Greeting! 
        Hell, I finally found an place to dump my anime fanfic here!!!
        Cool:) After all, I have bben cajoled by some members of my group to
just plain JUST DO IT! slogan of theirs....

        Hopefully, You guys who just so happens to get this won't be
disappointed. I really still have to complete the whole plot. One thing is:
I'm not making this fanfic center WAAAAAy too much on the  character I made out.
        This is basically a....tatadatadaaaaaaa!!! Ranma 1/2 & Sailormoon
crossover w/ more to come. After all, if you're to make a crossover, why
make it small? :)

        <Insert gasps of incredulity or surprise or amazement here>
        Yes. Yes. A megacrossover but one to start from Ranma and
Sailormoon. Ain't gonna tell you what else as of yet. Don't want to spoil my
surprise.. Also, please forgive this humble author for being unable to bring
you laughter too amny times in this fic. And also, I hope you would give me
your critics or flames on this one.

        Let it begin!!!!!!!!!1
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Angel's Folly 
A story by: Karl Villanueva (radler@pw.net)
        Made just for any Ranma ½ fans as well as Sailormoon(?) 
fans…hopefully that is.	
        *****Note: Insert usual disclaimers and comment by author here. 
I’m tired of it so I’m not writing any. 

Author’s Ramblings:
	This is truly a momentous occasion. I have finished this monster of a
fanfic after two months of restless typing, re-editing and countless hours
reconfiguring the layouts of this fanfic. 
	I hope it turned out pretty well. My friend has yet to receive this more
corrected version. He hates me a bit for giving him this monster to read. I
must humbly apologize if you encounter a lot of continuity errors. I still
have to recheck it again. OK. Enough of this. 

Another note: I’ve not included the total amount of characters here. Kunou
is gone since he and Nabiki have already graduated and are off to far away
colleges. The old ghoul and the old pervert have slight appearances but not
much else. 
		



RANMA ½  
Anything Goes Misadventures 
Book One
ANGEL’S FOLLY 
An inspired creation 
by: 
Karl Marx Villanueva<AKA: RADLER>

				
	"Die, RANMA!!!" a female voice shouted.
	The sound of metal striking flesh reverberates throughout the campus. No
one did anything about the incident --- not that anyone cared a whit about
anything anymore if Ranma was involved in it. Besides, only a fool would
actually help.
	Silence. 
Blessed silence follows not soon after. Students studying at Furinkan High
rarely get any peace at all. Still, much like the calmness before the
storm.......
	Screams of young female students fills the air, still no one bothered to do
anything about it.  A shrunken figure with a large bulging sack passes like
a blur across a young female attired in a yellow dress that reached to her
thighs. Not long after, a bunch of female students ran past her, kicking up
a lot of dust.
	"Ha! ha! You can't catch me!" the shrunken figure yells at them.
	"Just wait till we get you, old man!"
	"We ain't gonna stand for such treatment anymore, old man!"
	"Haha! You better catch me first!" the old man shout back at them.
	The young woman who witnessed the event calmly finished her sixteen-scoop
double deluxe ice cream. She was almost used to these occurrences. 
	Almost.
	A wispy white panty fell on her ice cream. She stares at it for a few
seconds, before fetching a five yen piece in her otherwise pocketless yellow
dress.
	"Ah-ha! A delinquent student! How dare that student interrupt my repase! He
needs to taught a lesson!" So saying, she hold up the five yen piece and
shouts: " Happou goen-satsu!"
	A green aura envelopes her and the fleeing figure of the old man. He drops
dead, his battle aura sucked completely dry by the woman. He drops the brown
sack, causing it to burst wide open to reveal the wealth it contained. 
A lot of female stuff can be seen in it. 
Seizing their opportunity to cause great physical harm, the female students
gathered around the old man and proceeded to do what women do oh so well:
beat the crap out of anybody  they’re angry with no matter what powers they had.
	Across the field, Ms. Hinako begins her transformation. She grew taller as
her figure began to fill out into its adult form. The top of her dress
stretched trying to cover the wealth it contained. Ms. Hinako grew taller;
the skirt retreating farther up her long, shapely legs. 
Almost anyone who saw this --preferably male -- were getting a bad case of
nosebleeds or malleting from their girlfriends or both depending which guy
or girl it was. 
Seemingly  ready to burst any instant, the transformation stopped; the cloth
straining to contain her well-endowed chest. Still, it failed to properly
cover her legs as it had become a _very_short skirt. VERY.  But then again,
the male portion of Furinkan High students paid this no heed. Many male
students were either unconscious from damages incurred from female wrath or
still drooling at the sight of her.
	"Wow! Ms. Hinako sure does look real cool when she does that trick of
hers!" comments one of the students, his eyes had a distant look in them.
	"Yeah! Too bad we can't go out on a date with her. I'd do anything to get
her on a date with Ms. Hinako." He looks questioningly at his friend. "By
the way, Rimoru, did you happen to see Ranma about? He's usually around here
to take of the old man when does his daily rounds in the women's locker."
	"Well, the last time I saw the guy, he was rocketing straight towards the
stratosphere after Akane hit him with that oversized mallet of hers."
	"Oh...."
* * * * *

	Right at the moment, Ranma is still midair and traversing the whole of
Tokyo back to Nerima.
	"Damn!" says Ranma, rubbing the area where Akane had hit him. "I should be
there by now. Hm.... Maybe she's loosing her touch." He waited. And waited.
"This trip is taking too long." he comments to himself, wondering why he
still had not fallen back to the ground as should be if one took the time to
considering Newtonian Laws.
	After a while, he began to steadily lose speed and altitude. Ranma braces
himself for the crash into the pond back at the Tendo Dojo.
	"Here I go again."
	Unfortunately for Ranma, his flight trajectory took him short of the pond
-- way, way short.
	"WAAAAAAA!!!!!!"
	
	The doorbell rang.				
	Kasumi looks up from the dish she was preparing in the kitchen. "Oh my, Who
could that be?" she asks herself. She smiles. It wasn't like she didn't know.
	"Father!" she calls from the kitchen.  "Could you please find out who could
that be in the front door."
	Soun opens the dojo's door and beheld the sight before him with dread.
Nodoka, Ranma's rarely seen mother, stood in front of the gates. He looks
behind her. As usual, she brought her razor sharp sword along with her;
wrapped very carefully in a cloth bundle. For who knows, she might actually
get to use it once!
	"Good evening, Mr. Tendo." she greets in her usual Kasumi-like voice. 
	"Ah.. Good evening, Mrs. Saotome. What an unexpected pleasure to have you
here tonight." he tells her a tad  bit distressfully. "I suppose you came to
see if your husband and son have visited us, yes?" he asked her, this time a
tad  bit loudly -- enough for everyone in the block to hear.
	"Why.. yes, Mr. Tendo." she answers, wondering why he had to yell that loud.
	"Very well, Mrs. Saotome. Please. Please enter our humble abode and feel
right at home. My girls breathlessly await your visit every time."
	"Oh..."
	Nodoka takes a seat near one of the pillow seats, she notices the panda
playing around with a rubber tire in the gardens and trying to look cute
with it but failing miserably.
	"My, Mr. Tendo, you certainly keep rather strange pets in your backyard.
I'd have thought that you'd have surrendered that panda to the zoo by now."
	"Well...." Mr. Tendo began, trying to puzzle out a good lie to tell her.
"Well, he's actually your husband." Nodoka's eyes widened at that. "Ah! I
mean.... it's your husband's pet. He gave it to me to keep until he and
Ranma finished their training."
	"Of course. Such a foolish thing to even consider. Hahahaha." she laughs
demurely.
	Mr. Tendo laughs right along with her. He sweated every moment of that
instant. The panda looked rather sickly and stared fearfully at the bundle
behind Nodoka like it was some deadly viper that was about to strike at a
moments notice.
	"I'm home!" cries a familiar voice.
	Nodoka looked up from her seat and gasped in delight. That voice! It was
her son's!
	"RANMA!"
	She rushes out of the living room and enfolds her arms on the wet form of
her son-- or so she thought.
	"What did --- Huh? Mrs. Saotome! Glad your back!" a female voice greets
shakily.
	She stares at the person she was hugging. It was the Tendo's cousin, Ranko
whom she embraced. She notices that she was also dripping wet. Lucky for
Ranma for disappointment  had blinded her mother to that minuscule irregularity.
	 "Oh." she sighed dejectedly. "Hello there, Ranko." she said, her tone
betraying her intense disappointment.  "I thought you were my son."
	She stood up and walked back towards the Tendo living room with a sad look
in her eyes. Ranma-chan watched her leave with a mixed feeling of regret and
relief. That was certainly close! She turned towards Kasumi who was smiling
at her.
	"Thanks, Kasumi."
	She smiles and went back into the kitchen to finish her cooking. Ranma
picked up her bag and proceeded towards her room which she shared with her
imbicilic father. How she wished she could tell her mother about her
dilemma. But the thought of confessing to her mother summoned the vision of
the samurai blade she carried with her. Suddenly, she felt a lot less sure
about confessing.
	Ranma threw the bag into the room and picked up a dress in the closet. One
of the many numerous ones her mother had bought her during a number of
hair-raising, gut-wrenching shopping sprees in one of  her more_sudden_
appearances.  She shuddered at the thought of having to go on one of those
again. Hot water and shopping was a lethal mix that always ended up with her
life hanging by the blade.
 
	"Isn't Ranko supposed to be joining us by now?" asked Nodoka.
	"I saw her a few moments ago taking a quick dip in the tub." supplied
Nabiki, who stood by the doorframe together with Akane.
	Nodoka turns her head to the speaker. Her features brightened at the sight
of her son's fiancee. "Akane! Nabiki! How nice to see you." She turns to
face Nabiki. "How are your studies doing?"
	Nabiki made a face. "Not too bad."
	Akane took a longer moment to absorb what was happening. "Huh? Auntie
Saotome! I'm glad to see you. How long are you going to be staying?"
	"I will be staying for tonight. I still have some things to do back home."
replies Mrs. Saotome.
	"Oh." said Akane, taking her seat at the table.
	
	Upstairs, Ranma was looking at herself in the mirror. For some reason, she
thought it appropriate to wear the dress for tonight. She wondered why she
was doing this. The answer came to her mind unbidden. 
It was something that needed to be done. At the very least, she owed her
mother by wearing this since it was the least she could do to appease her
conscience. After all, running away from one’s mother did not happen
regularly. Even here. The very thought of wearing one in front of her mother
sent shivers down her spine. 
If hot water would.…… 
She broke that line of thought.  But the sight of that pretty woman in the
mirror wearing that dress disturbed her even greatly. She worried that this
side of hers was having its psychological effects on her like she learned
about in her sociology class.  Her musing was rudely disrupted when
something crashed into the bedroom  window and attached itself  to her chest.
	Ranma took a while to act.
	"You disgusting pervert! I'm gonna make you sorry you did that, old man!"
she yelled at him indignantly. 
With great effort, Ranma removed the offending person off her chest and
punts him out of the broken window and into the night sky.
"Damn the old lecher! Doesn't he ever stop?"
	She wondered what lengths she had to endure to truly get rid of him.
	"What is going on here, Ranko?" Nodoka asks, holding her slim and extremely
sharp blade in her hands. 
Ranma notices how well she held the sword. And right now, it was gleaming
murderously in the light as if it knew some blood would be spilled tonight.
Ranma felt sick to the pits of her stomach. This really had to end someday
before she gets a heart attack from seeing her mother wield that sword
around especially this close. Just looking at it brought back just too many
nightmares.
	"I heard you screaming and I thought a hentai might be prowling around the
house."
	Ranma-chan gulped down the rising fear in her stomach. "Ah.... No, Auntie
Saotome! There's nothing to worry about. I just saw a rat and freaked out.
Really, Auntie Saotome, there's nothing for you to worry about." she
reassured her in her best imitation of a cute voice.
	Nodoka looks questioningly at the large whole that had once held the
window. Akane just glowers silently. Even if she had an urge to toss some
hot water at Ranko, she couldn't make herself do the deed since she was
feeling rather merciful right now. Of course, that did not mean she couldn’t
retaliate later.
	"It was a large rat." Ranma-chan added hastily.
	"OH." she answers dubiously.
	Everyone else drops flat on the floor.
	"Of all the excuses he could come up with, it had to something stupid as
that."  Akane said to herself. "How stupid can he be?"
* * * * * 


	Ranma-chan woke up the next day to find her mother looming above her, sword
in hand and pointed at her neck. Obviously, she was sleepwalking. Still,
wielding a sword while sleepwalking spoke of trouble and yet another life
and death situation.
	"Ranma, my son, why are you wearing that bra? Are you... it can't be! Are
you....."
	In an instant, she swung her sword directly at Ranma-chan's prone form.
	The blade flashed before her eyes and.......
	She opens her eyes carefully. The sword rested millimeters above her neck.
Ranma breathed deeply for a moment. Somehow she managed to catch it before
it got any closer to her. Never had she thought that fighting Kuno would be
of such help. Ranma sighed in relief. This was not a good way to start the
morning. Already, she had her life endangered by her own mother.
	Ranma-chan gently pried the sword loose from her mother's hands and
sheathed it once more. she then carries her mother gently back to the bed
and laid her on it. No matter how much she wanted to tell her about the
curse on her body, she still could not bring herself to admit. All because
of that stupid promise dad made to her about training her to be a man
amongst men.
	Without a second thought, she grabs hold of the panda sleeping on the floor
and throws him out of the window.
	She went back to her mother and gave her a quick kiss before leaving.
Unknown to her at that time, Mrs. Saotome smiled in her sleep as if she
recognized the kiss as coming from her son.


-------------------	
CHAPTER TWO

	Ranma was running as fast as he could with Akane right beside him.
	"When are you going to tell her anything, Ranma? She's your mother. I think
she'll understand about your special problem so long as you explain it to
her. It pains me to see her so sad whenever she can't find you."
	Ranma jumped from the steel fence and landed right beside Akane. "Do you
think  that hadn't crossed my mind since the day one I first found out she
was my mother. The only thing that's stopping me is that sword she's got
strapped to her back. Not to mention the deal dad made  with her. If I tell
her, I might end up committing seppuku. I do not cherish dying young you know."
	Eyes half-lidded, "Oh?" she said as if not believing it since he
practically courted Death every time. "And here I thought your tendency to
spout those words at me as nothing more than signs of suicidal inclinations."
	"Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha." was all Ranma could say. 
Suprisingly, he did not say anything else that would have proven harmful to
his continued health.
	"Do you think she'll force you to commit ritual suicide even after telling
her  it wasn't your fault you could turn into a girl and getting chased by a
lot of admirers. Male and Female."
	Ranma resisted the impulse of telling her she was uncute. After all these
time of saying that in front of her face, it was becoming just too darn
monotonous. Besides, he did not relish another set of bruises on top of the
ones she laid on him yesterday. Hey! His body could only take so much!
	 "No!" he said inwardly, with a slight hint of fear in his guts. He could
not possibly be falling in love with an uncute, sexless tomboy whose body
was a far cry from his own well-proportioned female form.
	"R_A_N_M_A !!!" An enraged Akane said in a tightly controlled voice. "DIE!!"
	Once more, Akane summons her trusty mallet to the fore.
	"Uh-oh." was all he could say as his mind had alerted him too late that he
was musing a little too loud for his own health.
	<Kerrrrr.........C_R_U_S_H_E_D !!!!>
* * * * * 
	

The clock chimed its usual soft toned peal; heralding the imminent start of
classes.
	Ranma and Akane reach school territory just in time. Ranma was looking
rather worse from wear and sporting a huge circular mallet-looking imprint
on his cheek. 
He was still mumbling --- this time, to himself  and well out of hearing
range --- insult upon insult on Akane when something caught Ranma's eye just
as he was about to enter the school grounds.  A young girl barely seven
years of age lay on the ground, half-hidden by a thick hedge.
	Ranma stopped dead in his tracks.
	Realizing that Ranma was missing, Akane turns around to see him lifting a
still form from the thicket. It was a young girl wearing a school uniform
unfamiliar  to Akane.
	"Ranma. What the heck happened to her?" asked Akane in a shocked tone. The
wounds on her arms and legs were not serious but in definite need of some
attention. "We'd better get her to the school nurse and have her examine
this child." she advised.
	"Whoever did this to her was not playing around, Akane." Ranma suddenly
spoke up in a hushed voice. "This kids had it real rough. I think I'd better
keep a close watch on her. You go to class and I'll bring her to the nurse."
	Akane nodded and ran off to class. He looked once more at the sleeping form
of the child in his arms. Rage filled him. Doing this to a mere child was
criminal!
	The child stirred briefly. "Mother... please...... don't......."
* * * * * 


	"What! Do you mean to have failed in locating the body of the girl?" asked
a woman whose features was shrouded in darkness.
	"Yes. Somehow, she managed to avoid our trap. However, her protectors have
all been disposed of in the resulting explosion back at the Crystal Palace.
If she is even alive, she will be easy meat to any of our warriors. Without
her protectors to safeguard her, she is as good as dead, your majesty."
assured the woman who stood at the bottom of the pedestal.
	"Very well. Just make sure she doesn't get others to help her again. Those
last bunch proved a lot tougher than we had expected. Do not fail me in
finding her. If she cannot be made to serve the ShadowMoon, then she must be
eliminated at all cost. Is that understood?"
	"Yes, my queen." the woman replies.
* * * * * 

			
	"I wonder if she's okay?" worried Akane.
	Ranma looks up from his seat. "Well, the nurse said she'll be fine. Most of
those wounds were superficial. The only problem is that there is no way she
could be identified. She carries no ID and basically has no memory of who
she is."
	"Amnesia? But how did you managed to find that out. Did the nurse....."
	Ranma moved his head to acquiesce. "She woke up just as I  reached here.
The nurse was trying to ask her what her name was. She just stared at  her
and me as if we was supposed to know it. When the nurse asked her again, she
turns to me and asked_ME_if I knew her name."
	A sound attracted their attention back to the sleeping child.
	"No... Please...... don't do it..... I beg you....... PLEASE!!!" Those last
words came out as a plea. Her cry filled with tremendous anguish. Ranma
knelt beside the bed and calmed the child back to sleep. Akane stood back
and marveled at this side of Ranma. She'd rarely seen him in such a mood.
But when he was, she could almost feel love for the guy.
	Akane smiled.
	"Hello there, Akane." greeted one of her girlfriends. "We heard that
someone was taken in the infirmary today. Is that her?" she inquires,
looking at the sleeping form of the child who slept deliriously.
	"Well, yes. Ranma found this young girl unconscious near the school. We
still don't know who she is and Ranma says that the girl might be suffering
from memory loss."
	"Amnesia?" she asks.
	Akane nods in affirmation. "I just hope she's okay. Who could have done
such a thing to a poor innocent girl like that?"
	"Who knows, Akane. Things like this is a daily occurrence in the world
today. One more child suffering from abuse won't matter much to anyone."
commented her friend.
	"Well, who cares." replies Akane heatedly. "If I had----"
	" ---Well, Ms. Tendo, so good of you to volunteer your aid in taking care
of this child." interrupts a guy in cool shades and a Hawaiian polo.
	Akane's doing one of those funny poses with her hands. 'Pri.. principal Kuno.
	How ---" Akane stammered. "Hawaii ----"
	"HaHaHaHaHaHaHa." laughs the principal a bit less maniacally than Kodachi
does. "Do you think that any events transpiring in my school  would be
overlooked by me even while I was away? Still, it is good of you to
volunteer. The nurse said that she'd be fine and will be discharged tomorrow."
	"By the way, Miss Tendo, I just arrived." he added as if reading her thoughts.
	Not knowing how to get out of her predicament, Akane does the only thing
her honor bound her to do. She gave him  her consent.
	"Good. Drop by tomorrow and get her."
	Akane just sighs.
* * * * * 


	"Dinner everyone!" Kasumi calls out from the living room.
	"Ranma!" Akane rages, holding her new titanium-reinforced mallet
threateningly over him. A bluish aura surrounded her form. Her eyes had that
peculiar wideness in them. 
	The usual statements follows: 
	"Die!!!!"
	"No! You don’t understand! It was a mis----"
	Ranma goes through the roof of the Tendo house. Nabiki sighs. Kasumi just
mumbled something about having to call the repairman again. The panda
sitting beside Mr. Tendo contends himself by gobbling Ranma's share of dinner.
	Akane enters the living room, trying to calm her raging temper.
	"Sis," said Nabiki finally. "Calm down already!" scolded an irritated
Nabiki.  Even after so many years, they were still at it. Some things never
seemed  to change around here for some reason. "How can you continue on with
this for so long and not grow sick of the  monotony of it all." 
Akane may have caused some harm to  Ranma with that new mallet she bought
her sister but she wished it didn't have to happen under the family house.
Already, her father owed her more money than anyone in the district. She
wasn't actually complaining about her father's debt. The only thing that
bothered her about it was that she wasn't seeing a single darn yen of what
he owed her. 
	"Why don't you ease up on him. I mean it really won't hurt if you just
didn't overdo it. Just punching his lights out or using this heavy dinning
table would have sufficed. We really don't need you to teach Ranma how to
fly you know."
	"What did you say, Nabiki? Your not the one whose saddled by such a grossly
hentai guy who half the time acts too much like a girl!"
	"Yeah. Too much like a girl that you can't stand it?" counters Nabiki.
	"Grrrrr.. I'm going up."
	"But your dinner---" Kasumi protested. 
	" --I lost my appetite." replies Akane, cutting Kasumi off.
	Kasumi looks sadly at her sister. Nabiki was right to scold Akane. She
needed it. How she wished that Akane would stop beating Ranma for his
mistakes. Whatever she thinks of him, Ranma was just at the wrong place at
the wrong time. Too many times she had noticed that. Unfortunately, Akane
had that bad habit of letting her emotions get the better of her. She prayed
to their dear departed mother for strength and luck. They were going to need
it if they were to make those two finally get together and happily married
before the Tendo roof collapses altogether from all those damage it had seen
of late.
	"By the way, Nabiki, when are you visiting us again?"
	"That depends, Kasumi. My workload has increased steadily and well......."
	"Oh....I see." Kasumi said quietly. "Another wounded soul." she said to
herself.

	Akane fumed all the way to her room. She held the mallet tightly in her
fist. How she felt like hurting something right now.
	"Akane!" a voice call out from her window.
	 Akane deftly threw her large iron barbell out the window. The sound of
heavy iron hitting flesh seemed to somewhat curb her need to do more
violence. She sighed. Once more she had let her feeling for Ranma get the
better of her. True, she loved him ever since the first time she saw him.
But something made her ill at ease with him. She snorted. That something
just happens to be his female half. She drops on her bed and proceeded on
trying how she could make him love her. Just for once, she wished that he'd
call her cute or something like that.
	Tears moistened her eyes. She remember how he had called Ukyou cute. Cute.
How it rankled her that he'd call almost every other girl cute while never
bothering to say the same for her. She dried her tears with her hands but
fresh tears replaced the ones she had dried. Finally, she lost control over
the emotions she felt building inside of her. She cried and cried and cried
again before succumbing into a troubled sleep.
	"Ran-ma........" she whispers as she dreamed.

	Ranma meanwhile crash-lands in front of Ukyou's okonomiyaki restaurant.
Feeling the bruise that was forming on his right cheek, he enters. He was
surprised to see no customers and found Ukyou lounging in a corner reading
some magazine with English writings in it.
	Hearing the door open, Ukyou jumped to her feet as the unknown intruder
stepped  into her shop. She gasped as to who it turns out to be.
	"Ran-chan. Nice to see you. Did Akane force feed you with her cooking
again?" she asked without any hint of a smile on her face. Ranma nods. "Boy,
Ran-chan, why do you stay with her. I mean I'm here and I'm sure I can feed
you without killing you with my cooking. So, why stay at the Tendos. Akane
never liked you anyway and here I am,  lonely as a woman can be without her
man......."
	Ranma holds up his hands to try and push her away. He didn't mind her
flirting. He was used to her attempts and because she was an old friend.
"Man!" Ranma sighs, speaking to himself. "U-chan wanting me to----" He
shakes his head once more and takes a seat in front of the counter and waits
for his food.
	"Why me?" he wonders in despair.
	Ukyou smiled but said nothing.
	"Wanna come with me on Sunday, Ranma." she asked.
	Ranma looked up from where he sat. "Huh?"
	"Well, I was sort of wondering if you're up to a date with me."
	Ranma coughed, choking on the okonomiyaki he was scarfing up. "Uh... Sure."
He agreed rather carefully. He'd learned the hard way that agreeing too
quickly to a woman brought trouble all on its own. A proof of this was his
previous dealings with Kunou's twisted sister and most of all, Nabiki.
	"Great. There's a circus setting up near the park. We can go there and see
if its any good. If it's not; well, the park's handy enough to please me."
* * * * * 

	
	"Found her yet, Delz?" asks the woman who suddenly appears out of nowhere.
	"Nay. Still no scent of her."
	Her eyes narrows. Fire envelopes the man-beast in front of her. It's
shrieks of pain found pleasure in her ears. She laughs and releases the
thing from the fires that bound him. It drops to the floor, semi-unconscious
and smoking.
	"Find her or I will make shoes off whatever's will be left of your sorry
hide after I'm done with you. Find her, quickly. The queen is short-tempered
as it is for the failures my sisters and I have done in the past. We must
acquire the princess as soon as possible."
	She takes one last look at the servant who lay on the ground then leaves.
* * * * *

	A figure dressed in Chinese clothes enter the restaurant. His face dirty
from hard travel. The old woman holding onto a stick looks up from her
cooking. A purple-haired  young Chinese female stares at the man with
contempt and anger.
	"Mousse. Where you went? Been while when you around. Come help Shampoo with
customers."
	The man sighs. Since childhood, he has tried numerous times to woo the fair
Shampoo. Obviously, it seemed no matter how much he tried, she did not take
notice of it. Perhaps if he beat that accursed Ranma Saotome tomorrow, she
would begin to notice him.
	"Ranma Saotome, Tomorrow, Shampoo will be mine." he swears to himself. A
grin showed on his face. "Hahahaha!!!" he laughs maniacally. Everyone in the
restaurant was staring at him. "Shampoo will be mine!!!" shouts Mousse
aloud. He was still laughing like a lunatic when the Chinese girl bashes the
man's head with a bucket.
	"Oomph!"
	Splash!
	"Quack?! Quack!"
	Shampoo picks up the duck as the surprised eaters stared wide-eyed at her
-- and the duck. Stepping into the kitchen, she throws the duck  into a
cauldron of steaming hot water and jams the lid on.
	"Shampoo..." cautioned the grizzled and shrunken old woman sitting atop the
tall walking stick.
	"Yes, great-grandmother?" asked Shampoo, a smile on her face.
	The old woman sighs and continues with her cooking.
	"Hey!" calls out a customer. "More beef noodles here!"
	"Coming!"
	A scream emanates from within the kitchen.
	"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! HOT!"