I got this idea from the fanfic Ranmazoku.
Ranma and Sailor moon belong to someone else.  If you're important and
don't like this, let me know and I'll stop.  If you're not important and
you don't like this, bugger off.

Finishing what you start.
Prelude


The heat breaks around me, and I find myself once more floating in the
air above Jusendo.  The warmth from the
enormous fireball around me scorches the air making it difficult to
breathe.  Not for the first time since the
beginning of all of this I wonder what the hell am I doing here?  Then
the battle is rejoined and I am left no more
time to think.  The desperate midair combat, while exhilarating, is
quite possible the stupidest thing I have ever
had the pleasure of participating in.  Hovering in the air in front of
me is Saffron.  His wings beat methodically to
maintain his altitude, while I rely on the updraft to stay air-born.
The phoenix flits around the open area throwing
fireballs and I respond as best I can.  I rely on precision and energy
diversion to stay in the battle, while I keep the
most of my energy and power in reserve, as I'm sure my opponent is.  The
energy Saffron is throwing at me is
monstrous and more than enough to crush even the most powerful of
humans.  If he has that much energy to spare,
than I was in trouble....


"RANMA!" a bellow interrupts my memories.  I have the smallest fraction
of a second in which to look up and
begin a response of 'huh' when I come face to face with a fifty-pound
bludgeon attached to a long pole attached to
the girl who I have to live with.  SLAM!


Ouch.


I resist the impulse to glare at Akane, and limit myself to rubbing my
head as I tenuously ask, "What did you do
that for!?"


"You idiot," she snapped peevishly at me, shifting that monstrosity that
she calls a mallet in her grip as though to
 prepare for another strike.  "You were ignoring me!" she bellowed.
"Now.  I asked you a question and I want an
answer."


It seems I might be in trouble.  Personally, I'm of the opinion that her
excuse for striking me was pretty pathetic,
but I'm of the opinion that people shouldn't try to kill me no matter
what the reason.  I rack my brain for anything
to say that would spare me more strikes with that mallet.  Nothing
presents itself.  I sigh internally and asked,
"What was the question again?"


I'm treated to the sight of Akane turning a brilliant shade of purple,
and triple her increase in malevolent energy.
The air around her turns red, and I am almost certain that the chain-
link I am walking on has begun to melt.  I
quickly hop off of it in order to avoid the now weak metal from dumping
me into the canal beside us.  This had the
unfortunate side effect of placing me within easy striking distance.
After I recovered from the blow to the back of
the head that launched me into the building across the street, Akane
took the liberty of answering my question.


"I asked," she emphasized angrily, as though it were the most important
question I have ever been asked in my
miserable life, "where you've been going late at night."  She became
even angrier after asking, no doubt imagining
me cavorting and performing wanton acts of carnality with my other
fiancés.  For all her talk of my perversion, it
seems strange that she can't even go three thoughts about me without me
being engaged in something sexual.  I've
always found it quite disturbing.


I keep these thoughts to myself, as they are completely un-Ranma like,
and much more Ran like.  I instead answer,
"None of your business you uncute tomboy."  The malevolent energy she is
secreting triples beautifully, and I bask
in it even as the strike of her mallet sends me flying.  A win-win
situation I think to myself wryly.  I get dark
energy, and I get to escape that fearsomely deviant personality.   Life
is good.  I relax, or try to relax as best I can
while soaring through the air without any means of guiding or slowing my
descent.  I take these peaceful moments
to reflect on how I got into this situation.  I don't mean flying
through the air.  That was an unimportant side effect
of my original situation.


It had seemed like such an honor.  I, Ran, an unimportant peon in the
grand army of darkness being summoned
before my lord, He-Who-Remembers, for a mission of the utmost
importance.  That mission?  To infiltrate the
world of the light, and begin the destruction of the barriers that held
He-Who-Remember's powers in check.  I was
chosen mainly because my power level was so low that I could easily slip
through the holes in the barrier, like a
minnow escaping from a tuna net.  But there was another reason I had
been chosen.  An important reason.  I
always finish what I set out to do.  I was famous for it, despite my
miniscule power level.  I was famous for it, and I
was respected for it.  No matter what the conditions, what the
hardships, I always finish what I start.


I reach the apex of my flight as I remember these things, and how I
arrived here.  I remember how I disguised
myself as a child who had died alone and frightened in a pit full of
cats.  I remember how during my travel across
Japan, I would slip out late in the night, after the human who called
himself my father was in a drunk stupor.  How
I would range across the cities, finding the miniscule points of power
that I could handle, and undid the knots that
made up the barrier.  I remember how...


Uh-oh.  I'm approaching the ground now.  There is good news/bad news
waiting for me.  Good news, is that I'm
aiming for a patch of green among a rocky section of some park in
another part of Tokyo.  The bad news is that
there is somebody already there.


"Get out of the way!" I bellow as I begin the final stages of my
descent.  The four women who are currently
occupying my landing bad startle and look up.  They freeze as they get a
good look at me, coming fast and hard.  I
swear under my breath.  If I land on them they could get hurt.  If they
get hurt, suspicion will be cast upon me.  If
I'm under scrutiny, I might have trouble continuing my work.  I have
only one solution to these problems.


Even as the women began to move I'm stretching my shirt out with my
arms.  As I twist my body hard to the left
the air catches my impromptu parachute, and I'm diverted enough to the
side to avoid landing on the bystanders.
And instead land right on a pile of sharp looking rocks.


CRUNCH-SMASH-SLAM-SCREEECH-THUNK


Ow.


I groggily shake my head and put a hand up to it, as the other one moves
under my body and pushes me up off the
ground.  I began to check myself for injuries even as the four women who
I nearly dive bombed began to sound
there voices.


"Oh my god!  What happened?  Are you all right?" one of them shouts, a
short girl wearing dark clothing with
dark hair and pale skin.  I decide not to answer that one, as she was
trying to help, and sarcasm would likely offend
her.


"Where the hell did she come from?" another asks, a taller blond dressed
as a man.  She probably pulled it off
really well, but I have too much experience with cross dressers to fall
for them that often.  Another women with
aqua hair stands beside the cross-dresser, and the aqua haired one
merely shakes her head, her mouth slightly
agape.


I remember there being another standing with the original four, but I
can't see her from my present position,
namely at the end of a six foot skid mark surrounding by shattered
rocks.  I push myself into a sitting position,
while I continue my internal inspection of both my injuries, and my
surrounding.  The park itself is pretty
undamaged, so it stands to reason that I'm not anywhere near Nerima.
That's good, a chance to catch my breath
before the crazies catch up.  The dark haired girl has crossed the
difference and now kneels beside me, eyes alight
with worry.  I look past her to where she and the others had been
sitting.  A large square piece of cloth lays spread
out over the green, and a cliché little wicker basket sits on top of it.
Several sandwiches and thermoses lay on the
cloth.


"Sorry about ruining your picnic," I say in a tired little voice.
Nothing seems broken, and I don't feel like have a
concussion, so I should be just find.  The girl squatting next to me
gapes at me after I speak.


"Forget the picnic!" she says anxiously.  "Are you all right?  Where did
you come from?  How come you came out
of the air?"  The questions start to flow out of her, as she looks me
over for bones and blood.  She seems like a nice
girl, but I move to cut off her questions.


"I'm fine, I'm fine," I tell her, brushing off her concern.  I stand up
from my slouch stiffly, rubbing my shoulders a
bit.  "This kind of thing happens all the time," I tell her as she looks
at me.  The other two women are almost
gaping at me now.  They must have never been to Nerima.  That means
they're going to ask questions.  Oh boy.


"All the time?" a new voice queries.  I look over my shoulder to the
left and I see the fourth women who had
disappeared.  It was all I could do to keep it from being my turn to
gape.  The women was medium sized, a little
shorter from the gender-bender blonde over there.  She had amazing green
hair and unusual red eyes.  I thought for
a moment they might be contacts, but upon further reflection I could see
that they were naturally that color.
Amazing.


"Yea," I say and put my hand behind my head to scratch nervously at my
pig-tail.  Time to give my trademark
introduction.  "I'm Ranma Saotome.  Sorry about this.