A "Quest" Side Story
Chronicled by Dro'gan NiteFlier
Disclaimer: Ranma ½ and its characters and settings belong
to Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Kitty, and Viz Video.
Foreword: No Chobits were abused during the making of this fic.
In fact, no Chobits even appear in this fic. Heck, it has so little
to do with Chobits that I actually doubt it should even be
in this section
this is a Ranmafic? Oh. Err
carry on then. No worries.
The old woman sat at her desk, pausing in her writing as she looked
over the letter. It explained, in couched terms, why she had not
returned to her home after the reason for her being here had been
gone for five years.
I send this to you in reply to your repeated insistence
for myself and my great-granddaughter return Home. Perhaps
an account of the peoples that I have told you of here that
were connected to the young man will satisfy you.
The first is my descendant. While she still hopes to
see the young man someday, she has, surprisingly, moved
on. Yes, that is right; she is ignoring the tradition and
is seeking other attention now. She still bats your great-grandson
up the wall whenever he gets too near, though. I can't really
say that I blame her, for once her heart was set on the
young man, she would not settle for less. I don't think
that I would either. She has made herself into a very good
cook and businesswoman, however, and has started hinting
that she wants to take over the restaurant when I return
Home. She is seeking out one that rivals the young man,
and I wish her luck.
Your great-grandson is surprisingly tenacious when
it comes to my great-granddaughter. He has not stopped in
his crusade to win her heart, but as I said, I doubt that
her standards will ever fall below godly. I hope that one
day he will see (no pun intended) that she is simply not
the one that he shall win.
Moving on to the others, I believe that I told you
of another cook, a very strange girl at that. She still
runs her restaurant in competition to mine, and despite
several tries to run each other out of business, I have
become good friends with her. She still has her own helper
who pines after her, the effeminate shinobi, but as she
has told me, the image in her eyes of the young man is unmatchable;
much like it is for my great-granddaughter. Speaking of
the two, they have become somewhat good friends, one teaching
the other of Japanese, and the other teaching her of femininity.
It was a curious sight to see my young business rival walking
around town in a dress, as it was to see my own descendant
finally failing to butcher the language that was forced
upon her, even though she has grown to love the land.
Of the three sisters, the eldest was ill recently,
causing the entire family to worry that she would fall to
the same killer as her mother. Fortunately for all involved,
the young lady has recovered for the most part, and is now
spending her days persuing her dreams at college. I believe
that you might be surprised by that last statement, because
of what I told you before. Yes, the young lady was the foundation
of her household, fulfilling the duties of the lady of the
home, but that burden has shifted to another, for during
her illness, her father worried so much about her that he
had to be admitted into the hospital as well, and came out
of it married once again. Of the three daughters, the eldest
took it the best, partially because she had befriended the
lady during her tenure at the hospital, and partially because
it finally balanced her father out, something that he has
desperately needed for quite some time now.
The middle sister was surprised at first, even though
her mercenary exterior belied such. But a careful application
love and care from both her elder sister and her new mother,
and her icy façade failed. She now counts stocks
at the Tokyo Exchange, and is on the rise in the corporate
world. In a surprising twist of events, one of her former
boyfriends met her there, and the two have hit it off again.
I received an invitation to their wedding just yesterday,
and will be pleased to go.
Now the hard one. The youngest of the sisters, another
competitor for the heart of the young man, has recently
been admitted to an institution. The shock of both her father
and sister's marriages must have been too much for her already
broken heart. A young kendoist of good repute proposed to
her as well, despite having been rebuffed in kind since
well before the young man came onto the scene. Perhaps the
longing in her heart for the young man, coupled with the
activities of her household in preparation for matrimony,
caused a temporary insanity in her, but then again, maybe
the young kendoist simply proposed one to many times. Fortunately,
he is still alive, but not well, I am sorry to say. The
girl was restrained for her own good, and put where perhaps
she could recover from a great deal of stress.
The young kendoist has a sister who also fought for
the heart of the young man. In counterpoint to the happenings
of her brother's preferred wife, she has grown a great deal
saner, and indeed, has made great friends with the eldest
sister, who is attending the same foundation of learning
as she. I told you before that the young gymnast was an
herbalist, and I think that she was the one who slipped
the eldest sister the cure to her ailment. But that is speculation,
for I have never received confirmation from either of them.
That, I believe, rounds out all the suitors of the
young man, so let me move on to his rivals, starting with
the one that is cursed in the same manner, but not type,
as the young man. This wandering man had a fixation on the
youngest sister, but that has faded with time and the care
of another. Unfortunately, his new girlfriend seemed more
attached to the animal in her care than him, so he left
her, vowing never to return. Surprisingly enough, given
what I have told you of him before, he has never seen her
again. His cursed sense of placement usually takes him to
the place he wants to be least, but I wonder what my kitchen
did to him? That's right, he spends his time (part-time,
at least) helping at my restaurant, and practicing with
my great-granddaughter. I think that that pairing is one
of the least expected to work out, so I shall send you some
pictures of the wedding when they finally tie themselves
Another rival of the young man is well known to you,
the prince (or princess) of our neighboring kingdom. Yes,
that is right, the dragon occasionally shows up now and
again to see if the young man has returned, for in his words,
"We're not done yet". I'm not sure whether to
believe him or not that the young man is returning here,
not after the mode of his disappearance so long ago.
The young man himself left behind his father and mother,
and quite frankly, I'm surprised that the man's head is
still connected to his shoulders for his part in the fiasco.
Apparently, though no public justice was received, he did
make private apologies to all involved, and has not been
much trouble since. The young man's mother has taken it
upon herself to prepare for his return, perhaps feeling
the same as the dragon that one day he shall be among us
again. Be that as it may, her home is always ready for him
I believe that I have captured the major players in
the little drama that played out so long ago here. I hope
that you are well, my friend, and I will send you another
letter soon. Now I must compose a missive to the Council,
and explain to them why I am staying here.
With love, Blossom in Sunlight
The old woman smiled as she folded the letter and dabbed a bit
of wax on it to seal it. She stood and walked to the fireplace,
taking the letter and placing it among the flames. As she watched
the letter burn, she smiled softly to her friend, "I hope this
one gets to you quickly. I shall write again soon."
With that, the old woman turned and chuckled to herself, thinking
of what ruses she might employ to keep the Council from demanding
her return to the tiny village that their nation called home. As
she looked out the window at the sky, she wondered if her friend
could understand that she now called this crazy little town Home.
A final thought before getting out a new sheet of paper struck
Where did the young man now consider Home?
A much traveled man encircled his arms around a beautiful woman,
drinking in the scent of her hair, and pleased at being merely in
her company. He looked around their room, and sighed. The woman
in his arms stirred, and looked up at him questioningly. "My
He smiled at her and embraced her tightly.
Editor's notes: This is labeled a side story, but the story that
it's based on is not yet available for reading. Dro'gan decided
to release this first.
Quest, when gets going, will have a bit of an odd format.
It will begin with a short called simply "Quest", and
then the plan is to have a series of five stories separated by interludes.
Quest is a Ranma crossover story using the game series
Quest for Glory as the add-in element. Ranma is to be the
hero of the tale, natch. The idea is to have one story per game,
plus four interludes in between the stories. A bit of a task, but
one he has high hopes of finishing.