A man walked down the streets of Nerima, absorbing it all as he went
by.  He took off his sunglasses to revel in the beautiful sunlight.  That's
when everything happened.

        "RANMA NO BAAAAAAAKAAAAAAA!!!!!!" Akane screamed, and she kicked
Ranma off into the horizon.  How dare he pick on poor little P-Chan like
that.  And to think that I was going to be nice and cook him breakfast.
That jerk.

        The man looked up and saw an incoming missle with a pigtail.  "Oh
boy," he said as he jumped up to the missle's altitude, grabbed it by the
shoulders, and pushed it down for a safe landing in the middle of the street.

        Ranma looked at the man that just stopped him from falling into one
of the convient canals that Nerima is so full of.  He brushed himself off,
and spoke for the first time in this really bad fic.  "So, yeah, ummm,
thanks a lot.  You some kind of martial artist?"

        "I am today." Jarod replied.

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                                        Pretending Ranma
                                  A Ranma/Pretender Crossover
                                         Not Coming Soon

JD
Paladin of The Holy Pair
Verbena Mage
No-Brand Hero
Homepage <http://rvcc.raritanval.edu/~jfarber/>

Life is a disease: Sexually transmitted and always fatal.
But that doesn't mean that you can't enjoy it!
	-Death, 'Death Talks about Life'