I just thought I do a few some silly really short fics.  I don't 
own any of these characters sorry.
						Trom

	Ranma Saotome of the Saotome School of Anything Goes Martial 
Arts, concentrated on the person in front of him.  Well over 8 feet tall 
and probably weighing in at over 350 lbs, he was a monster of a man.  By 
the smooth way he walked, Saotome knew he was a martial artist.  His 
arms were bigger than Ranma's waiste and his legs bigger than his 
fathers considerable waiste.  Not an a gram of fat can be seem on this 
mans bulk.  
	Gulping nervously, he put any traces of fear out of his mind. He 
was Ranma Saotome, he has fought and won against types like Pantyhose 
Tarou, Cologne, the Orochi, and he would win this time as well.
	
	Taking a look at his fiance, before geting ready for battle.  
Her eyes wide with worry, it made him want to gather her up in his arms. 
 But he instead turned back to the man before him.

   	 "Ranma Saotome?" The man's deep baritone voice rumbled.  "Ranma 
Saotome of the Saotome School of Anything Goes Martial Arts?"
	"Yes," Ranma shot back warrily. "I'm Ranma, and you are?" If he 
had heard of the guy he could probably place his style, giving him the 
edge.
	"My names Sho Kiagi," The man answered. "I've been looking for 
you for a long time."
	*Kiagi?* Ranma thought, he didn't know anyone names Kiagi.  This 
was probably the old man's fault.  Still the man came forward.  
stopping about a foot from him. And then bringing a ham size fist 
forward.  Ranma readied himself for any kind of attack Sho would launch 
at him.  One thing Ranma had found out that there were a lot of people 
out their that knew special techniques.
	His fist came up to open up revieling, a wallet!?
	"I found this in Koebe.  It has your name in it."  With that the 
man walked off humming a happy toon. 
	Ranma just stared at the wallet in shock.  Akane was no less 
surprised.  No fight to the finish? No wide scale damage?
	"Um thanks?" Ranma sounded confused.  As if he had never heard 
of a good dead before.
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Okay not that silly, but at least it's something.

	Rally Vincent, Bounty hunter extrodinare, stalked down the dark 
street.  Her gun out before her, filled to capasity.  Somewhere down 
here was the target.  She knew being out in the open like this was 
risky, but she was betting that her reflexes and skill were better than 
theirs was.  
	[Crash!] The sound of a garbage can lid hitting the street 
caused her to drop into a roll, centering the sites of the gun on the 
object moving in the alley way.  She stopped herself before firing, it 
was only an alley cat. *Few that was close* She didn't want to ruin the 
poor kitties day by hitting it.
	"Meow!" The cat cried pitifully into the night sky.  It was a 
cute little thing, more a kitten than a cat.  Checking her area for any 
likely attacks she went over and bent down to pet it.
	[Skirt! Skirt!]
	 "Aggghhh! That's cold!" She screamed before turning around to 
see her partner Miny May, pulling herself out of the trash can that the 
cat was residing in, the skirt gun clenched tightly in her hand.
	"Hah! Got you," May exclaimed merrily. "I win again!" She then 
started doing her little dance of joy, that Rally has come to hate.
	"May! That was no fair!" Rally protested. "Using a poor 
defensless animal to lure me into an ambush!" *Damn, I should have 
thought of it.*
	"Alls fair in Love and War," May taunted. "You have to pay for 
dinner tonight. How about that new french resturant that just opened.  I 
hear it's been given four stars by the critics." She had that evil 
little smile of satisfaction, that really irritated Rally.
	"Oh ya?" Rally murmured, taking aim at her partner.
	"Rally? What are you doing?" May stamured, "I won, fairs, fair 
right. Rally?"  Rally just smile her own little evil smile and fired at 
May.
	"Agghh!" May screamed as the ice water got her right in the face 
as well as other sensitive regions.  She then took off running, but 
Rally wasn't going to let her get off that easily and took off in 
pursuit.
	"meow?" The little kitten/cat just watched as the strange humans 
ran down the street screaming.
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	I guess that's enough for now.  I know they were stupid, but I 
was inspired.
							Trom
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