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Anomalies
A Ranma 1/2 Crossover
By
Jeremy Harper
Disclaimer - Ranma 1/2 is the creation of Rumiko Takahashi. The Matrix is the property of Time/Warner. All are used without permission.
There's no reason
There's no compromise
Change in seasons
Living the high life
I don't know you
So don't freak on me
I can't control you
You're not my destiny
Straight out of line
I can't find a reason
Why I should justify my ways
Straight out of line
I don't need a reason
You don't need to lie to me
Godsmack - Straight Out of Line
Chapter 1
"Hey you two, you have a message."
"Oh? Who's it from?"
"The Merovingian."
Silence. Then - "What the Hell does HE want?"
"He wants to schedule a meeting with you two as soon as is feasibly possible, my dear brother. As for the reason for it, he declines to say."
"No surprise there."
"Feh. He can go corrupt, for all I care. I have too much to do here right now, keeping all those damn Spooks from snooping around our Domain."
"Oh please! Don't be so reactionary. Besides, the others are perfectly capable of taking care of any Agents that stumble into the wrong place at the wrong time. You can be spared for a few hours."
"... I don't trust the Merovingian."
"Which is wise of you, but I think you should go meet with him. He knows you dislike him, so-"
"Your talent for understatement never fails to astound me, Sis."
"When did you get to be so funny? Like I was about to say: so I rather doubt that his agenda is frivolous. And I also doubt that this is a set-up, because he knows what sort of grief our family can bring down on him if he tries to screw us."
Silence. "What do you think?"
"I think Sis makes some good points. The Merovingian is a pompous jerk - and a dangerous one at that - but he's not the type to play games, not with the likes of us, at any rate. Let's go see what he wants."
Silence. A sigh. "I think you're right, love. We'll go see him, but I think I'll ask a few of the others to come with us, just in case."
An amused, affectionate chuckle. "Since when did you ever need backup?"
"I guess I'm getting cautious in my old age."
A clap of hands. "Excellent! I'll arrange the meeting. I think I'll go with you as well. The Merovingian is always good for a laugh, and the wine cellar he keeps is nonpareil."
*****
The doors of the restaurant opened, and they walked in. The patrons and wait staff all paused for a moment, their attention drawn inexorably to the newcomers. The inhabitants of this establishment were use to the comings and going of Society's beautiful people, but something about this party, something intangible, yet palpable, made them remarkable, pleasurably exciting the imagination and curiosity of those who watched them. They moved with proud grace and unassailable confidence, Lords and Ladies of the Universe.
At the table at the back where he held court, the Merovingian smiled and sipped his wine. "Le enfant terrible," he murmured.
"They are hardly children, my love," Persephone murmured to him.
"Almost everyone is a child to me, my dear. There are very few older than I. Yet, children though they may be, they shall be very useful, I think." His eyes glanced to his left then to his right, making note of his attendant henchmen. "Be on your guard, and DO NOT underestimate ANY of them. I doubt considerably that things will get violent, but be wary, nonetheless. They are very dangerous."
There were five in the party. All were Asian; all were comely; all were striking. The Merovingian considered each in turn. Three led the way: a man, with a woman at each arm. The man was almost aggressively athletic, resplendent in gold-trimmed ivory and shimmering jet. Dragons danced across his broad chest, his arms swelled muscularly in his shirtsleeves. His handsome face showed the faint marks of past conflict: some scar tissue ringed his bright, piercing blue eyes, and his nose was slightly flattened. Copper highlights gleamed in his thick, black mane of hair, bound in a long ponytail that trailed down between his shoulders. He moved with a liquid, almost blurring economy of motion, no energy wasted.
The woman on the man's right arm wore red. She was like a crimson rose - a bright and beautiful contrast compared to the stark, uncompromising white, black and gold of her companion. Her dress was of Chinese style, woven of lambent silk. Both sides of the skirt were slit, her every step exposing long, trim legs, smooth and shapely. On her bodice was embroidered a golden phoenix, head raised, wings spreading across the swell of her firm breasts. A choker of black silk encircled her flawless throat. Jeweled combs ornamented her short cut, blue-black hair. Her face was lovely, her lips bee-stung, her nose pert, her brown eyes large and expressive. Her body was slim and svelte, and her small, slender hand lovingly twined with the right hand of her escort.
The woman on the man's left arm showed a familial resemblance to the first woman. Face, lips, nose, all quite similar. Yet there was a hint of devilish mischief in her countenance that her kin lacked. If the first was an angel in red, this one was a devil in white. She was dressed monochromatically, in an Occidental style. A white, stylish hat adorned her head. Mirrored sunglasses concealed her eyes. Short brown hair haloed her exquisite face. Her blouse was sleeveless, its décolleté plunging daringly. White silk slacks hugged her hips and legs tightly. High-heeled boots of white leather clicked against the polished floor. Her free hand rested on the man's left bicep with a sisterly familiarity. Her lips were curved in a smile that was both amused and anticipatory.
The Merovingian smiled. Ranma, Akane and Nabiki. Renegades, exiles, just like he and his own entourage. Powerful exiles, and ones that could be of use to him, if he played his cards right. Great care and caution would have to be exercised, however. He did not wish to have that power turned against him; such would be... inconvenient. The Merovingian's smile widened momentarily into a lascivious leer as his thoughts momentarily ran to the prurient. Akane was Ranma's consort, Nabiki, Akane's sister. The Merovingian wondered if Ranma ever dallied with Nabiki. He speculated if the boy (all men were boys to one as old as the Merovingian) ever had both of them at once. They were both beautiful, and the possible sensual configurations were both numerable and pleasant. In Ranma's place, the Merovingian would not be able to resist such a glorious temptation.
Persephone watched the three approach through half lidded eyes. She could perceive what her husband was blind to. The mutual platonic affection between Ranma and Nabiki was obvious. The bonds between Ranma and Akane attracted the lion's share of her attention. Powerful feelings of love and desire bound them together, seeming like blazing hot chains of molten gold to her starved, envious eyes, nigh unbreakable. Once Persephone knew such passion. She still desired it. She hungered for it. She was jealous of it.
The two following Ranma and his escorts were unknown to both the Merovingian and Persephone. One was a woman, her countenance marking her as kin to Akane and Nabiki. Her eyes glowed with gentle warmth; her face was serene and breathtakingly delicate. She wore a simple blue dress that clung to her body, flattering her full, shapely form. The skirt stopped just above her knees, showing off her beautiful legs. On her feet were tastefully simple blue pumps, a golden chain decorating her right ankle. Her left arm was hooked through the arm of the man walking next to her, and she held his hand affectionately. He wore a dark suit, with simple patent leather shoes. He was broad of shoulder, slim of waste, and moved with a smooth, dangerous grace similar to Ranma's. He wore his brown hair in a mane that nearly swept his shoulders. His broad brow, tapering chin, and wire-rimmed glasses gave his face a formidably intelligent cast. His eyes were similar to his companion: warm and serene, but occasionally there would flash a hint of powerful depths, dangerous and primal if aroused to wrath. The man was smiling. He tilted his head to whisper something to the woman. She giggled and murmured something back.
The Merovingian rose when the party reached his table. "Ah, Lord Chaos, Lady Scarlet, welcome! It pleases me to no end to see that you've deigned to answer my humble invitation. And you have brought Lady Enigma with you! It is too long since I last enjoyed the pleasure of your company, my dearest Nabiki." Ranma's eyes glinted momentarily with annoyance. He cared little for the titles the Merovingian had bequeathed to his family and himself. Akane did not react, ignoring the Merovingian's baiting with practiced aplomb. Nabiki but smiled brilliantly. "Hello, Mero-baby," she chimed with well-simulated warmth.
The Merovingian bowed his head, then turned to the two he did not recognize. "It shames me to admit so, but I am afraid I do not know you. I would like to rectify this deficiency."
Akane made the introduction. "This is our eldest sister, Kasumi, and her husband Doctor Tofu. They agreed to accompany us, to help... keep the peace."
"Ah yes," said the Merovingian with a smile. His mind raced furiously. He had heard of Kasumi, and the power she possessed. From all accounts she could exert a field of harmony, in which it was difficult to bend or break the rules of the Matrix, and also dulled one's instinct for violence. Supposedly Ranma and his coterie were inured to this effect. A truly formidable ally, the Merovingian thought. He knew less about Tofu, save that he was a powerful fighter, quite capable of defeating an Agent in battle. The Merovingian bowed deeply to the pair. "But of course. I apologize. I should have realized that such a lovely, beautiful woman could not help but be related to you and Nabiki." The Merovingian's smile became sardonic. "And I see that she also shares your taste in sophisticated, refined consorts."
Ranma's eyes flashed, and he stirred slightly. An atmosphere of menace and potential violence settled around the table. At their place at the right end of the table, the Twins tensed, cupping their razors. The Merovingian's other henchmen looked uneasily at one another. They could sense the power arousing in Ranma, and it disconcerted them. Persephone sighed inaudibly. Her husband's desire for thrills and sensation would destroy him one day.
Akane squeezed her husband's hand, while Nabiki patted his shoulder in a calming fashion. Ranma relented, visibly relaxing. The atmosphere of violence dispersed. Tofu's expression was diplomatically neutral, while Kasumi smiled in a polite, fastidious manner, as if someone had uttered a distasteful joke.
"Thank you for your kind words," Kasumi said with a bow. "Your manners and bearing are truly ALL that I've heard them to be." The Merovingian glanced at her sharply, then chuckled.
"Touche," he said. "A palpable hit indeed, Lady Kasumi. Please all of you, sit and partake." Ranma and Tofu pulled out chairs for the ladies then sat down themselves. Kasumi asked for a menu, while Nabiki ordered wine for herself. Tofu requested a soda while Ranma and Akane politely declined any refreshment. Ranma focused on the Merovingian, while Akane divided her attention equally between her husband, her host and Persephone. She did not care for the way Persephone looked at Ranma, or herself for that matter. Persephone's demeanor was neutral, but the jealousy and desire in her eyes were obvious.
Once Kasumi had ordered and Nabiki received her wine Ranma spoke for the first time. "So what do you want, Merovingian? You surely didn't make me come all this way just so you could practice your so-called wit."
The Merovingian inclined his head. "I apologize, Lord Chaos. My manners WERE atrocious, as your sister-in-law so effectively pointed out. Old habits die hard."
"Not as hard as some things can."
"Ranma," hissed Akane. Nabiki rolled her eyes, but couldn't help smirking. She took a sip of her wine and sighed appreciatively. She poured a second glass and pushed it in front of Ranma.
"Try this, little brother. It'll soothe that temper of yours." Ranma scowled. The Merovingian held up his hands in a placating manner.
"Come, come. Let us not fight. Fighting between us would be unprofitable. There is no need for it. I asked you here for a purpose that will benefit us both in immeasurable ways."
Ranma stared intently at the Merovingian. Long moments dragged. Tension built again. Unperturbed, the Merovingian cut a slice from his steak, popped it into his mouth, and smiled a toothless smile as he chewed. Finally Ranma nodded, once.
"Very well," he said. "What is your reason for calling us, the 'why' that you vaunt so highly?"
The Merovingian swallowed his steak and sipped wine to clear his throat. Delicately patting his lips with a napkin, he smiled again, approvingly. "Very good. You show wisdom, tact and judgment. Such laudable quality should be rewarded. But before I reward them, I must ask a question of you." He leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. "Did you, perchance, some six months ago, Objective Standard, happen to notice... a tremor?"
Ranma and Akane traded glances. "A tremor?" echoed Ranma.
"Yes, a tremor. A... disturbance. Originating near the Core, resonating from one end of the Matrix to the other, leaving no corner, nook, or cranny of it untouched. I doubt it caused much trouble out in the Periphery, where you keep your Domain - a few glitches that needed to be smoothed, or a reliable routine inexplicably corrupting, perhaps." The Merovingian made a little waving gesture with his hands. "I've heard that it was a certified disaster at the epicenter. Reality Storms and massive discontinuity such as hasn't been seen in a Battery's full lifetime." The Merovingian grinned. "As I said, a disturbance."
Ranma and Akane looked at each other again, their expressions ineffable. "Yes," said Akane. "We did notice one."
"Ah, eh bien. And do you know what the cause of the disturbance was?"
"We have our suspicions," said Ranma frankly. "But we haven't the time to look into the matter, yet."
"Then I shall save you the time and the legwork, my dear Lord Chaos. The tremors were the caused by the birth throes of the One, his consciousness shaking the foundations of the Matrix as he achieved his predestined and preordained apotheosis." The Merovingian leaned back in his chair and smiled at his guests. Ranma and Akane said nothing. Tofu drank some of his soda, his eyes narrowing in thought. A waiter approached and presented Kasumi's meal with a practiced flourish. She thanked him sweetly, unfolded a napkin on her lap and proceeded to partake with delicate, mannerly grace. Silence reigned; the only sound at the table was the quiet rasp of Kasumi's cutlery. Finally Nabiki yawned, widely, covering her mouth with a finely manicured hand.
"So what?" she stated simply.
The Merovingian chuckled in feigned disbelief. " 'So what?' 'So WHAT?' - Is that all you have to say, Lady Enigma? I inform you of an event so notable and momentous, and all you have to say is 'so what?' How utterly bathetic."
Nabiki laughed. "I see you haven't lost your flair for histrionics, Mero-baby. The One manifesting IS a notable event, but momentous? Hardly. My family's lived through two such arisings. You've managed to survive all five manifestations - a remarkable feat, considering you've had acrimonious dealings with at least three of them. I'm just surprised this hasn't happened sooner. By my reckoning the Matrix is at least ten objective years overdue for this."
"Nabiki has a point," said Ranma. "We've never been concerned with the One. He'll run around for a few years, kill some Spooks, cut lose some Batteries, then eventually return to the Source and reboot the Matrix. No fuss, no muss. We just ride out the waves and enjoy the show." He glanced around at his family and smiled. "At least we now know the reason behind the upswing in Agent activity."
"True," conceded the Merovingian. "Put that way, the One's coming doesn't seem very momentous after all. But, that is only because you do not know what I know."
"Ah, now we're getting to it," said Nabiki. "What have you heard?"
"Ordinarily I'd charge a high price for such information," he held up a hand as both Ranma scowled and Nabiki's eyes narrowed, "but it is my belief it'll be more beneficial to my cause to enlighten you gratis. I have heard from an impeccable source-"
"What source?" demanded Ranma.
"The Oracle, if you must know. I'll admit that I came across this through indirect channels, but they are channels that I trust. The Oracle has prophesized that this incarnation of the One will bring down the Matrix."
Kasumi set down her utensils, delicately wiped her mouth with a napkin. She picked up a glass of wine Tofu had poured for her, sniffed it with cultured appraisal, and sipped daintily. She set down the glass and asked quietly. "How does this differ from the prophecy inculcated in the prior Ones?"
"Because something unforeseen happened - or at least unforeseen by that pompous ass, the Architect. This incarnation of the One has fallen in love. He will reject returning to the Source in order to save the woman he loves. In doing so, he'll destroy us all. Zion will be eradicated, the human stock will perish in the resulting system error feedbacks, and all that we've build will come crashing down around us in scintillating shards." The Merovingian held up his glass of wine, turning it in his hand, inspecting it in the light. "I have lived a very long time, and experienced almost all that sensation has to offer. Death, the extinguishing of consciousness, the absolute negation of all that I am, will surely be quite stimulating. However, I will not be terribly disappointed if that experience is postponed." He drained his glass in one gulp, dregs and all.
Silence, again. Under the table Akane took hold of Ranma's hand, and Kasumi, Tofu's. Nabiki finished her wine, poured a second glass, and stared intently at the Merovingian. The Merovingian leaned back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling, his forefingers steepled before his lips. Persephone glanced at her husband, then at Ranma and Akane. She inhaled sharply through her nose, her slender hands clenching into fists on her lap. The Twins smirked at their master's guests' discomfiture - death held no fear to them. The Merovingian's other henchmen looked on warily.
Ranma finally spoke. "So what we can we do about it?"
"You have to ask?" answered the Merovingian. "Have you not come to the same conclusions that I have? There must be an intervention. The One must be killed before he reaches the Source. It'll cause a mess, disrupt the Matrix, but for the likes of us, such is survivable. However, killing the One is problematic. Agents are barely a challenge for him. My organization could perhaps bring him down, but success would be by no means assured. No, this requires the attentions of someone who can meet him on even terms." He leaned forward, his eyes burning slits, staring directly into Ranma's eyes. "It requires your personal attention, my dear Lord of Chaos." The Merovingian slammed clenched fist into open hand. "One anomaly, canceling the other."
Ranma returned the Merovingian's gaze measure for measure. Without turning his head, he said, "Tofu?"
"I sense no fluctuations within him, Ranma. As far as I can tell, he is neither misdirecting nor concealing. He's telling the truth, or at least what he thinks is the truth." The Merovingian smiled and sketched a mock bow towards Tofu.
"Nabiki?"
Nabiki finished off her wine. "I believe him, little brother. I'll want to make my own inquires to confirm what he said before we do anything, but for right now, I believe him. I can't see anyway a fabrication such as this could benefit him in dealings with us."
Ranma nodded. He picked up his glass of wine and drank it in one pull. He gave Akane's hand a reassuring squeeze then stood up. "Thanks for the invitation, Merovingian. I'll give what you say some thought." He glanced down at his family. "Let's go." Akane took his right arm and they headed for the doors. Nabiki trailed a few steps behind them; she had produced a cell phone and was dialing a number. Before she left the restaurant she was speaking into it intently.
Kasumi rose from her seat and bowed to the Merovingian. "Thank you very much for your hospitality." Her face was still serene. She took Tofu's pro-offered arm and they followed their kin.
The Merovingian chuckled quietly and poured himself more wine. He looked over to Persephone and showed her a satisfied smile. "Causality at work, my dear. I am the gun; Lord Chaos is the bullet. The threat of the One is the trigger, the necessary why. Now we shall see how good my aim is."
*****
Ranma's coterie had lived the past three years in a large manor house, nestled in the heart of an isolated, verdant valley. They wanted for nothing, and divided their time between the chores of maintaining their Domain and enjoying their freedom. Akane sat on the top steps of the wide back patio, chin resting on her hands, looking out over the green expanse of their lands, watching the sun set in the distance, the wake of its descent bathing everything in crimson and shadow. She had changed out of her formal clothes, and now wore a simple oversized yellow sweatshirt with white stretch stockings. She heard footsteps behind her. She looked up and saw Ranma, dressed plainly in a muscle tee and black sweatpants. She smiled at him and looked back out at the horizon. He sat down next to her, draped his arm over her shoulder and kissed her on the cheek. Akane sighed and rested her head against his, her own arm encircling his waist. That sat there silently for a few minutes, silently enjoying the sunset, and each other's company.
"It's going to be a beautiful night, tonight," said Ranma.
"Yes," agreed Akane. "I wonder how many more such nights we'll get to enjoy?"
"As many as we'll want too."
"Mmmm... Ranma, I've been thinking."
"About what?"
"The house. I've enjoyed living here, the past few years, but I feel that it's time for a change. It's grand, but it's so big that sometimes I feel overwhelmed by all that space. How about for the New Year we build a place that's a bit cozier... Something like the dojo."
"You miss the dojo?"
"A little. I lived some of the best years of my life there," Akane gave Ranma a sly glance. "And some of the most frustrating." Ranma chuckled. "But all in all, life there was good, and I wouldn't mind living someplace like that again."
"I think I can arrange something," said Ranma. "But I think it'll get crowded, with all of us living there. We'll be tripping over each other left and right."
"Who says we all have to live there? Our friends and family are big boys and girls now; they don't need you hovering around all the time anymore. Besides, the idea of having you all to myself I find quite appealing."
"Well, when you put it that way," Ranma turned, wrapped both arms around Akane and kissed her on the lips. "How can I refuse? We'll start on it after I take care of a few matters."
"Yes, that will be fine." Akane looked away for a moment, then back at Ranma. Ranma's expression grew serious when he saw the inexplicable sadness in her warm, brown eyes.
"Ranma?"
"What, love?"
"Are... Oh, never mind. It isn't important." Akane stood up and pulled Ranma up with her. The sadness was gone, as suddenly as it had appeared, replaced by a sensuous gleam. She stroked his cheek then kissed him. "Let's go to bed."
"Oh? You have something in mind?"
"Yes. Several somethings, all quite exciting and strenuous." She took her husband by the hand and led him back into the house and to their bedroom. When they entered Ranma dimmed the lights. They gently undressed each other and made slow, glorious love. When they finished Akane was lying on top of Ranma, nuzzling at his neck. Ranma caressed her back, his eyes half-closed. He inhaled her scent, kissed her on the cheek and laid his head back on the pillow. His eyes closed, his breathing became slow and regular. Akane carefully rolled off of him and covered themselves with blankets. She lay on her side, her head propped up on her hand, and watched her husband sleep, tracing her forefinger along the muscular contours of his chest and stomach. Her lips were curved in a small, sad smile, and her eyes glimmered with ineffable fear and sorrow. Ranma stirred in his sleep, blinking, slowly awakening. The sadness and fear vanished from Akane, skillfully concealed.
"I fell asleep," murmured Ranma.
"Yes, I know."
"I'm sorry."
Akane giggled. "Don't be. When you fall asleep like that it confirms to me that I still have what it takes to keep up with you."
Ranma laughed, rolling on his side and catching her up in his embrace. They kissed for a while, hands roaming across each other in pleasurable afterplay. Then Akane sighed and hugged Ranma hard.
"Ranma?"
"Yes, Akane?"
"Have you decided what you are going to do about what the Merovingian told you?"
"...Yes. I'm going to kill the One."
Akane shivered. "It is so strange to hear you say such a thing."
"It feels strange to me to say it. But let's not have any illusions about our lives, love. I kill all the time. So have our friends. So have you."
"But the ones we've killed are Agents - Agents and their hapless chevals. What you plan to do is different."
"In what way?"
"I don't know," Akane admitted unhappily. "I don't know, but it FEELS different. I can't help but feel that we don't have the right to interfere in this."
"I have every right. He's a threat, Akane - a threat to our friends, our family, and most importantly, to you. I cannot allow such a threat to stand." Akane sighed, closing her eyes and resting her forehead against Ranma's chest. Ranma sighed in turn, and caressed her cheek.
"He just wants to do for his people the same thing you did for us, Ranma," Akane whispered. "Is that so wrong?"
"No, it isn't. But he will fail, and end up destroying everything. Do you want that, Akane?"
"No... But..."
Ranma sighed again. "What DO you want? I can't deny you anything, Akane. Tell me what you want, and I'll do my best to fulfill it."
"...What I want is for you to do what you think is right, and to be true to yourself." Akane lifted her head and looked into Ranma's eyes, the blue eyes she found so beautiful, so captivating. "Most of all, I don't want this to destroy you. That is what I fear the most. Don't let it destroy you. My life would be cold and empty without you."
Ranma hugged her fiercely. "I will do all that you ask. I promise. I love you."
"And I love you..." Akane cupped Ranma's face between her small hands and kissed him passionately. "Make love to me again, Ranma."
"Yes..."
/////
Author's Notes - I have no idea why I wrote this. I'm usually not too keen on such disparate crossovers (which probably makes me a hypocrite, considering my Kasumi the Wayfarer series). All I know is that I got the idea soon after I saw The Matrix Reloaded and it practically demanded to be let out. Now that I have the first chapter down, we'll see what happens from here. Perhaps I'll try to finish it; perhaps I'll offer it as a freebie for someone else to finish. If I decide on the latter I'll make an announcement, though I'll doubt anyone will want to take me up on the offer.
Oh well. As always, comments and criticism are welcome.
Thanks for your time and tolerance,
Jeremy Harper
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Anomalies
A Ranma 1/2 Crossover
By
Jeremy Harper
Disclaimer - Ranma 1/2 is the creation of Rumiko Takahashi. The Matrix is the property of Time/Warner. All are used without permission.
There's no reason
There's no compromise
Change in seasons
Living the high life
I don't know you
So don't freak on me
I can't control you
You're not my destiny
Straight out of line
I can't find a reason
Why I should justify my ways
Straight out of line
I don't need a reason
You don't need to lie to me
Godsmack - Straight Out of Line
Chapter 1
"Hey you two, you have a message."
"Oh? Who's it from?"
"The Merovingian."
Silence. Then - "What the Hell does HE want?"
"He wants to schedule a meeting with you two as soon as is feasibly possible, my dear brother. As for the reason for it, he declines to say."
"No surprise there."
"Feh. He can go corrupt, for all I care. I have too much to do here right now, keeping all those damn Spooks from snooping around our Domain."
"Oh please! Don't be so reactionary. Besides, the others are perfectly capable of taking care of any Agents that stumble into the wrong place at the wrong time. You can be spared for a few hours."
"... I don't trust the Merovingian."
"Which is wise of you, but I think you should go meet with him. He knows you dislike him, so-"
"Your talent for understatement never fails to astound me, Sis."
"When did you get to be so funny? Like I was about to say: so I rather doubt that his agenda is frivolous. And I also doubt that this is a set-up, because he knows what sort of grief our family can bring down on him if he tries to screw us."
Silence. "What do you think?"
"I think Sis makes some good points. The Merovingian is a pompous jerk - and a dangerous one at that - but he's not the type to play games, not with the likes of us, at any rate. Let's go see what he wants."
Silence. A sigh. "I think you're right, love. We'll go see him, but I think I'll ask a few of the others to come with us, just in case."
An amused, affectionate chuckle. "Since when did you ever need backup?"
"I guess I'm getting cautious in my old age."
A clap of hands. "Excellent! I'll arrange the meeting. I think I'll go with you as well. The Merovingian is always good for a laugh, and the wine cellar he keeps is nonpareil."
*****
The doors of the restaurant opened, and they walked in. The patrons and wait staff all paused for a moment, their attention drawn inexorably to the newcomers. The inhabitants of this establishment were use to the comings and going of Society's beautiful people, but something about this party, something intangible, yet palpable, made them remarkable, pleasurably exciting the imagination and curiosity of those who watched them. They moved with proud grace and unassailable confidence, Lords and Ladies of the Universe.
At the table at the back where he held court, the Merovingian smiled and sipped his wine. "Le enfant terrible," he murmured.
"They are hardly children, my love," Persephone murmured to him.
"Almost everyone is a child to me, my dear. There are very few older than I. Yet, children though they may be, they shall be very useful, I think." His eyes glanced to his left then to his right, making note of his attendant henchmen. "Be on your guard, and DO NOT underestimate ANY of them. I doubt considerably that things will get violent, but be wary, nonetheless. They are very dangerous."
There were five in the party. All were Asian; all were comely; all were striking. The Merovingian considered each in turn. Three led the way: a man, with a woman at each arm. The man was almost aggressively athletic, resplendent in gold-trimmed ivory and shimmering jet. Dragons danced across his broad chest, his arms swelled muscularly in his shirtsleeves. His handsome face showed the faint marks of past conflict: some scar tissue ringed his bright, piercing blue eyes, and his nose was slightly flattened. Copper highlights gleamed in his thick, black mane of hair, bound in a long ponytail that trailed down between his shoulders. He moved with a liquid, almost blurring economy of motion, no energy wasted.
The woman on the man's right arm wore red. She was like a crimson rose - a bright and beautiful contrast compared to the stark, uncompromising white, black and gold of her companion. Her dress was of Chinese style, woven of lambent silk. Both sides of the skirt were slit, her every step exposing long, trim legs, smooth and shapely. On her bodice was embroidered a golden phoenix, head raised, wings spreading across the swell of her firm breasts. A choker of black silk encircled her flawless throat. Jeweled combs ornamented her short cut, blue-black hair. Her face was lovely, her lips bee-stung, her nose pert, her brown eyes large and expressive. Her body was slim and svelte, and her small, slender hand lovingly twined with the right hand of her escort.
The woman on the man's left arm showed a familial resemblance to the first woman. Face, lips, nose, all quite similar. Yet there was a hint of devilish mischief in her countenance that her kin lacked. If the first was an angel in red, this one was a devil in white. She was dressed monochromatically, in an Occidental style. A white, stylish hat adorned her head. Mirrored sunglasses concealed her eyes. Short brown hair haloed her exquisite face. Her blouse was sleeveless, its décolleté plunging daringly. White silk slacks hugged her hips and legs tightly. High-heeled boots of white leather clicked against the polished floor. Her free hand rested on the man's left bicep with a sisterly familiarity. Her lips were curved in a smile that was both amused and anticipatory.
The Merovingian smiled. Ranma, Akane and Nabiki. Renegades, exiles, just like he and his own entourage. Powerful exiles, and ones that could be of use to him, if he played his cards right. Great care and caution would have to be exercised, however. He did not wish to have that power turned against him; such would be... inconvenient. The Merovingian's smile widened momentarily into a lascivious leer as his thoughts momentarily ran to the prurient. Akane was Ranma's consort, Nabiki, Akane's sister. The Merovingian wondered if Ranma ever dallied with Nabiki. He speculated if the boy (all men were boys to one as old as the Merovingian) ever had both of them at once. They were both beautiful, and the possible sensual configurations were both numerable and pleasant. In Ranma's place, the Merovingian would not be able to resist such a glorious temptation.
Persephone watched the three approach through half lidded eyes. She could perceive what her husband was blind to. The mutual platonic affection between Ranma and Nabiki was obvious. The bonds between Ranma and Akane attracted the lion's share of her attention. Powerful feelings of love and desire bound them together, seeming like blazing hot chains of molten gold to her starved, envious eyes, nigh unbreakable. Once Persephone knew such passion. She still desired it. She hungered for it. She was jealous of it.
The two following Ranma and his escorts were unknown to both the Merovingian and Persephone. One was a woman, her countenance marking her as kin to Akane and Nabiki. Her eyes glowed with gentle warmth; her face was serene and breathtakingly delicate. She wore a simple blue dress that clung to her body, flattering her full, shapely form. The skirt stopped just above her knees, showing off her beautiful legs. On her feet were tastefully simple blue pumps, a golden chain decorating her right ankle. Her left arm was hooked through the arm of the man walking next to her, and she held his hand affectionately. He wore a dark suit, with simple patent leather shoes. He was broad of shoulder, slim of waste, and moved with a smooth, dangerous grace similar to Ranma's. He wore his brown hair in a mane that nearly swept his shoulders. His broad brow, tapering chin, and wire-rimmed glasses gave his face a formidably intelligent cast. His eyes were similar to his companion: warm and serene, but occasionally there would flash a hint of powerful depths, dangerous and primal if aroused to wrath. The man was smiling. He tilted his head to whisper something to the woman. She giggled and murmured something back.
The Merovingian rose when the party reached his table. "Ah, Lord Chaos, Lady Scarlet, welcome! It pleases me to no end to see that you've deigned to answer my humble invitation. And you have brought Lady Enigma with you! It is too long since I last enjoyed the pleasure of your company, my dearest Nabiki." Ranma's eyes glinted momentarily with annoyance. He cared little for the titles the Merovingian had bequeathed to his family and himself. Akane did not react, ignoring the Merovingian's baiting with practiced aplomb. Nabiki but smiled brilliantly. "Hello, Mero-baby," she chimed with well-simulated warmth.
The Merovingian bowed his head, then turned to the two he did not recognize. "It shames me to admit so, but I am afraid I do not know you. I would like to rectify this deficiency."
Akane made the introduction. "This is our eldest sister, Kasumi, and her husband Doctor Tofu. They agreed to accompany us, to help... keep the peace."
"Ah yes," said the Merovingian with a smile. His mind raced furiously. He had heard of Kasumi, and the power she possessed. From all accounts she could exert a field of harmony, in which it was difficult to bend or break the rules of the Matrix, and also dulled one's instinct for violence. Supposedly Ranma and his coterie were inured to this effect. A truly formidable ally, the Merovingian thought. He knew less about Tofu, save that he was a powerful fighter, quite capable of defeating an Agent in battle. The Merovingian bowed deeply to the pair. "But of course. I apologize. I should have realized that such a lovely, beautiful woman could not help but be related to you and Nabiki." The Merovingian's smile became sardonic. "And I see that she also shares your taste in sophisticated, refined consorts."
Ranma's eyes flashed, and he stirred slightly. An atmosphere of menace and potential violence settled around the table. At their place at the right end of the table, the Twins tensed, cupping their razors. The Merovingian's other henchmen looked uneasily at one another. They could sense the power arousing in Ranma, and it disconcerted them. Persephone sighed inaudibly. Her husband's desire for thrills and sensation would destroy him one day.
Akane squeezed her husband's hand, while Nabiki patted his shoulder in a calming fashion. Ranma relented, visibly relaxing. The atmosphere of violence dispersed. Tofu's expression was diplomatically neutral, while Kasumi smiled in a polite, fastidious manner, as if someone had uttered a distasteful joke.
"Thank you for your kind words," Kasumi said with a bow. "Your manners and bearing are truly ALL that I've heard them to be." The Merovingian glanced at her sharply, then chuckled.
"Touche," he said. "A palpable hit indeed, Lady Kasumi. Please all of you, sit and partake." Ranma and Tofu pulled out chairs for the ladies then sat down themselves. Kasumi asked for a menu, while Nabiki ordered wine for herself. Tofu requested a soda while Ranma and Akane politely declined any refreshment. Ranma focused on the Merovingian, while Akane divided her attention equally between her husband, her host and Persephone. She did not care for the way Persephone looked at Ranma, or herself for that matter. Persephone's demeanor was neutral, but the jealousy and desire in her eyes were obvious.
Once Kasumi had ordered and Nabiki received her wine Ranma spoke for the first time. "So what do you want, Merovingian? You surely didn't make me come all this way just so you could practice your so-called wit."
The Merovingian inclined his head. "I apologize, Lord Chaos. My manners WERE atrocious, as your sister-in-law so effectively pointed out. Old habits die hard."
"Not as hard as some things can."
"Ranma," hissed Akane. Nabiki rolled her eyes, but couldn't help smirking. She took a sip of her wine and sighed appreciatively. She poured a second glass and pushed it in front of Ranma.
"Try this, little brother. It'll soothe that temper of yours." Ranma scowled. The Merovingian held up his hands in a placating manner.
"Come, come. Let us not fight. Fighting between us would be unprofitable. There is no need for it. I asked you here for a purpose that will benefit us both in immeasurable ways."
Ranma stared intently at the Merovingian. Long moments dragged. Tension built again. Unperturbed, the Merovingian cut a slice from his steak, popped it into his mouth, and smiled a toothless smile as he chewed. Finally Ranma nodded, once.
"Very well," he said. "What is your reason for calling us, the 'why' that you vaunt so highly?"
The Merovingian swallowed his steak and sipped wine to clear his throat. Delicately patting his lips with a napkin, he smiled again, approvingly. "Very good. You show wisdom, tact and judgment. Such laudable quality should be rewarded. But before I reward them, I must ask a question of you." He leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. "Did you, perchance, some six months ago, Objective Standard, happen to notice... a tremor?"
Ranma and Akane traded glances. "A tremor?" echoed Ranma.
"Yes, a tremor. A... disturbance. Originating near the Core, resonating from one end of the Matrix to the other, leaving no corner, nook, or cranny of it untouched. I doubt it caused much trouble out in the Periphery, where you keep your Domain - a few glitches that needed to be smoothed, or a reliable routine inexplicably corrupting, perhaps." The Merovingian made a little waving gesture with his hands. "I've heard that it was a certified disaster at the epicenter. Reality Storms and massive discontinuity such as hasn't been seen in a Battery's full lifetime." The Merovingian grinned. "As I said, a disturbance."
Ranma and Akane looked at each other again, their expressions ineffable. "Yes," said Akane. "We did notice one."
"Ah, eh bien. And do you know what the cause of the disturbance was?"
"We have our suspicions," said Ranma frankly. "But we haven't the time to look into the matter, yet."
"Then I shall save you the time and the legwork, my dear Lord Chaos. The tremors were the caused by the birth throes of the One, his consciousness shaking the foundations of the Matrix as he achieved his predestined and preordained apotheosis." The Merovingian leaned back in his chair and smiled at his guests. Ranma and Akane said nothing. Tofu drank some of his soda, his eyes narrowing in thought. A waiter approached and presented Kasumi's meal with a practiced flourish. She thanked him sweetly, unfolded a napkin on her lap and proceeded to partake with delicate, mannerly grace. Silence reigned; the only sound at the table was the quiet rasp of Kasumi's cutlery. Finally Nabiki yawned, widely, covering her mouth with a finely manicured hand.
"So what?" she stated simply.
The Merovingian chuckled in feigned disbelief. " 'So what?' 'So WHAT?' - Is that all you have to say, Lady Enigma? I inform you of an event so notable and momentous, and all you have to say is 'so what?' How utterly bathetic."
Nabiki laughed. "I see you haven't lost your flair for histrionics, Mero-baby. The One manifesting IS a notable event, but momentous? Hardly. My family's lived through two such arisings. You've managed to survive all five manifestations - a remarkable feat, considering you've had acrimonious dealings with at least three of them. I'm just surprised this hasn't happened sooner. By my reckoning the Matrix is at least ten objective years overdue for this."
"Nabiki has a point," said Ranma. "We've never been concerned with the One. He'll run around for a few years, kill some Spooks, cut lose some Batteries, then eventually return to the Source and reboot the Matrix. No fuss, no muss. We just ride out the waves and enjoy the show." He glanced around at his family and smiled. "At least we now know the reason behind the upswing in Agent activity."
"True," conceded the Merovingian. "Put that way, the One's coming doesn't seem very momentous after all. But, that is only because you do not know what I know."
"Ah, now we're getting to it," said Nabiki. "What have you heard?"
"Ordinarily I'd charge a high price for such information," he held up a hand as both Ranma scowled and Nabiki's eyes narrowed, "but it is my belief it'll be more beneficial to my cause to enlighten you gratis. I have heard from an impeccable source-"
"What source?" demanded Ranma.
"The Oracle, if you must know. I'll admit that I came across this through indirect channels, but they are channels that I trust. The Oracle has prophesized that this incarnation of the One will bring down the Matrix."
Kasumi set down her utensils, delicately wiped her mouth with a napkin. She picked up a glass of wine Tofu had poured for her, sniffed it with cultured appraisal, and sipped daintily. She set down the glass and asked quietly. "How does this differ from the prophecy inculcated in the prior Ones?"
"Because something unforeseen happened - or at least unforeseen by that pompous ass, the Architect. This incarnation of the One has fallen in love. He will reject returning to the Source in order to save the woman he loves. In doing so, he'll destroy us all. Zion will be eradicated, the human stock will perish in the resulting system error feedbacks, and all that we've build will come crashing down around us in scintillating shards." The Merovingian held up his glass of wine, turning it in his hand, inspecting it in the light. "I have lived a very long time, and experienced almost all that sensation has to offer. Death, the extinguishing of consciousness, the absolute negation of all that I am, will surely be quite stimulating. However, I will not be terribly disappointed if that experience is postponed." He drained his glass in one gulp, dregs and all.
Silence, again. Under the table Akane took hold of Ranma's hand, and Kasumi, Tofu's. Nabiki finished her wine, poured a second glass, and stared intently at the Merovingian. The Merovingian leaned back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling, his forefingers steepled before his lips. Persephone glanced at her husband, then at Ranma and Akane. She inhaled sharply through her nose, her slender hands clenching into fists on her lap. The Twins smirked at their master's guests' discomfiture - death held no fear to them. The Merovingian's other henchmen looked on warily.
Ranma finally spoke. "So what we can we do about it?"
"You have to ask?" answered the Merovingian. "Have you not come to the same conclusions that I have? There must be an intervention. The One must be killed before he reaches the Source. It'll cause a mess, disrupt the Matrix, but for the likes of us, such is survivable. However, killing the One is problematic. Agents are barely a challenge for him. My organization could perhaps bring him down, but success would be by no means assured. No, this requires the attentions of someone who can meet him on even terms." He leaned forward, his eyes burning slits, staring directly into Ranma's eyes. "It requires your personal attention, my dear Lord of Chaos." The Merovingian slammed clenched fist into open hand. "One anomaly, canceling the other."
Ranma returned the Merovingian's gaze measure for measure. Without turning his head, he said, "Tofu?"
"I sense no fluctuations within him, Ranma. As far as I can tell, he is neither misdirecting nor concealing. He's telling the truth, or at least what he thinks is the truth." The Merovingian smiled and sketched a mock bow towards Tofu.
"Nabiki?"
Nabiki finished off her wine. "I believe him, little brother. I'll want to make my own inquires to confirm what he said before we do anything, but for right now, I believe him. I can't see anyway a fabrication such as this could benefit him in dealings with us."
Ranma nodded. He picked up his glass of wine and drank it in one pull. He gave Akane's hand a reassuring squeeze then stood up. "Thanks for the invitation, Merovingian. I'll give what you say some thought." He glanced down at his family. "Let's go." Akane took his right arm and they headed for the doors. Nabiki trailed a few steps behind them; she had produced a cell phone and was dialing a number. Before she left the restaurant she was speaking into it intently.
Kasumi rose from her seat and bowed to the Merovingian. "Thank you very much for your hospitality." Her face was still serene. She took Tofu's pro-offered arm and they followed their kin.
The Merovingian chuckled quietly and poured himself more wine. He looked over to Persephone and showed her a satisfied smile. "Causality at work, my dear. I am the gun; Lord Chaos is the bullet. The threat of the One is the trigger, the necessary why. Now we shall see how good my aim is."
*****
Ranma's coterie had lived the past three years in a large manor house, nestled in the heart of an isolated, verdant valley. They wanted for nothing, and divided their time between the chores of maintaining their Domain and enjoying their freedom. Akane sat on the top steps of the wide back patio, chin resting on her hands, looking out over the green expanse of their lands, watching the sun set in the distance, the wake of its descent bathing everything in crimson and shadow. She had changed out of her formal clothes, and now wore a simple oversized yellow sweatshirt with white stretch stockings. She heard footsteps behind her. She looked up and saw Ranma, dressed plainly in a muscle tee and black sweatpants. She smiled at him and looked back out at the horizon. He sat down next to her, draped his arm over her shoulder and kissed her on the cheek. Akane sighed and rested her head against his, her own arm encircling his waist. That sat there silently for a few minutes, silently enjoying the sunset, and each other's company.
"It's going to be a beautiful night, tonight," said Ranma.
"Yes," agreed Akane. "I wonder how many more such nights we'll get to enjoy?"
"As many as we'll want too."
"Mmmm... Ranma, I've been thinking."
"About what?"
"The house. I've enjoyed living here, the past few years, but I feel that it's time for a change. It's grand, but it's so big that sometimes I feel overwhelmed by all that space. How about for the New Year we build a place that's a bit cozier... Something like the dojo."
"You miss the dojo?"
"A little. I lived some of the best years of my life there," Akane gave Ranma a sly glance. "And some of the most frustrating." Ranma chuckled. "But all in all, life there was good, and I wouldn't mind living someplace like that again."
"I think I can arrange something," said Ranma. "But I think it'll get crowded, with all of us living there. We'll be tripping over each other left and right."
"Who says we all have to live there? Our friends and family are big boys and girls now; they don't need you hovering around all the time anymore. Besides, the idea of having you all to myself I find quite appealing."
"Well, when you put it that way," Ranma turned, wrapped both arms around Akane and kissed her on the lips. "How can I refuse? We'll start on it after I take care of a few matters."
"Yes, that will be fine." Akane looked away for a moment, then back at Ranma. Ranma's expression grew serious when he saw the inexplicable sadness in her warm, brown eyes.
"Ranma?"
"What, love?"
"Are... Oh, never mind. It isn't important." Akane stood up and pulled Ranma up with her. The sadness was gone, as suddenly as it had appeared, replaced by a sensuous gleam. She stroked his cheek then kissed him. "Let's go to bed."
"Oh? You have something in mind?"
"Yes. Several somethings, all quite exciting and strenuous." She took her husband by the hand and led him back into the house and to their bedroom. When they entered Ranma dimmed the lights. They gently undressed each other and made slow, glorious love. When they finished Akane was lying on top of Ranma, nuzzling at his neck. Ranma caressed her back, his eyes half-closed. He inhaled her scent, kissed her on the cheek and laid his head back on the pillow. His eyes closed, his breathing became slow and regular. Akane carefully rolled off of him and covered themselves with blankets. She lay on her side, her head propped up on her hand, and watched her husband sleep, tracing her forefinger along the muscular contours of his chest and stomach. Her lips were curved in a small, sad smile, and her eyes glimmered with ineffable fear and sorrow. Ranma stirred in his sleep, blinking, slowly awakening. The sadness and fear vanished from Akane, skillfully concealed.
"I fell asleep," murmured Ranma.
"Yes, I know."
"I'm sorry."
Akane giggled. "Don't be. When you fall asleep like that it confirms to me that I still have what it takes to keep up with you."
Ranma laughed, rolling on his side and catching her up in his embrace. They kissed for a while, hands roaming across each other in pleasurable afterplay. Then Akane sighed and hugged Ranma hard.
"Ranma?"
"Yes, Akane?"
"Have you decided what you are going to do about what the Merovingian told you?"
"...Yes. I'm going to kill the One."
Akane shivered. "It is so strange to hear you say such a thing."
"It feels strange to me to say it. But let's not have any illusions about our lives, love. I kill all the time. So have our friends. So have you."
"But the ones we've killed are Agents - Agents and their hapless chevals. What you plan to do is different."
"In what way?"
"I don't know," Akane admitted unhappily. "I don't know, but it FEELS different. I can't help but feel that we don't have the right to interfere in this."
"I have every right. He's a threat, Akane - a threat to our friends, our family, and most importantly, to you. I cannot allow such a threat to stand." Akane sighed, closing her eyes and resting her forehead against Ranma's chest. Ranma sighed in turn, and caressed her cheek.
"He just wants to do for his people the same thing you did for us, Ranma," Akane whispered. "Is that so wrong?"
"No, it isn't. But he will fail, and end up destroying everything. Do you want that, Akane?"
"No... But..."
Ranma sighed again. "What DO you want? I can't deny you anything, Akane. Tell me what you want, and I'll do my best to fulfill it."
"...What I want is for you to do what you think is right, and to be true to yourself." Akane lifted her head and looked into Ranma's eyes, the blue eyes she found so beautiful, so captivating. "Most of all, I don't want this to destroy you. That is what I fear the most. Don't let it destroy you. My life would be cold and empty without you."
Ranma hugged her fiercely. "I will do all that you ask. I promise. I love you."
"And I love you..." Akane cupped Ranma's face between her small hands and kissed him passionately. "Make love to me again, Ranma."
"Yes..."
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Author's Notes - I have no idea why I wrote this. I'm usually not too keen on such disparate crossovers (which probably makes me a hypocrite, considering my Kasumi the Wayfarer series). All I know is that I got the idea soon after I saw The Matrix Reloaded and it practically demanded to be let out. Now that I have the first chapter down, we'll see what happens from here. Perhaps I'll try to finish it; perhaps I'll offer it as a freebie for someone else to finish. If I decide on the latter I'll make an announcement, though I'll doubt anyone will want to take me up on the offer.
Oh well. As always, comments and criticism are welcome.
Thanks for your time and tolerance,
Jeremy Harper
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