AN1: Well, my muse has been working overtime on me lately while I've been so sick, and so I've come up with even MORE story ideas. Luckily for my fragile hold on my sanity this was the only new idea I really and truly focused on.

AN2: I am still sick. Oh so sick. So updates will be about once a month until I'm better. But then again, I am updating multiple stories at once because of that though. So, take your pick.

AN3: Thanks to GunnerRyu for going over this chapter.

AN4: As I had noticed a major story related error in chapter two and some minor time line related error in both of chapters three and four, there were some minor corrections made throughout the entire story.

AN5: Slightly revised yet again. God, what is with me and revisions, seriously huh?

AN6: Slightly revised yet again, this time in the utterly vain hopes of fixing some of my formatting issues, IE the god damn bold problem.

Summery: What had turned the Senshi of Pluto into such a cold hearted woman? Well having her family die in a blood feud long before the Moon Kingdom ever even fell could have been the start. See what happens when she finally finds a lost piece of her past.

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CHAOTIC TIME

CHAPTER ONE

A MOTHER AND CHILD REUNION

Juban, Japan: The Outers' mansion: Setsuna's room: late one night

Some, if not all, of the people that knew her would readily acknowledge the fact that one Setsuna Meiou, otherwise known as Sailor Pluto and the Senshi of Time, was a cold hearted woman. In fact, some of them would even go so far as to gleefully say that she was an utterly frigid bitch. Most, if not all, of the other Senshi had attributed it to the three interconnecting facts of her, one, having survived the Moon Kingdom's fall, while two, at the same time her having been the only survivor of that said kingdom, and then there was finally three, which was her having then been forced to wait for them all to be reborn while she had been forced to remain all alone.

They would all be utterly wrong of course, for the fact of the matter was that Setsuna Meiou had sealed off her heart a long, long time before any of those things had ever happened.

Why you may ask?

Well, if anyone would dare to peek into the said woman's room at the moment, they would have had all of their questions answered.

Luckily for Setsuna, no one that she knows is that stupidly suicidal. So there was no one able to witness her crying over a photo album at the moment. In it it showed pictures of a happy and smiling Setsuna, a handsome and proud red haired man, and a giggling baby boy.

Setsuna then continued to look through the album, letting it show her the pictures of her and this red headed man together as the child aged into a handsome young man.

Then came the final set of pictures, with those being ones of her standing beside two caskets while dressed all in black.

Setsuna then fiercely wept over the pictures of her husband and son's funeral.

Nerima, Japan: The Tendo house: Ranma's room: a few hours later

Ranma Saotome, the heir to the Saotome School of Anything Goes Martial Arts, and probably the best practitioner of any of the three schools of Anything Goes Martial Arts in all honest honesty, awoke with a start while sweating heavily as he did so.

"Man, that dream again." Ranma muttered as he slowly managed to slow his breathing down. He then laid back down on his futon while he thought back upon the dreams that had been plaguing him every night for a little over a month.

They all had started out nice enough. Well, in the beginning that is. In them he had both a loving mother and a loving father, and they both truly cared for him. His mother had been some sort of mage or something, while his father had been a true martial artist, and he was nothing at all like his current stupid father.

His father had taught him his art, but he had always felt that he was a slight disappointment to his mother for his not being a girl, and thus not being able to learn her style of magic from her.

His mother had always told him when he addressed her about that, that that was nonsense, and that she loved him, and that while, yes, she did wish that she could teach him to use her style of magic, she was not disappointed with him in the slightest for his not being able to learn to do so.

He however, had always felt differently. He had felt that his mother should be able to teach him the magic that she so secretly, yet so obviously, so wished to teach him. But he was a male, and all of the practitioners of her style of magic had to be a female.

So he had thrown himself into his father's art, while at the same time snatching up all his mother's books and any other such things on the subject of magic that he could find while no one was looking. He was determined to show her that, even if he was a male, he still could learn something from her, anything, so that she would not be so sad.

It seemed from the notes that he had read on the subject that you must be a female to be bound to a planet that would then supply you with its elemental magic, well at least according to the notes he had read that is. And only one woman could be bound to any one planet at any one time as well it seemed, although there was a clause in there about heirs or some other such nonsense. He couldn't really understand everything in those documents. Hey, he was only thirteen at the time.

So there truly was no way that he could learn his mother's style of magic, for he was not a woman, nor could he just try to bond himself to a planet anyways, for all the planets had already been bonded to.

He had felt depressed about this for a bit, but then he had decided that if he could not be bound to a planet to learn his mother's style of magic, he would just have to learn his own style of magic, one that his mother could help him with. It might not be her style of magic, but it would be something similar, something that he could do with his mother.

He had then immediately discounted all of the known types of magic that he knew that males normally learned, for, as they were nothing like his mother's, and, as they were also well known styles of magic, he obviously would not need his mother to help him with them.

He had then thought about what he was currently doing with his father. He had just been acknowledged as an advanced student in his father's art, and he was now undergoing his quest for his mastery. His father's art was one of personal adaptability. To become a true master of the style, one must take all one has learned and truly make it their own by personalizing the style to them. In other words, they must take all of what they have learned and make a new style out of it. His father had told him that his style of his art was nothing like his sensei's had been, and that once he was finished, his style would be nothing like the style that he had taught him.

Thus he had come to the conclusion that he would invent a new style of magic, one that he could show his mother when he had a few things down, enough so that she could not laugh at him for doing it, and so that she would instead wish to help him out with it.

And so he had become the first and only practitioner of chaos magic at the age of fifteen.

When his mother first found out, she had been livid. She was screaming things at him like 'Why would you do something so dangerous?' and other such things of that nature.

He had just looked at her and sadly replied 'I just wanted you to be proud of me.'

He did get in some trouble, though not with his mother. No, it was with some other woman. She must have been someone really important though, for his mother and his father and he were all kneeling to her. She went on and on about his making up and using a very dangerous style of magic without any of the proper authority or supervision.

Then his mother and another woman were assigned to help him develop this new style of magic, while they properly recorded their progress.

A few more years went by and he had become both an accomplished mage and a warrior, but yet when he was eighteen, he had died along with his father when someone his father called his cousin attacked them while they were out on a father son bonding trip, along with a rather large army.

He remembered the nightmares of that fight. He had taken out about a quarter of the army by himself, while his father was responsible for a good sixth of it. And the only reason that he was ahead of his father in that count was the fact that his father was not using any magic, while he was. But then his father had been injured by the man he had called his cousin, and while he was distracted by his father's sound of pain, he was then stabbed through his heart and his throat at the same time. As he fell backwards while dying, he saw his father's cousin deliver the deathblow to his father. His final thoughts had been 'I'm sorry mom. I'll see you soon dad.'

Every night the dreams had focused more on one or another particular aspect of his life, but they had always ended with him and his father dying in that battle.

"Damn it! I just wish I knew what these dreams mean." he then sighed out as he rolled over. He then saw his alarm clock and he noticed that he had been just laying there while thinking for over three hours, for it was now five thirty in the morning.

Deciding that maybe he should just get up, he did so. And then after a quick bath, he went to help out Kasumi in the kitchen.

The Gates of Time: a few days later

Setsuna was not at all a happy camper at the moment. No, she was feeling more along the lines of like the murderous psychopath out to kill all of those said happy campers. Jason Voorhees would be both awed and terrified at her current feelings of murderous rage. He might have even of asked for some tips to get into that state of mind so easily. And the main object of her ire was currently just standing there in front of her while doing its job, for one of the objects that had induced the utter wrath of the last Princess of Pluto was the Gates of Time.

Setsuna had been, over the last two days, running the Gates of Time annual centennial system diagnostics, when, close to the end of her diagnostic, she had come across a red flag that she had never been alerted to. A seventeen year old red flag.

Very curious as to what could have escaped her attention for so long and supposedly not have it bite her hard in the ass as per usual, Setsuna had looked at it, and then she had gone a whiter shade of pale. "Seventeen years." She whispered softly. "He's been alive for seventeen years!" Setsuna then screamed aloud.

Setsuna had then immediately attempted to locate her reborn son, and after finding him and then watching just fifteen minutes of his life, she was about ready to explode in a blast of righteous motherly fury.

Setsuna then stood back, took a few deep breaths and calmed down for a moment, and then she decided that she needed the whole picture. So she watched her reborn son's entire life.

That viewing was not at all good for Setsuna's blood pressure, nor was any good for most of the people that were close to her son at the moment, especially one Genma Saotome. After seeing what he had done to her baby, well let us just say she was prepared to do some things to him that had been banned on over one thousand worlds in five system spanning empires in the past for excessive cruelty.

So it was a good thing for her blood pressure that she eventually came to the latest month of his life, for "He's remembering." Setsuna said softly. "He's truly remembering." She then whispered in joy.

And Setsuna had vowed there and then that she would see her son and get him away from there before the day was out.

Nerima, Japan: Outside Furinkan Koukou: long after school had ended

School was out, and Ranma was in a very bad mood. No, wait, scratch that. A very bad mood would be and could be only an utter and vast improvement upon his current mood, for Ranma was about ready to start nuking all of Nerima with some very potent Ki blasts, while leaving no survivors. Brolly himself would have been proud at the destructive, murderous thoughts now running through and dominating his mind. What had finally pushed Ranma to this point you may ask? Well first off there was that three way fight between Akane, Uyko and Shampoo during the morning break that had somehow been entirely his fault, and for which he had gotten detention for only for just trying to break it up, while they, well Akane and Uyko at the least, had gotten off scot-free. Shampoo doesn't go to Furinkan Koukou, so she wasn't their problem to ignore. Well, that had been the start. Next had come the three way brawl between himself, Happosai and Ryoga, Mousse and Kuno around the girl's gym during his lunch hour, the latter three having decided to triple team him in response to some imagined slights against their loves.

That fight had not only gotten him suspended for the rest of the month, and it had made him not only miss his lunch, but the meal Kasumi had made him had been crushed into a fine paste like substance by Ryoga's surprise attack with his umbrella. Boy had the pig boy had paid for that one. No one messes with a Kasumi made meal. Well, all of that had helped a lot as well. And then finally, there was being forced to clean up the ruble of the schools girl's gym locker room, where most of the fighting had taken place, and all by himself for Happosai, Mousse and Ryoga are considered his problems while Kuno, well, let us just say having your father as the principle of your school can cut you a lot of slack. All those things had ticked Ranma off to no end, and it was now about five o'clock in the evening and Ranma was finally just about ready to head home, when he heard a woman's voice behind him ask him in a questioning tone "Ranma Saotome?"

Ranma sighed heavily, and then as he turned around while stating "Look Miss, I already have enough…." The words then suddenly died in his throat as he saw the woman before him. She was absolutely gorgeous. But that's not what had killed his voice. He recognized this woman. She was from his dreams. She was his…

"Mother?" Ranma then asked in a small, soft and dazed sounding voice.

"I was once. Once long ago." The woman replied with tears in her eyes. "If I had known that you had been reborn, I would have been here much sooner, I can promise you that my son." She stated while a few tears fell down her face.

"Reborn?" Ranma asked in the same small, soft and dazed voice he had previously used.

"Yes. Ranma, if you would take my hand, I can take us to a place where we can talk about this with no interruptions." She said while looking around nervously.

Ranma nodded in his daze, and then he grabbed her hand. And then the two of them then winked out of existence, much to the surprise of anyone who was watching, which included one girl in one Nabiki Tendo's employment with a video camera pointed at them while it was currently taping.

The Gates of Time: moments later

Ranma suddenly came out of his slight daze as he looked around himself. "What, where are we?" He asked, while he was slowly coming out of his daze.

"The Gates of Time." The woman, no, his mother, told him in reply.

"I, I think I remember this place. I snuck in here a few times and you were so pissed off about my doing that. You were cursing my chaos magic up and down for allowing me to do it." Ranma softly said as he slowly looked around.

"Yes. How much do you truly remember Ranma?" His mother asked of him.

"I, I don't know. I've been having these, these, dreams I guess you could say, over the past few weeks, and in them I was me, but yet I was not me, ya know? In them I was your son, and I think I got a brief overview of my, last, um, lifetime, I guess, but what's going on? That must have been so long ago, so how can you still be alive mom? What's happening?" Ranma asked, now sounding just slightly afraid.

"Ranma, please sit down." His mother said while pointing to a table and some chairs that had just appeared out of the fog that surrounded the place.

"Um, ok." He said while sitting in one of the chairs as his mother sat in the other.

"Well at least your memories of the past is better than that of the girls, well all except for Hotaru that is, but it still is like Swiss Cheese. I guess I am going to have to give you this." She said while gesturing to a glass of green liquid sitting on the table.

"What is it?" Ranma cautiously asked.

"Well…, it's…., I guess the best way to describe it is that it's a memory unlocker. It will unlock all of your past life's memories for you." She told him.

Ranma then looked dubiously at the dark green concoction that was sitting on the table.

Setsuna, seeing the look of doubt on her son's face asked "What's wrong Ranma?"

"Umm," Ranma started off with. "I really don't know how to ask this." He then continued with. After just sitting in silence for a moment, Setsuna then asked

"Ask what Ranma?"

"Umm, this won't make me forget the current me, will it? I mean, I won't be exchanging my current set of memories for the ones of my past self, will I?" Ranma quickly asked.

Setsuna blinked for a moment, and then after a soft and quickly muttered "Damn them." she told Ranma "No. In fact all this will really do is strengthen the hold you already have on your past self's memories. His life will still be, secondary, to your current one. It will seem like a dream that you can never forget, one of those dreams that feel so real that you can never forget them. I guess that's a good way to put it. Honestly, I've never had to take this, so I can only go by the description of its effects." She admitted.

"Ok. So I'll still remain me? I'll just have a second set of memories that seem, like, like a vision?" Ranma asked while still eyeing the potion on the table a little nervously.

"That sounds about right." Setsuna said in reply.

Ranma sat there while just looking at the potion on the table, and then he suddenly exclaimed while reaching for the dark green liquid "Ah, what the hell. It can't be worse then the tomboy's cooking." And then he downed the entire glass in one shot.

Ranma then clutched his head while he screamed in agony and then he shortly thereafter past out.

Setsuna looked at her son lying on the ground in front of her and softly said "I'm sorry Ranma. It'll all be better soon. I promise."