. ALSO NEVER FORGET MY LOVE AND THAT MY LOVE GOES WITH YOU NO MATTER WHAT PATH YOU CHOOSE."
"Yes Father and know my love will always be with you as well." I said. Then I turned and left His office. I went outside to face my punishment. The guilt inside me felt I was getting my just reward. That now, finally, I was going to pay for the pain I had caused Tarou. I was finally going to balance out his pain with my own.
I faced the wrath of the gods head on and willingly. I will not describe the tortures for there were no words to describe such pain. I was a living breathing entity of pain.
The absolute worse part was when they tore off my wings. An Angel's wings are not just appendages like arms and legs. An Angel's wings are extensions of their souls. So quite literally when they pulled my wings out they were ripping out parts of my soul. It is a pain that transcends all other pains.
Yet despite it all, this was nothing to me as long as it protected him. If it kept him safe I would gladly sacrifice my soul.
Compared to the rest, the actual Fall wasn't so bad. It wasn't pleasant don't get me wrong, but compared to the wings it was a walk in the park.
Mortal life was so confusing. Especially for someone who had been born an Angel like myself. There were so many experiences good and bad that as an Angel I wasn't ready for. Like for example hunger, fear, hate, and pride to name a few. These aren't really alien to Angels in general, but as for myself I had no experience with them.
Despite whatever age I could claim as an Angel I had only been a child. I finally grew up and matured as Ranma Saotome. By the time my mortal life ended and I was once again in Father's office, I was almost a completely different person.
My life as Angel Ranma was like a childhood. It was still part of who I was, but not who I was now. Yet I was not Ranma Saotome either. At least not completely. I badly needed to redefine who I was.
Father understood what had happened to me and I could see a certain sadness in his eyes. The sadness of a parent who regrets the passing of childhood. I believe He mourned the child I had been, but he was also interested in the adult I was becoming.
Father understood my need to redefine myself and offered me a way to do it. He sent me off to Angel bootcamp. It's where Angels of a more warrior/soldier bent get trained in the arts of War. After all no matter what training you had before or what kind of fighter you were, it does take some time adjusting to fighting with a pair of wings.
Sadly at the bootcamp I was truly a freak. My wingless back screamed that something was wrong. I stood there as a thousand whispered rumors flew by and eventually everyone knew why I had no wings. That I was a Fallen one. That the gorges in my back were where my wings had been ripped out.
With the knowledge of what I was, all the other Angels avoided me like the plague and pretended that I didn't exist. The few exceptions were the instructors who treated me like everyone else. No better and no worse.
Since I had no friends or people who wanted to associate with me all my time was spent training. Let me tell you right now it is extremely hard to master maneuvers that require wings when you don't have said wings.
My only respite was at night. There I was haunted and comforted by dreams of Tarou. Both memories and fantasies danced through my head. Always to disappear in the morning when I once again got up and went to train.
All things considered, Angel bootcamp was no worse than the training I had received from Genma. Although it wasn't much better either. It must be noted that despite the bottomless hole of faults Genma Saotome had, he'd been if not a good teacher he'd been an effective one.
As Ranma Saotome I had gained a great deal of pride when it came to my physical abilities. Personally I'm just glad the foot in mouth disease hasn't stayed with me. You have no idea of the horror that comes with being tactless.
As Ranma Saotome I had limitless self-confidence in myself and my abilities. As Ranma the Angel I had very little self-confidence except when it came to my love for Tarou. Currently I was teetering between the two. My self worth was a giant question mark, even to myself. I badly needed to believe in myself and my own self worth.
It took me seven back breaking and emotionally trying years for me to determine my own self worth. Seven years of being socially isolated in which I learned to close myself off from others. Seven years to accept who I had been and who I was becoming.
With this acceptance and the knowledge that I'm unique and worth something to myself my wings returned. They simply burst out of my back as if they'd been waiting to be released and maybe they had. Finally those missing pieces of my soul returned to their rightful place.
I spent three more years in Angel bootcamp polishing my skills with my returned wings. So after ten years I finally graduated bootcamp. Now it was time to test my mettle.
I along with the other graduates were sent to War. An Angel vs. Demon War. Such wars are very common and pretty much endless. A certain balance is maintained so neither side really wins. It's about an infinite number of battles that begin and end, but the War itself never ends.
This was the first time I ever battled not to defeat my opponent, but to kill him. There is a huge difference between defeat and killing. I have no pity or mercy for demons. My only regret is the act of killing itself. To bring death in any form. I really hated the drug like power there is in killing. I worked extremely hard to become cold about killing. To kill with a cold efficiency instead of an emotional fury.
Five long years went by and I reaped death through countless demon armies. I watched as many of my Angel brethren were slain and still more took their place. I had gained something of an Angel of Death reputation and I hated it. Note that there are Angels who work under Death, but I'm not one of them. Although I have met a few as they show up on the battlefield from time to time.
After five years of war I was being reassigned elsewhere. I wasn't exactly happy about being reassigned, I just hoped I wasn't being sent off to another war. I was escorted by two Archangels that I didn't know the names of. They brought me before the most famous Archangel of them all.
Michael.
I suppose I could dither on and on about how magnificent he looked and the power that radiated from him. The truth is he looked no different than a thousand other Angels I've seen. It's no question that he was handsome, but most of us are. The one thing that did make him stand out was the enormous amount of power he radiated.
Whether it is common knowledge or not, Archangels can be anywhere near as powerful as a third class god to a first class god limited. Michael's power was around that of a first class limited. The biggest differences between gods and Archangels, besides their purposes, is that Archangels don't have mediums and they don't have ways to quickly restore their energy.
I had been brought before Michael because I had been chosen for a great honor. I had been chosen to become an Archangel. Personally I was looking around for the other Angel named Ranma. There was no way I was qualified to become an Archangel.
Michael had been expecting my reaction and laughed at me. Not in a nasty way but more like it was an inside joke.
He stopped laughing and got dead serious. In plain and simple terms there is one requirement, one test an Angel must fulfill before they are even considered for the position of Archangel.
They must Fall and they must Ascend.
A lot of little things became clear to me in that moment. The small flash of pleasure in Father's eyes before and after I Fell. The hope that had been in His eyes. All the trials I had to go through as a human. Not all of that had been punishment. A lot of that had been to prepare me. All those considering looks the Archangels had been giving me since my return. All of it had been leading up to this!
This was the kind of thing there are no words for. Nor should there be. There was no question of me taking up the honor.
Actually becoming an Archangel is hard to describe. There really are no physical changes. You just get infused with the power of all living things. Yet a large part of this power comes from prayers. From the belief of living things. Belief is like an invisible energy that feeds the world around us. Part of the reason Michael is so powerful is because of all the people who pray to him personally.
I was now an Archangel. I still needed to go through some training to get familiar with my new powers and duties. So I was going have to serve an apprenticeship with another Archangel until I was ready to work on my own.
I was apprenticed under an Archangel named Gloria. She ironically enough looked exactly like the body I had as Ranma-chan. The only exceptions was she wore her red hair loose and she wore a Xena type outfit that was made of gold. From experience I can tell you despite appearances the gold of her outfit was as strong as titanium.
Gloria's personality was an odd mix of the three Tendo sisters. She was kind like Kasumi, cunning like Nabiki, and she had a hellish temper like Akane. To those she cared for she was like Kasumi. When she was working she was as cunning and efficient as Nabiki. In battle she was a raging storm like Akane.
Yet unlike Kasumi she never turned a blind eye to the darker side of life. Unlike Nabiki material things meant nothing to her. Unlike Akane she never let her anger blind her to her purpose.
Gloria's only true fault was she was a ditz when it came to love. I'm not a great example, but she fell in love by the minute. She also has no problem sharing that love with all those she loves. AT THE SAME TIME!!! I
once, as a joke, asked her if she'd ever heard of marriage and she stared at me blankly.
Don't get me wrong, she's not a slut. Far from it, she's completely loyal to those she loves. It's just the numbers of those she loves grows daily.
Remember Helen of Troy or the woman named Circe ? Those just happenned to be two of Gloria's human incarnations. She had a few others as well, but most of them were as harem girls and I think one was a hippie.
Apprenticing under her was interesting to say the least. She was good at teaching me the ropes. She was also good at getting me involved in bar fights. The most memorial one involving Thor, Aries, Loki, Apollo, and a valkyrie named Hilda.
The fight was very messy and the bar was trashed in the end, but I must admit I had fun. Seeing as how I was the least drunk of all of them, it was my job to drag everyone to their respective homes. Including Gloria herself.
One of the nicest things about becoming an Archangel is my fellow Angels stopped shunning me. I don't think anyone who hasn't experienced it first hand can realize how painful it is being shunned. It really hurts when people turn their backs to you and pretend you don't exist. It hurts a lot.
The gods are another story. They haven't forgotten about Athena and they haven't forgiven. Well most of them at least. A few treat me alright and the rest have at least stopped blatantly shooting hate filled glares my way.
There is one completely surprising and shocking duty I learned of. It's one that all Archangels have to perform at one time or another. Every world has a test it must face. Most often the world as a whole doesn't realize it's being tested.
In the case of the world I'm most familiar with that test is Saffron. The Phoenix in human form. While it is true he can die, it is also true that after each death he's reborn as an infant. The amazing and frightening thing is Saffron is not a single person. Saffron is the demi-god guise of Archangels. Every Archangel takes a turn being Saffron during one of his lifetimes.
So every time Saffron dies another Archangel takes his turn at being Saffron. As Ranma Saotome I had faced Saffron and defeated him. I had passed the test of God. Of Kami! I defeated an Archangel in battle as a human!
It really scared me to realize this. It's frightening to realize how much more had been riding on that fight than I had realized. That fight had haunted my mortal life even though I had won. It haunts me more now that I realize what the true consequence of that fight had been.
On the other hand it was not like I had faced an Archangel directly. Like with mortal incarnations you start fresh from birth. Although after reaching a certain maturity, past memories of Saffron's come to you. There are also power limits on Saffron. Saffron's set level is third class unlimited which is riding very close to second class limited depending on how skilled the current Saffron is.
Eventually I was going to have to take a turn being Saffron. Take a turn being one of the few people that I as Ranma Saotome have ever truly hated. A being that even now I still feel anger towards.
Yet it was the last thing I learned that sent me to a bar on a drinking binge. I got drunk beyond anything Genma, Soun, Happosai, or even Urd has ever managed. The Archangel I had faced in the form of Saffron was none other than Michael HIMSELF!!!!!!!!!!!!
After a week of my serious drinking binge I pulled myself together. Michael was obviously not angry with me and in retrospect I had done a good thing. Ensured the continuing life of that world. I sobered up and got back to work.
The actual duties of Archangels are really quite varied. We police things, but we also fill in for other people as well. So I varied from killing demons, helping debug Yggdrasil, and escorting souls to their next destination.
As for the last one I mentioned, that was my first solo duty as an Archangel. This was after four years of apprenticeship with Gloria.
I was sent over to Enma's office to escort a soul to the Wheel. It's kind of like the Wheel of Reincarnation in terms of what it does. Physically it looks like a giant roulette wheel and functions like one. Souls are placed in giants balls then are sent spinning around the Wheel until they come to a stop in one of the slots. The slot determines the future destination of the soul and the options are quite varied. This particular Wheel's official name is the Minor Wheel of Fate/Destiny/Reincarnation/and Bad Breaks.
There was a surprise waiting for me when I got to Enma's office. The soul I was to escort was someone I knew. I'm not sure who was more surprised, Ryoga or myself. From appearances Ryoga was more surprised than me. If fact he proceeded to get quite upset.
"Oh Kami what have I done to deserve this ?! All my suffering !!! Why must you continue to torment me ? What have I done to offend you so ? Must he even lead me into Hell to torment me further ?!?!?!?" Ryoga said as he continued to rant.
As I listened to him rant, it became pretty obvious he wasn't happy to see me. A huge sweat drop appeared behind my head as he continued to rant. As I listened to him, I picked up the impression that he believed I was taking him to Hell or that he was in Hell ? I wasn't quite sure which. Although all things considered he wasn't completely wrong. It was possible that I was taking him to Hell since that was one of the options of the Wheel.
Since Ryoga's rants showed no signs of ending I was forced to take steps. From experience I know shock was the best way to get his attention and stop his rants. As shock goes the two most effective ways were turning him into P-chan and flashing some female flesh. Too bad that neither were currently an option. With those options gone I decided to be literal and hit him with a mildly powerful lightning spell.
To most people this would have been overkill and fatal, but Ryoga is not most people. For Ryoga it was more like an ordinary person getting hit by a taser. Besides if I'd hit him physically it would have just started a fight.
As it was I dragged Ryoga's dazed and slightly smoking body off to the Wheel. He finally snapped out of his daze a few seconds before the ball he was in was launched.
I couldn't help myself and I started laughing at him as he whizzed by. Every time I heard his distinct voice screaming my name along with more than a few curse words. The main operator was stone faced but his assistants were laughing with me.
This continued for a few minutes with Ryoga going round and round. Ryoga's curses filling air in burst of distant and close volume. Finally the ball slowed down enough to bounce towards the slots. It finally settled into one, but not before some wicked bounces that Ryoga didn't appreciate if the volume of his curses was any indicator.
Well the Wheel had decided and now it was my job to escort Ryoga Hibiki into his new life. So I got the great honor of welcoming Ryoga into the fold. Ryoga was now an Angel and his first angelic act was to try and kill me. He wasn't too successful since he hadn't regained his equilibrium yet.
As he groaned on the ground, his inner world still spinning, I looked over the newly made Angel. The first thing I looked at were his wings. They really were lovely. Big and full, but the truly unique thing about them was their color. Ryoga's wings were a mix of gray and green with the colors patterned like tiger stripes. The colors just happened to match the shade of his shishihokodan.
As for the rest of Ryoga he didn't look any different from the last time I'd seen him. The only thing he was missing were his bamboo umbrella and large traveling pack. He was wearing his usual traveling clothes and his tiger striped bandanna.
Well, Ryoga finally recovered from his little ride and resumed what he tried to do before. Namely he attacked me with the intent of great bodily harm. Unfortunately Ryoga never even had a chance. The last two decades for me had been almost straight training. I will say this, Ryoga was noticeably better than the last time I faced him. He was even fighting quite well despite the wings he had yet to notice he had. Unconsciously compensating for their addition.
When the fight was over, I once again found myself dragging Ryoga's unconscious body away. Actually he was thrown over my shoulder, since dragging doesn't work as well when the person you're dragging has wings. Anyway I took Ryoga to Father's office since all new Angels get greeted by Kami before getting assigned.
When Father was done with Ryoga I took him to Angel bootcamp. Not a surprise because Ryoga was a fighter. I would have been surprised if Ryoga hadn't been sent there. Most of the way there Ryoga was busy playing with his wings. He was enchanted with his new appendages like a little kid filled with wonder.
With Ryoga dealt with, I had some real free time for the first time since my return. The first thing I planned to do was go see Tarou. I missed him very much and I hoped he could accept the new me.
I was on my way to Tarou's place when I was intercepted by a valkyrie. Father wanted to see me right away. So I changed directions and headed for Father's office. The valkyrie was Hilda and she thanked me for bringing her home after the bar fight. We did the usual chit chat thing as she escorted me to Father's office.
I don't really feel like sharing the conversation I had with Father. I got a bit upset. The main point is Father asked me not to seek out Tarou. I'm supposed to wait for Tarou to approach me. I got the feeling Dad intended Tarou to learn a lesson. I wasn't crazy about this because as I've said before, I want to protect Tarou any way I can. Even so, I will not go against Father's request. Besides Father is not cruel.
I left Father's office somewhat depressed. I knew Tarou would come to me eventually, even if only to blow me off. I don't think he'll do it since I know he loves me, but I also fear he's afraid of me. Of what I've become. I'm not the innocent little Angel he fell in love with anymore. I'm a warrior and I've seen the horrors of Falling and being a soldier. I've changed a lot over the years.
A decade has passed since Father told me not to seek out Tarou. I'm positive Tarou is afraid of me. I know he's been watching me, but he has yet to try to approach me. It hurts that the person I love most in creation is afraid of me. I can understand it, but it hurts more than when I had just returned and everyone shunned me.
On a different note, I've been busy, but not too busy to miss all the juicy gossip revolving around Ryoga and Gloria. Their first meeting was quite the event since Ryoga mistook Gloria for my female self. I no longer have a female form but Ryoga didn't know that. So Ryoga attacked Gloria and she royally kicked his little Angel butt.
When Ryoga finally woke up from the beating he received, he got told exactly who he'd attacked. Ryoga's a nice guy when he's not in a rage so he went to apologize to Gloria. The poor guy was a complete stuttering, shy, and somewhat destructive wreck when he apologized to her. Gloria found him adorable and her ever growing heart added him to the list of legions.
The Lost Boy became putty in Gloria's hands. He follows her around like a puppy. They were extremely happy and so tooth achingly sweet that it makes you sick. That was when trouble finally hit. Gloria is very loyal to those she loves, but she loves a lot of people. This was something her new love Ryoga didn't take very well when he found out.
To put it simply, Ryoga is a jealous lover. A very psychotic and extremely jealous lover. He did not want to share Gloria with anyone. He didn't bother fighting with Gloria about it since he knew it wouldn't get him anywhere. No Ryoga took the other end of the fight. He was trying to stake a claim on Gloria with everyone else. This was more of an uphill battle than you'd think considering Ryoga's skills. But unfortunately for Ryoga, several of the war gods have places in Gloria's heart.
Although Ryoga doesn't have a problem with sharing Gloria with other females. From his interesting point of view they can give Gloria something he can't provide. It's all the other men that gets Ryoga frothing in rage.
I know this because by some weird twist of fate Ryoga has been coming to me as a confidant. He heard somewhere that I'm gay, so he figures Gloria is safe from me. I never told him I was bi because he'd probably explode and accuse me of making a play for Gloria. I find both men and women attractive but since I fell in love with Tarou, I've never had a reason to make love with a woman.
Recently Gloria has been trying to teach Ryoga the difference between love and sex. The sub plot to this is to loosen up the possessive Ryoga. So Gloria had been trying to get Ryoga to sleep with others including myself. I politely declined and Ryoga turned some interesting shades of green.
Getting back to my life Father called me into his office again. I wasn't sure what to expect but even if I'd known what to expect I'd have been shocked. Father is once again offering me a great honor. He's offering me the chance to become a god. The reason this makes me so giddy is because it would put me on equal standing with Tarou. So I accept.
Well things aren't easy. Before I can become a trainee I have to spend a year in the Divine College doing Divine basics. I'm a good student, but the teachers hate me. Literally. All of them had been personal friends of Athena. Not surprising since she'd been a Goddess of Knowledge.
There are three paths to god hood. The first one is to be born to it and you grow into the role. The second is to be made divine and it's more of on the job training. The third is more of going to school and getting a degree. I was stuck with the third one since I wasn't born a god and the second is somewhat rare. The difference is while you learn the basics there is no guarantee of what area you'll control or even if you'll truly become a god at all. It all comes down to a test Yggdrasil puts you through. After that it's a matter of working your way up the ranks.
In the classes I was either being singled out by the teachers for cross examination or the guinea pig for examples. I took it all in silence since I knew why they were treating me this way and knew it was justified to a degree. It unfortunately reminded me a lot of Furinkan, except for the actual learning part of the classes.
The example of the teachers unfortunately colored the view of the other students towards me. With the exception of an Angel named Ravalin or Raven for short. She had been a spit fire as a guardian angel. She looked Native American and had kind eyes with steel fists. She had served some time in the field with me and I had saved her life almost a dozen times. She respected and felt sorry for me. She was also angry at the treatment I was getting. Quite often I had to stop her before she gave a black eye or worse to someone for insulting me. She was one of the few who noticed the caring heart I have worked so hard to guard over the years.
The year of Divine basics was over and it was time for the big test. The test wasn't fill in the blanks or answer the question. It was a VR simulation that is chosen by Yggdrasil. No two tests are ever the same and the judge is, of course, Kami-sama.
When you consider the fact that the VR simulation is run by the world tree that defines reality, you realize the simulations are a lot more real than any video game. In all possibility your actions are effecting one of an infinite dimensions.
I was pale, exhausted, and badly shaken when I finished the test. I was confident that I had done my best. How Father judged me was something else, but for myself I knew I had done the best I could for the situations I was placed in. Most of it was balanced on the choices I would make and my reasons for those choices.
My weary body was carried home by Raven. She would be going through this test in a week. I planned to be the one helping her home when she was finished for her test. As it was she carried me inside my apartment which had gained a number of items over the last decade. It was still pretty bare but at least it now looked like someone lived here. It was all a matter of personal touches that told of its owner and my tastes.
The next morning I was awakened by Gloria and Ryoga who had been chosen to escort me to Father. It was time for me to find out how He had judged me actions and reasoning. Gloria was confident that I had succeeded or whatever it is you're supposed to prove. Even Ryoga was sure I had passed. After all "Ranma Saotome does not lose."
The doors opened before me and I walked in alone. I had no fear. What would happen would happen. So I stepped inside and saw Father in his Buddha form.
"WELCOME MY CHILD."
"Hello Father."
"YOU HAVE DONE WELL CHILD."
I nod. "I did what I thought was right to the best of my ability."
"THAT IS AS IT SHOULD BE. I HAVE COME TO A DECISION."
"Yes Father."
"PLEASE KNEEL. I HAVE JUDGED YOUR ACTIONS DONE WITH GREAT HEART AND CARING. THERE WAS ALSO A HARD EARNED WISDOM USED. SO ARISE MY CHILD RANMA. YOU ARE NOW RANMA GOD OF DEMON HUNTERS. YOU WILL SERVE AS AN EARTH TRAINEE FOR AN UNDETERMINED TIME THEN YOU WILL TAKE YOUR PLACE AS A CLASS 1, UNLIMITED."
I was frozen in shock. It was one thing to be made an Archangel or even a god but a class 1 unlimited was a position of extreme trust. Out of all the numerous gods very few were class 1, unlimited. It was the highest rank to achieve. That I was chosen for this straight off was unbelievable. Even Belldandy had to work her way up the ranks.
"Thank you Father. I will do my best to make sure your trust is not misplaced." I stammered out.
He nods. "IT IS DECIDED."
I'm engulfed in divine light and lifted into the air. I feel warm touches on my forehead and over my cheekbones. My wings sink into my back but can be called out at any time. The robes I was wearing disappear and my body is engulfed in cloth. It shifts here and there deciding on what form it shall take. Finally I'm clothed in a red silk sleeveless shirt that is Chinese in design, with ties on the right shoulder. On the front are a white anhk and below it a black anhk upside down. The pants are soft silver skin tight leather. I have simple ankle black boots. Heavy silver arm bracers on both arms with dragon etchings in them. My long black hair grows to mid thigh length and starts to braid itself in a thick rope and is held in a silver jeweled clasp.
"IT IS DONE. GO TO GOLDEN AXE TOMORROW ABOUT GETTING A PROPER WEAPON. I AM PROUD OF YOU, MY CHILD. AS ALWAYS MY LOVE GOES WITH YOU."
"Thank you Father and always my love is with you. When will I become an Earth Trainee?" I asked.
"IT WILL TAKE GOLDEN AXE A FEW DAYS TO CRAFT THE RIGHT WEAPON FOR YOU. ONCE IT IS FINISHED I WILL SEND WORD OF WHERE YOU ARE TO BE SENT."
"Thank you Father."
When I left His office I found Gloria, Ryoga, and Raven waiting for me. They were all happy for me. Of course they spent the first few minutes looking me over.
"So what are you ?" asked an excited Raven.
"Before you stands Ranma, God of Demon Hunters." I said with a bow.
"What Class ?" asked Gloria.
"Well I have to be an Earth Trainee for awhile, but after that I'm a Class 1, Unlimited." I responded.
Silence.
Complete and utter silence. Mental crickets chirp in the background.
"You're not kidding are you?" says a shocked Raven.
I shake my head in the negative.
"You should be proud. He loves and trusts you very much." said Gloria seriously.
I nod and Ryoga remains silent.
"Well this deserves a celebration. I have a party planned over at the Harp & Feather. This is something to celebrate. So lets go party!" said Gloria brightly.
The was a blast and consisted of all Angels. Even Michael and several other Archangels showed up. A lot of the other Angels knew me from the battlefield. I got pretty drunk and almost ended up in a threesome with Ryoga and Gloria. Those two were even more drunk than I was and the threesome idea came from Ryoga of all people. Gloria might want to get him drunk more often since it really seems to loosen him up.
I woke with a hangover but I didn't mind the party had been worth it. It was nice to be among friends. Over the last few decades it was hard to feel like I had any friends at all. I took a shower and when I got out I got my first look at my god marks. I had a small diamond on each cheekbone and on my forehead was an oval and two triangles on each side. I finished drying off, got dressed, and ate a light breakfast. Then I headed out to see Golden Axe.
Golden Axe is a dwarven god. Actually he one of only five Dwarven gods. His area of influence was in War and Weaponsmithing. He wasn't very social, but even other gods bowed to his expertise in crafting weapons.
Golden Axe didn't say much. He had over a dozen weapons he had me try out. Things like swords, axes, morning stars, war hammers, a bo staff, bows, arrows, and more. I went through various katas with the different weapons. Getting the feel and flow of the weapons. The only time he talked was to tell me to move on to another weapon. When I had gone through all the available weapons Golden Axe asked me to go through some weaponless katas. Then he took a couple measurements and told me to come back in a week.
A week went by quietly and I returned to Golden Axe for my new weapon. Well it turned out to be weapons. Golden Axe decided I didn't have a prime weapon since I seemed most comfortable without weapons. So he provided me with a monstrously long katana that was made of a blue metal. A pair of double bladed swords. The last weapon was the most interesting and puzzling because Golden Axe gave me a battle ribbon. For those uninformed a battle ribbon is pretty much alive and reacts on mental commands. The ribbon will also protect its wielder if unconscious. I named my ribbon Crimson for its bright pure color. The ribbon really liked my long hair and weaved itself into my braid.
I was heading back when the Heavens shook with Father's cry of grief. My wings reflexively popped from my back and I soon learned what was wrong. Ares was dead and Isis had fallen soon after. Two major demons had been killed and the Doublet System had kicked in taking the two gods with them.
Even as we ran to Father's office more gods were falling and Father's cries were shaking the Heavens. The situation was made very clear. A Class 1 Unlimited Demon had gone insane. The demon was killing all the other Demons around him.
Father had tears in his eyes, but he called in a strike team. I was one of the gods chosen to go. Among those with me were Thor, Urd, Tarou, Bast, Artemis, Belldandy, Balder, Frey, Hades, and Koenma. We geared up and went down to Hell to stop the insane Demon by any means necessary.
We couldn't use our mediums to get through Hell. So we had to unfurl our wings and fly. I was better off than the others since most of them hadn't used their wings in centuries. In the cases of Bast and Tarou they had never used their divine wings at all so it was up to me and Belldandy to carry them. At any other time I would have been overjoyed to have Tarou back in my arms, but now was not the time.
In a contradiction of terms we were flying like a bat out of Hell. No one was stopping us since Hell was in a panic. It was torn between Demons fleeing Hell and Demons running to attack the insane one. Mass hysteria had ensued and general Demons were ripping each other apart.
A bleeding and very hurt Marller pointed the way towards the Berserk Demon. Belldandy stopped long enough to cast a healing spell on Marller before following us towards the Demon.
The Demon we found was like a werewolf from your worst nightmares. The thing was twelve feet tall and covered in matted black fur soaked in blood. It was also currently ripping an arm off a Demon. It then took said arm and used it as a club to hit Thor, sending him flying into a pile of Demons.
Artemis tried to hit him with arrows but they wouldn't penetrate the Demon's fur. Bast and Tarou jumped him with their claws, but he just threw them off. Belldandy and Urd charged up mana bolts, but the magic, like the arrows, just seemed to bounce off the rampaging Demon.
In the background I hear someone mention the name Garith. I was focusing on the Demon and trying to find a weakness. So far I hadn't seen one. The thing wasn't feeling any pain currently and no one had been successful in even wounding it. Magic was just bouncing off it and its strength was pumped up as if it was on PCP and steroids.
I decided to try something else and spiraled the Demon. A Hiryu Shoten HA sucked the Demon into the tornado, and bounced him off the cavern ceilings to fall to the floor when the winds finally stopped. Unfortunately this didn't really affect the Demon. He got up and continued to attack.
Koenma pulled out the Sword of Justice. A weapon of great power his father Enma had placed into his keeping. He usually kept it in the form of a pacifier. With the sword in his hands he attacked the Demon. Koenma didn't get far since a claw caught him right in the face and sent him flying. The sword dropped from his hand as he bounced off the stone wall and landed bleeding and unconscious.
Suddenly the name Garith hit me. It had sounded familiar when I heard it. I recognized it from somewhere. When I remembered where I'd heard the name before all the fight went out of me. Garith was the name of Tarou's Doublet. Tarou was one of the few besides Belldandy to know who his Doublet was.
So I froze and the world seemed to slow down. I looked at Garith and knew the only way to stop him was to kill him. In this perfect clarity I knew I'd rather die. So I just stood there and waited to die. A tear leaking down my face as my eyes closed.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I heard Tarou scream.
I opened my eyes to see Tarou driving Koenma's sword through Garith's heart.
It was my turn to scream.
"TAROOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!"
I could see the Doublet System kicking in and Tarou grabbing his chest as if he'd been stabbed through the heart. I had him wrapped in my arms and my eyes burned with tears.
I felt something snap. I thought it was my heart until I felt Tarou breath on my face.
I was thanking Father for the miracle with all my soul. My mouth was busy kissing Tarou and my eyes were continuing to flood tears.
This led to a very passionate reunion between me and Tarou. The past was forgotten and nothing else mattered beyond that we were alive and together. I don't remember how we got back to Heaven and I doubt Tarou does either. I vaguely realized we ended up at my place. After that was a passionate haze that was all the more precious for the desperation and long separation.
Later on we were told the snapping sensation was felt by all the gods. Father had destroyed the Doublet System. He could create a new one but so far he hadn't mention such to anyone. When asked Father explained that the time for the Doublet System was over. A new era was coming with the new millennium and what it would bring had yet to be decided.
Even with the Doublet System gone, the peace between Heaven and Hell continues. Even the usual battles are not currently active. It is a giant calm before the storm, but everyone is enjoying the peace. I'm enjoying the peace with Tarou.
It was a month delayed, but I got my orders for Earth Trainee. I got assigned to stay with the three Norns. Belldandy and Urd would be tutoring me part of the time and I'm to help them when needed, but that was not my main job. My main job is to train a new generation of Demon Hunters. While doing so I'm supposed to start my own following.
Father has chosen who he wants me to train. I saw an unusual glint in his eye when I asked who they were. He didn't tell me, but I have the feeling I'm going to be the butt of some cosmic joke. He told me that Fate and Destiny shouldn't be interfered with and I'd find out when they came to me. Destiny would bring them to me and I should work on building a dojo as part of the temple. The only other clue he gave me it I should make it large. Very large.
On the bright side, Tarou was allowed to move in with me since there is plenty of room at the temple. He's doing a temporary assignment in the Relief office so it doesn't matter where he stays. We're living together and he helps me build my dojo.
A year later I didn't think the joke was funny.
The list of my students read:
Gel Saotome
Ranko Saotome
Ryu Saotome
Katsumi Saotome
Tatsumi Saotome
Yohko Saotome
Ryoko Saotome
Ryoga Saotome
Tenchi Saotome
Kenshin Saotome
Dachi Saotome
Ashura Saotome
Sanosuke Saotome
Kumai Saotome
Akuma Saotome
Heihachi Saotome
Jin Saotome
Iori Saotome
Kyo Saotome
Mai Saotome
Mamoru Saotome
Sorata Saotome
Kagato Saotome
Utamaru Saotome
Matsumushi Saotome
Miaka Saotome
Yui Saotome
Yasha Saotome
Kagome Saotome
Kaoru Saotome
Misao Saotome
Misato Saotome
Aoshi Saotome
Enishi Saotome
Tomoe Saotome
Lee Saotome
Lei Saotome
Katsu Saotome
Recca Saotome
Tokiya Saotome
Kurei Saotome
Kurenai Saotome
Miyu Saotome
Noin Saotome
Heero Saotome
Touga Saotome
Yakumo Saotome
Xelloss Saotome
Lina Saotome
Minako Saotome
Makoto Saotome
I had a total of fifty one students. What bothered me the most was for every single one of them the father was listed as Ranma Saotome.
THE END
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