Okay, I finished Part 1 and am now working on Part two.  Thanks to Eric 
and Phil for their C&C on the first draft.  Part two will focus a bit on 
Shoki's past and a previous encounter with a regular Ranma cast member.  
In addition he will begin to learn a bit about the craziness that occurs 
at the Tendo Dojo.

All Characters except Shoki McLaren and his family belong to R. Takahasi, 
Viz, Kitty and others.  


"Well, if Ryoga thinks he's gonna trick Akane into going out on a 'date' 
with him, he's got another think coming!"  Ranma fumed as he busily went 
through Akane's closet for some suitable clothing.  "Stupid tomboy should 
know better than agree to an idea of Uchan's when Ryoga is involved!"
	Finding a suitably long, feminine dress, Ranma returns to his own room.  
Lifting a glass of water, he grimaces and pours it over his head.  In 
place of the muscular, raven haired teen aged boy is a petite, yet 
voluptuous red haired girl of about the same age.  "Stupid, stupid Akane 
doesn't even appreciate what I go through for her!"  Stripping out of 
his, or rather her,  now wet shirt and trousers, Ranma-chan puts on the 
dark colored dress.  Furtively looking around, making sure no one is 
watching, Ranma reaches into the dresser and pulls out a long brunette 
wig and a make up case.  
	Grimacing again, Ranma puts on the wig and carries the make up case to 
the door.  Sticking her head out the door, she sneaks down the hallway to 
Akane's room again.  Reaching in Ranma grabs Akane's spare purse "Should 
have grabbed this the first time."  Again making sure no one is around to 
see, Ranma hightails it down to the bathroom to put on the make up.  
"Don't see how girls can stand to put this stuff on everyday."  
	It takes twenty minutes of screwups and primping, but finally Ranma 
manages to get the make up on right.  The results are spectacular.   In 
the place of the red haired Chinese girl is a sexy looking brunette that 
bears no resemblance.  Ranma admires the finished product.  "Perfect, 
Ryoga won't recognize me when I pounce on him and pretend to be a long 
lost girlfriend!  If that doesn't send Akane home, I don't know what 
will!"  Whistling happily, Ranma walks out of the dojo for his 
'appointment' with Akane and Ryoga at Uchan's.

	Shoki McLaren was again marveling at how cramped the Nerima district of 
Tokyo seemed to him.  Having been raised in the United States, he was 
more used to open areas and wider streets.  It had been six years since 
he had left the states, but he still thought in American terms.  He was 
an average looking young man of about 18, with black hair.  He was 
dressed in jeans and a long sleeve shirt, carrying a hockey bag over his 
left shoulder.  Turning a street corner, he took another step and heard 
the sound of a terrified girl.
	"AAAAIIIGGGHHHH!!!!   Ryoga, it was a joke, take it easy!"
	"No way Ranma!  Your not going to get away with it this time!"  
	Suddenly, a women jumped from the top of a building ahead, without even 
bothering to look down.  Several yellow and black objects went whirling 
past her like shuirkens.  Her long dress billowed up around her waist 
preventing a good look at the ground anyway.  McLaren, however, got a 
good look at a pair of shapely legs and a pair of boxer shorts.    This 
struck him as an odd combination.  He also realized that the  she was on 
a collision course with him.  With out thinking he reached out and caught 
her just before she hit the ground.
	"Huh?"  Ranma said intelligently as she found herself looking into a 
pair of shockingly blue eyes, and held by a pair of strong arms.
	"Hello, may I be of service to you ma'am?"  He was surely gajiin, but 
his japanese was excellent.  Trying to think fast, Ranma heard Ryoga's 
battlecry as he too leapt off the building.
	"Oh, please mister, save me from that terrible man!"  Ranma used her 
most girly voice and blinked her eyelashes fiercely.
	"'kay,"  was all the stranger said as he slung Ranma to the ground and 
out of the way.  Without bothering to take the bag off of his shoulder, 
he waited for Ryoga to fall to him.  Reaching out, he grasped Ryoga's 
wrist with a thumb and forefinger and redirected his path.  Ryoga's face 
met the ground at a high rate of speed and the pavement cracked under the 
impact. 
	Turing to the girl he had just 'saved', McLaren switched to his most 
proper Japanese manner.  "Well now, what has such a pretty girl done to 
deserve such unkind attention?  Pardon me, but where are my manners?   My 
name is Shoki McLaren, what's your name?"
	"Well, my name is Ra-"
	"His  name is Mud!"  Screamed another female voice.  Mac looked up to 
see another young woman leap from the building.  This one however was 
holding a large, wooden mallet.  Mac knew there was no way he could 
deflect the blow without hurting the girl.  Shoving the first girl 
roughly behind him, he closed his eyes and cursed himself for getting 
involved in someone's domestic squabb-

	"Geez, Akane, you don't even know who he is and you clobber him!"  
Ranma-chan taunted.
	"Well, It's your fault for hiding behind a complete stranger!"  She 
looks down at the fallen man.  Biting her lip worriedly she says "do you 
think I hurt him too bad?"
	"Naw, people always lay in the middle of the street unconscious!  Well, 
the only thing to do is get him and Ryoga home and woke up."  Ranma 
looked at the two prone figures thoughtfully.  "It would sure be easier 
if we turned Ryoga into P-chan," she mumbled to herself.
	"What was that Ranma?"  Akane demanded.  
	"Nothing, we just better get moving."
	"Well,"  Akane fumed, "don't think your off the hook for today!"
	
	Shoki awoke with a splitting headache.  However long practice taught him 
to keep his eyes closed and use his other senses to tell him a little 
about his surroundings.  Tactile:  he was laying on something that felt 
like a cushion on the floor and something cold was on his forehead.  
Smell:  the mouthwatering aroma of home cooking, and the faint hint of 
perfume.  Auditory:  clinking of dishes, and a low voiced argument going 
on over his head.
	"But Kasumi, it was Ranma's fault for hiding behind a stranger!"
	"Yes Akane, but you were the one who struck him.  Your dimensional 
hammer is a very dangerous weapon, and you must be careful how you use 
it.  Especially since not everyone is as tough as Ranma."
	Sensing no danger to himself, Mac slowly opened his eyes.  Kneeling to 
either side of him were two very beautiful girls.  The one on the right 
was older, with long hair.  He guessed her age at about twenty, but she 
had an undefinable air of someone who was wise beyond her years.  She had 
what looked to be a first aid kit in her hands.  The girl on his left was 
a few years younger, with her hair cut shorter and was very cute.  He 
also remembered her from just before his losing consciousness.  She was 
the one who had given him this headache.  Just then the older girl 
noticed he was awake.
	"Oh, my.  Your awake.  I'm Kasumi.  How are you feeling?" She smiled in 
a very real and reassuring way.
	"Uh, I'm feeling better.  At least so far."  Just feeling like I've been 
hit by a freight train, he didn't add.
	A beeping sound from behind momentarily got Kasumi's attention.  "Oh, I 
need to get to the kitchen and finish dinner.  Lie down for a while 
longer until the aspirin we gave you starts to work.  If you need 
anything, please let me know."  With that, Kasumi got up and walked out 
of McLaren's line of sight.  He then noticed that the other girl was 
about to burst.
	"I'm so sorry!"  She blurted.  "I didn't mean to hit you, I was aiming 
for Ranma.  You just kind of got in the way."  She turned red stammered 
on "could you forgive me?  I'm really, really sorry..."
	"Yes, I can forgive you, under one condition."
	"Anything!"  She almost shouted with relief.
	"Promise you won't do that again!"  Sheepishly she nodded and started to 
say something else when she was interrupted by a man's voice.
	"Akane, why don't you help Nabiki set the table while I speak with our 
guest?"
	"Yes, father."  With that, Akane gave Shoki's hand a quick pat, got up 
and left.
	Shoki decided that he felt well enough to sit up and did so.  The man 
that entered the room was fairly tall, with long dark hair and a 
mustache.  Striding over, he knelt next to McLaren and began to speak.  
"Very sorry about all the trouble my daughter Akane and her fiancee Ranma 
have caused you.  My name is Soun Tendo, and I would be greatly honored 
if you would stay with us until you are recovered.  You are?"
	"I'm Shoki McLaren."  At Soun's puzzled look he elaborated:  "My mother 
was Japanese businesswoman, and my father was an Scottish-American Cop."  
Suddenly something the man had said sank into McLaren's brain.  "You said 
your name was Tendo?"
	The man looked surprised at the sudden interest in the boy's voice.  
"Why, yes it is."
	"You wouldn't happen to know about the Tendo School of Anything Goes 
Martial Arts would you?"
	"You have heard of my dojo?"  Soun asked, with obvious pride.
	"Yes, I have been looking for this place.  I wanted to come here to 
study.  Would you be willing to take on a new pupil?"

	Later around the dinner table Soun introduced Shoki to the rest of the 
household.  "Everybody, I'd like you to meet Shoki McLaren.  He will be 
staying with us for a week or so, and you may be seeing him here as a 
student for some time to come."  Shoki's stomach dipped a little when he 
realized he would have to prove something before he could become a 
student.  Mr. Tendo continued with the introductions.
	"This is my eldest daughter Kasumi. "  Kasumi nodded her head and smiled 
reassuringly at Shoki.  "Next to her is my middle daughter Nabiki,"  
Nabiki looked at him with a speculative glance, causing Shoki to feel 
that she knew how much money was on him down to the loose change..."And 
this is my youngest daughter Akane, but you two have already met!"  Soun 
chuckled and Akane blushed.
	"And these two are my old friend Genma Saotome and his son Ranma.  Ranma 
is Akane's fiance."  Soun indicated a fat man in a gi and a black haired 
young man a little younger than Shoki himself.  Soun leaned down and 
whispered in Shoki's ear, "when Akane and Ranma fight, don't get between 
them...it's not healthy!"
	"Daddy!!!?"  Shouted Akane.
	"Well, anyway lets eat!"  Everybody, Shoki included dug into the 
veritable banquet laid out if front of them.  Though appalled by the way 
Ranma and his father shoveled food in like vacuum cleaners and seemed to 
duel with their chopsticks, Shoki was thrilled by how good the meal was.  
	"This is delicious!"  Shoki exclaimed, "my compliments to the chef!"
	"Thank you, you are too kind," blushed Kasumi.
	"Well, son, why don't you tell us a bit about your previous training and 
why you came to us to be schooled in Anything Goes Martial Arts?"  Asked 
Mr. Tendo.
	"Well, I've studied soft form Akido for three years with Master Yamata 
up in Yokahama."  Soun and Genma both nodded in recognition of the name.  
"After that I studied Kendo for a year with an individual that is reputed 
to be the best Kendo fighter of our time."  Ranma quit looking bored and 
perked up looking interested about then, as did Akane.  "Throw in some 
sword fighting techniques learned from my Grandpa McLaren in Scotland, 
and knife throwing learned from one my sister's hollywood boyfriends, and 
you have the whole kit and caboodle."
	"And why do you want to learn Anything Goes?"
	Shoki grimaced, knowing that he would have to tell them, no matter how 
much it embarrassed him.  "Well, after having trained for three years in 
Akido, I was walking around Yokahama one day when I ran into three street 
toughs.  One of them carried a bokken and the other two were skilled in 
some form of martial arts I didn't recognize.  They demanded a payment 
for walking down the street I was on.  Being young and cocky, I refused.  
I held my own fine for a while, but my training was all defensive, not 
offensive.  I couldn't mount an effective attack unless they were close 
enough to redirect their own kie.  The guy with the bokken landed the 
first telling blow."  Shoki's hand went to his ribcage as he winced in 
memory.  "After that they beat me senseless.  I woke up in a hospital 
with Master Yamata in the room.  Right there I asked him to teach me hard 
form Akido, but he refused saying I would use it for revenge.  That's not 
true, I can't change the past, but I can prevent such a thing from 
happening again.  I took up Kendo after that, but I couldn't stand my 
instructor.  I decided I needed a form without weapons anyway, so here I 
am."
	"Well son, that definitely shows why you want to learn Anything Goes, 
now we just need to see if you have the capability to learn it.  Genma, 
Ranma, would you two join Shoki and I in the Dojo to evaluate his skills?"

	Soun led Shoki, Genma and Ranma over to the training hall.   Akane 
tagged along too because Ranma was going.  "Ranma,"  Soun instructed, "I 
want you to attack Shoki.  Shoki, I want you to defend yourself from 
Ranma.  From this I will judge if you can become a student of Anything 
Goes."
	"Okay, just a sec."  With that Shoki took off his long sleeved shirt, 
revealing leather armbands on each arm.  Each band had three throwing 
knives in it.  These too came off and were tossed onto the hockey bag 
Shoki had carted out to the dojo.  "Ready!"  
	Akane watched in fascination.  Shoki was slightly taller and more 
heavily muscled than Ranma.  He was obviously a westerner, though he had 
black hair like Ranma and a slight Japanese air to his face and bearing.  
Most noticeable though were his vibrantly blue eyes and the lightness 
with which he carried himself.  He seemed to balance like a...cat "Hmm," 
Akane thought,"better not let Ranma hear me say that!"
	Ranma took a aggressive stance three steps from Shoki, who took a 
classic Akido defensive stance.  Fast as a blur, Ranma took a leap 
forward and did a roundhouse kick at Shoki's head.  Shoki ducked under 
and grabbed Ranma's ankle almost lightly with his right hand and 
redirected his path.  Ranma was now flying feet first right at his 
father.  Genma looked exceedingly surprised.  Ranma simply adjusted his 
path and used his father's chest as a landing point.  His legs bunched 
and he propelled himself back at his opponent.  Genma squawked and fell 
backwards.
	Shoki saw Ranma leaping back at him head first with his right arm drawn 
back for a punch.  This time Shoki stepped to the side and grabbed 
Ranma's arm and forced his path downward, intending to face plant Ranma 
as he had the other guy earlier in the day.  However, Ranma twisted in 
mid air and landed on his feet.  He came up with an uppercut, but Shoki 
shifted out of the way.  Ranma followed this with a chop at the neck, 
only to be completely spun around.  It went on in such a fashion for 
twenty minutes.
	"Enough!"  Shouted Mr. Tendo.  The two combatants regarded each other 
levelly with respect in both of their eyes.  Ranma had been unable to 
touch Shoki, but then Shoki had been unable to attack at all.  Both of 
the young men's chests heaved with the exertion.  Soun watched Shoki for 
a minute.
	"You're slow boy!" Genma shouted at his son.  "You couldn't even touch 
him!"
	"Okay, pop's why don't you try him?"  Ranma smiled evilly.  Soun nodded. 
 At that Ranma and Genma traded places.  Genma took the exact same stance 
Ranma had at the start.  This pleased Shoki.
	"Anytime you're ready Mr. Saotome," said Shoki.  He then did something 
he hadn't done when he sparred with Ranma.  He grinned at Genma and 
winked at Ranma.  Ranma's face showed comprehension and he began to 
chuckle.
	Genma launched his attack with a battle cry.  It was the same exact 
attack Ranma had used first.  Shoki also did nearly the exact same thing. 
 However instead of just redirecting Genma towards the wall, he threw in 
some spin for good measure.  As Genma flew towards where his son stood, 
Ranma calmly stepped aside and watched his father impact back first, head 
down against the wall of the dojo.
	Soun looked at his fallen friend and stepped forward to shake Shoki's 
hand.  "Welcome to the Tendo School of Anything Goes Martial Arts!"

Authors Note:  The second half of this was written rather quickly and it 
feels a little forced to me.  Any C&C on it, particularly the fight scene 
would be greatly appreciated.  Thanks!
	

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