“Blood Calls Out For Blood” A Ranma ½ / Sailor Moon Crossover Sailor Moon and all related properties are properties of Naoko Takeuchi. Ranma ½ and all related properties are properties of Rumiko Takashi. This story is inspired by Vaughan Stevens’ “Recruiting” and I owe him a debt of gratitude for a good story and inspiration. Chapter 1 - Rebuilding Ranma stood over the gravemarker, wearing a white suit as he looked over the final resting place for the eternal wanderer. “Damn it, Ryouga…It’s going to be hard. Not to see you again. Heck, even when you were riding me, it was a lot of fun.” Carefully placing one of Ryouga’s own bandanas upon the headstone, he stood straight. “I guess I sort of how you know you feel though. About the revenge thing. I so wanted to rip that creature up with my bare hands. And what happens? A girl kills it. A girl!” He says, almost outraged, before shaking his head. “Who am I kidding. Stories say she’s been doing this for ages. I guess the only thing I can do is make sure no more of those things hurts anyone we care about.” A hand rested on Ranma’s shoulder, causing him to look up. “Oh, Heya, Uchan.” The Okonomiyaki chef and long time friend sighed gently. “I know how much it hurts, Ranchan. Losin’ friends. I remember when I thought I lost you. Again and again. But this time he’s not comin’ back is he?” Ukyou Kuonji shook her head. “If it helps any, I’m always here to listen.” Ranma nodded silently before patting the stone once more then turned to leave the cemetery. He had work to do, which firstly included training. He didn’t know how to train to hunt demons, but if he had to hunt demons, then that’s what he’d do. Akane stepped into the dojo to investigate the noises within. As she opened the shouji, she saw a familiar redhead, moving almost fiercely as she practiced an unfamiliar kata. “Ranma, what’s with all the noice in h…” She paused as she noticed onna-Ranma’s bleak expression. “Hi, Akane.” Ranma’s voice was as stony as her expression. “Just.. trying to work out a new technique.” Akane’s heart sank a little. “You’re going after those demons aren’t you?” She snorted. “Baka. Knowing you, you’re gonna try to leave me out of it, aren’t you?” An expression of righteous indignation crossed her face. “Don’t even think about it, Ranma!” Ranma just leveled an even glare at her. “Ryouga’s already dead, Akane. I don’t want you j… I don’t wanna see you get yourself killed.” There wasn’t the mocking teasing that Ranma’s voice usually contained whenever he belittled her skills. Akane paused for a moment. “Wait a second, Ranma. You aren’t dumb enough to think you can go after them all alone, are you?” She says, a hint of irritation in her tone, masking her concern. “Come on, you told me yourself, it took Sailor Moon to take the last one out. Let them handle it!” Ranma frowns a bit. “No. That thing killed Ryouga. I’m not going to let it kill anyone else. Nobody deserves what happened to Ryouga. Not even Kunou. Besides, I’m not going to let a girl who dances around in clothing like that get hurt. I don’t want anyone hurt, Akane! Espec… Not even you!” She blushed furiously. Akane blinked and turned in frustration. “Ranma no baka.” She swore under her breath, heading to her room. It was fortunate, at least for Ranma’s waning pride, that she never saw the redhead wipe away a few tears before she went back to her work. Kino Makoto placed a comforting hand on her queen’s shoulder. “There’s nothing you could have done, Usagi. I know it hurts. Believe me, I still can’t believe they’re gone either. But we can’t give up now. We’ve tried so hard to keep people safe. We can’t just lay down and let them roll over us.” Tsukino Usagi looked up to her friend with redrimmed eyes. “I know. It still hurts, though. I thought Setsuna would have warned us about something like this!” Meiou Setsuna looked down shamefacedly. “Something was blocking. Something chaotic. It was like Galaxia all over again. I am sorry I failed you. You, and Rei, and Ami… I should have seen something. But I couldn’t see a thing, I swear to you.” Usagi nodded weakly. “It’s alright, Setsuna. We’ll figure something out.” She whispered hoarsely as she looked down at the shimmering objects clenched softly in her fists. “I promise you, Ami, Rei. We’ll figure something out.” Minako wiped her face and sat back. “Who was that girl you were talking to, Usagi?” Usagi paused for a moment then shook her head. “I don’t know. She was a friend to one of the people who died… then. She looked strong… Very strong.” Makoto shook her head. “That was an understatement. If you were right when you mentioned that Mouko Takabisha thing, then she’d have to be. Stuff like that takes years of training. Even masters of martial arts have difficulty doing that kind of thing. Makes me wonder if she’d be interested…” Usagi just blinked. “You mean… if she would be interested in taking one of their places?” Minako looked confused as Makoto nodded. “Yes… I hate to say it, but without Ami and Rei, we’re already in trouble. If she’s interested and as powerful as we think she is, then maybe we can get back at those things. And let Rei and Ami rest.” Usagi pauses. “I don’t like it. But I understand. And only hope Ami and Rei can forgive us.”