Well, here is Chapter 1 Revised edition... A little
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Radler@pw.net
Presented by: Radler 
Inspired by Rumiko Takahashi
Made out of boredroom and frequent bouts of creativity and inspiration. 
I present to you, my fanfic……
Please enjoy reading this as much as it had been a pain to write. 


A time shall come,
When neither Darkness nor Light
Shall stain the world with their presence.
This, it is but a beginning…..
When Time itself has chosen to die;
When Hope is lost forever more
And Life, but a dim memory….
He shall arise; the child borne out of Love
and within the embrace of Evil most foul.
The earth will crumble as dust;
The sun, crimson as the land stained in blood.
He shall come, bearing the rage of his ancestors
To challenge the One….
And perish
To die is his destiny
A part of what was, what is and what must be
Death shall bear him aloof
To live once more
Innocent and Pure.
Darkness and Death
Light and Life
That is his chosen path
To seek that which is his past
A way to his destiny

				Excerpt from the Books of Joketsuzoku  
Read and translated by the 31st leader of the Joketsuzoku Amazons, Ivory

	"This is not possible! This cannot be allowed to come to pass!" 
			---- Ivory, 31st head of the  Joketszoku Amazons 

Author’s Dire Notes:
1.)  Said prophecy is mine creation. To use this will require you to do
battle with my chosen champion/s. I made this. I don’t want anyone else
using this unless he alerts me first.
2.)  You will suffer if above note is not followed to the letter…. 
3.)  You won’t like what I’ll do to you if above notes is not followed…

And now, on with the story!!! 






Ranma ½ Anything Goes Misadventures:
Angel’s Folly
Book One of the Angel’s Chronicles
	


	"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 followed 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 filled the air, still no one bothered to
do anything about it.  A shrunken figure with a large bulging sack passed
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 shouted 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 stared 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 held up the five yen piece and
shouted: " Happou goen-satsu!"
	A green aura enveloped her and the fleeing figure of the old man. He drops
dead, his battle aura sucked completely dry by the woman. He dropped the
brown sack, causing it to burst wide open to reveal the wealth it contained. 
A lot of female stuff could 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 began 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
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 drooling at the sight of her.
	"Wow! Ms. Hinako sure does look real cool when she does that trick of
hers!" commented 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 looked 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...."

	Back to the extremely beat up Anything Goes Martial Arts lecher…
	Happosai, greatest master of the anything goes technique, lay squirming in
pain. He was beginning to *HATE* giving Hinako that powerful a gift. He
sought to remind himself not to do it next time. With that done, he sunk
into unconsciousness.
	
* * * * *

	Right at the moment, Ranma is still midair and traversing the whole of Tokyo. 
	"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 commented to himself, wondering why he
still had not fallen back to the ground as should be if he took the time to
considering Newtonian Laws. Still, what did he know about Newton’s Laws? His
mind decided this issue was better to ponder than wondering if Akane was
losing her touch.
	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 looked up from the dish she was preparing in the kitchen. "Oh my,
Who could that be?" she asked herself. She smiled. It wasn't like she didn't
know.
	"Father!" she called from the kitchen.  "Could you please find out who
could that be in the front door."
	Soun opened 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 looked
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 for once!
	"Good evening, Mr. Tendo." she greeted in her usual Kasumi-like voice. 
	"Ah.. Good evening, Mrs. Saotome. What an unexpected pleasure to have you
here tonight." he told 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 answered back,  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 took a seat near one of the pillow seats, she noticed 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 laughed
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!" cried a familiar voice.
	Nodoka looked up from her seat and gasped in delight. That voice! It was
her son's!
	"RANMA!"
	She rushed out of the living room and enfolded her arms on the wet form of
her son-- or so she thought.
	"What did --- Huh? Mrs. Saotome! Glad your back!" a female voice greeted
shakily.
	She stared at the person she was hugging. It was the Tendo's cousin, Ranko
whom she embraced. She noticed 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. 
	*What the hell was he doing?!!* 
It was something that needed to be done. At the very least, she owed her
mother by wearing this. 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 asked in a small voice, holding her
slim and extremely sharp blade in her hands. 
Ranma noticed 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 got 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!" she gushed. "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 looked questioningly at the large whole that had once held the
window. Akane just glowered 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 dropped 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 opened 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 carried 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 grabbed hold of the panda sleeping on the
floor and threw 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.

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And so ends Chapter 1
How did you guys like it....
Well, considering just how much tiring it is to type senseless dribble here,
let me finally end this by telling you that I worked real hard to make this
one fanfic fit right. Hopefully, all questions or problems will be solved by
the time the book ends.........

Radler