Hello all,
I am new to the list and writing fics. Matter of fact this is my first attempt
at a fic of any kind. Anyway here goes.

None of these charactors belong to me all praise go to their creators.
-----------------------------------------------------------------
The Journeys of Ryouga-One night in New Jersey
by Jeff Walker

	“Why oh why must I suffer so?” Ryouga said to himself in pity, “Curse you
Ranma, you must be around here somewhere! When I find you, we will finish our
fight and this time you will not fool me! Rrrrraaaggggghhh! CURSE YOU
SAOTOME!!!!!!”
	“If you’re gonna be shouting, I’m gonna have to ask you to leave the store.”
	“Wha... oh,” Ryouga blushed as he looked at the man behind the counter of the
Qwick-Stop he had entered for supplies, “G-gomen, ah I leave now, a heh heh
heh.”  Ryouga said in unsteady english and then slinked out of the store,
embarrassed.
	The slim man sitting on the counter turned to the cashier, “Now you have to
admit Dante, that was strange even for this store.”
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
	Stepping outside Ryouga prepared to leave, “Just need to get my bearings.” he
thought.  He stepped over to were two men were hanging out next to the Qwick-
Stop.  “Ummm excuse me,” he said holding out his map of Japan and speaking the
one phrase he knew in every language, “where is Furinkan High Schoo...”
	The taller thinner man who had been dancing around like a maniac moments
before jumped out at Ryouga almost causing him to take a step back, “Hoooooly
Shit! Would you get a load of opie here Silent Bob,” he said to the other man
who was smoking a cigarette and staring at nothing in particular, “Boy looks
like he just fell off the turnip truck.”  “That a map?” he said snatching it
from Ryouga’s hands, “Bwaa! Tokyo? Shit bro. you must have one fucked up
radar.”
	“Well I...” Ryouga started.
	“What you need my friend is a little relaxation,” he continued as he shoved a
cigarette into Ryouga’s mouth, “and a better map, Hey fat ass!”  Upon hearing
this the other man jumped up, reached into his huge black trench coat and
pulled out a new map.  The first man took it and gave it to Ryouga while
removing the cigarette from his mouth, “Nice, huh? and it’s only a nominal fee
for a little more of that fine hash my friend.”
	Ryouga looked at the map to discover he couldn’t see straight let alone read.
What kind of cigarette was that?  He shook his head and bowed, “Arigato, ammm
Where?” he asked the man again.
	He began to spin Ryouga around and then gave him a shove, “Second star to
right and straight on till morning.  My name is Jay and that fat boy over
there is Silent Bob, been a pleasure doin’ business with you please fly with
us again and snootchie bootchies.”
	Jay watched laughing as Ryouga walked away, barely able to go in a straight
line.  “Well Silent Bob, who do you think that fruity mother fucker was?” he
said.
	Silent Bob looked up, took the cigarette from his lips, and mumbled, “Isn’t
it obvious? He’s The Eternal Lost Boy,” then went back to his smoke.  Jay shot
him a confused glance,
	“Man one a these days I wish you could say something that made some friggin’
sense!” he spat, then turned and said, “C’mon let’s go and smoke this shit,
nootch.”
	Silent Bob flicked his cigarette to the ground and snuffed it out with his
toe, then he turned and followed Jay.

END
------------------------------------------
Well tell me how you liked it, I'm thinking of doing a few of these. Ryouga
running into strange situations here and there, I wanna see just how lost I
can get him. If you don't know who Jay and Silent Bob are go rent Clerks or
Mallrats directed by Kevin Smith. Both damn good movies. Thanks to Aaron-
sempai for the ideas for improvment. Later.
-The Texas Ranger