Okay, I've done some reformatting.  My character wrap should be 72
now.  However, if you still have problems seeing everyting, just let
me no and I'll get you a txt file of everything.

Next thing I have to state is that this is not a self-insertion fic.
The challenge that I've based this on, asked for an existiing
character of someone that could easily fit into the storyline.  Hence
self insetion being unquaifiable for this.  There is also the fact
that I don't really like thoses myself.


Chapter 2




The smell of fresh cooking filled the air, as Cologne was preparing
noodles in her shop.  She was so entrapped by her work that she did
not pay any attention to the person whom had entered through the front
door.  He was a young man of a stature that is slightly smaller
to that of Ranma.  She continued to look down at the noodles
that she was folding, as he advanced further inside.  Without looking his
direction, she began to speak.

"Welcome to my Cat Cafe.  I hope you're hungry, because I have the
best ramen around.  What'll you have?"

"You have nothing that I want, Old Witch."

Cologne raised her eyes in his direction and then cut them away as she
moved over to the counter to pick up another bowl.

"Young man, if you have a grievance with my establishment, feel free
to leave now.  Before you make the mistake of seriously angering me."

"I will leave soon enough, but I have something to do first.  I have
come for Shampoo.  Where is she?"

The old lady looked at back and gave him a puzzled look.  �Shampoo?
I�ve never heard of her.  You must have my shop confused with another
ramen shop.�

�No this is the right place.  Some things you can�t forget no matter
how hard you try, and you are one of them.  If you are here, she is
somewhere nearby.  It is only fitting that you'll be the one to tell
me where I can find her.  Now, I�m going to ask you again�  Where is
SHE?�

�I�m sure you�ve made a mistake, there is no Shampoo here.  Now
leave!�

�Is that right?  I had to go through an awful lot of trouble to get
that information.  However, taking out that entire Amazon tribe was
not as hard as I thought it would be.�

�Amazons�  What are they?�

�You know, it�s so unusual that you�ve never heard of them before.  I
was directed to this land by two of them in particular.  Now what was
their names again???  Ah yes�  Ling-Ling and Lum-Lum.

The two were staring directly at each other.  The air between them was
filled with static residues of anger.  Cologne now had her staff in
hand. The stranger was lowering down to begin a stance.  The two
concentrations were broken as someone entered into the door.  The
person�s familiar voice distilled the silent air in the room.

�Sorry I�m late for work Cologne.  I was looking for Shampoo, but she
shook me off.  I bet she went to find that good for nothing Ranma!�

The stranger snapped to attention and looked back toward Mousse.  He
then looked back at Cologne and began to speak in a very sarcastic
tone.

�So�  You�ve never heard of her, huh�  I knew that this was the right
place.  Now, tell me.  Where is Shampoo!?�

�Ah�  Cologne, who is this guy?  And what does he want with my beloved
Shampoo?�

�I�m not sure Mousse, but I believe that he could be a threat to her.
This could be your chance to prove how much you care for Shampoo, by
taking care of him.�

Mousse adjusted his glasses and began to grin at the young man that
stood in between him and Cologne.   He put his hands back into his
sleeves and began to slowly walk toward the stranger.

�What is it that you want from my beloved Shampoo.  If you tell me
now, I may consider not harming you too badly.�

�I hold no malice to you, so it will be in your best interest to
direct me to her whereabouts and I will not harm you.  I can always
come back for the hag later.�

�I don�t think you�ll be going anywhere!�

Mousse charged and aimed his open sleeves at the stranger.  Several
chain dragged blades rocketed out at the newcomer.  He stood in place
until the last possible second, then dodged to his right.   He jumped
to the side and landed in a handstand.   Mousse recoiled his weapons
and prepared for another attack.  The stranger hopped back onto his
feet and turned toward Mousse.  He began to sway side to side, as if
he was beginning to dance to some music that only he could hear.  His
poor-sited attacker had readied himself and was pronged to attack.
All the time the stranger continued to dance around in place.

Mousse waited till he saw an opening, then he leaped into the air.  At
that moment the other young man jumped straight up into the air after
him.  Mousse shoot out a few daggers at him, but they all missed as
the stranger curled his legs close to his body.  He unloaded both of
his feet into Mousse�s chest.  Which sent him sailing backward.  As
soon as the attacker landed, he charged in on Mousse.  However, he
landed back on his feet also, and he sent a barrage of weapons out
toward the other young man.  The stranger ducked and rolled under
them.  He ended up only a few feet in front of Mousse, whose weapons
where still travelling forward.  Before he could draw them back in,
the young man did a gymnastic kind of move, as if he was on the pummel
horse.  He placed his hands up under himself and lifted the rest of
his body off the ground.  One of his legs hit Mouse in the stomach and
the other swept his legs from up under him.  Mousse toppled backward.
He hit the ground hard.  The young man, with his hands still up under
himself, went in to a handstand and inverted his direction.  Which
caused one of his heels to smash square into Mousse�s face.

He stood up and looked back at Mousse lying on the ground.  His
glasses had been broken, and there was a trail of blood leaking down
from his nose to the side of his face.  The young man fixed his
clothing and looked back toward Cologne.  They exchanged a hard stare
at each other for about a second, then he turned around and walked out
of the door.  As he exited, he spoke out in a clam rational voice.

�I will find Shampoo.  And this time I will not let you or anyone else
keep us apart.�

Cologne walked over to Mousse and checked to make sure he was okay.
The blow to his face landed just above his nose.  If it had been a few
centimeters lower, it would have killed him.  He was bruised and
unconscious, but he would be okay.  Cologne began to think back and
remember where she had seen that style before.  She thought for a few
seconds and then jumped when it dawned on her.  She remembered the
only other person she�d ever seen use that form before.  She grabbed
her staff and then hopped out of the door at full speed, in hope to
find Shampoo, before he did.






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