Disclaimer: I do not own Ranma ½ or any of the people in it. All I own is the OCs in this Chapter.

A/N: This is a fanfic I wrote a LOOOOOOONG time ago. I'm posting it here just for the heck of it. Oh, and the Teen rating is for the potty mouth main caracter.

Ch 1: An Unusual Meeting

"Dammit! I'm late, again!"

"BRIAN! How many times have I told you , don't use those type of words in my house?!"

"Oooo, busted!"

"Shut up, Dan! As much as I would like to stand here and argue with you, Dad, I still need to get to school. So, excuse me."

Yep, a typical mourning in my household. . . Oh, how rude of me, I didn't even inform you to who I am. Ahem My name is Brian Amaru, age: 18, status: Senior and single. I go to, or I should say, I went to an average high school in Michigan, and I was your average student. At least, until this particular mourning…

I missed the bus, once again, and had to walk to school. It wasn't as bad as you might think. Even with a half-ton backpack, it was only about a ten to fifteen minute walk. I was wearing my favorite red shirt, a pair of jean shorts, my baseball cap, and my ever present sunglasses. Anyway, I was walking my usual path when I heard something behind a group of bushes. It sounded like muffled voices and a lot of movement.

This can't be good, I thought as I continued to walk on. I stopped at the sound of a punch hitting home. Damn guilty concise. I turned around and, as quietly as possible, snuck through the bushes.

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"Listen, Old Man, we told you, no one goes by without paying the toll," said a twenty-something young man. He was about 6'2" and very well built. This guy looked like he benched 250 lb. a day. His buddies weren't that far off, together they looked like a basic goon squad. All five of then stood around an elderly man in a large overcoat, despite that it was over eighty degrees, and occasionally kicked him or punched him.

"I told you," wheezed the man, "the only thing I have is this coat."

"Wrong answer!" yelled another member, before he punched the man in his kidney. "You have to have at least something else besides that." The man kept silent.

What do I do?! Let's review the facts. First: If I fight, I'll be in trouble at school; Second: I haven't been in a fist fight since elementary school; and last, but most important: They not only out weigh me, but out NUMBER me! A third one kicked the man's head, nearly giving him a whiplash. THAT does it! "Hey! Moron Crew, why don't you fight someone who would provide better entertainment? Namely me!"

They looked at me like they didn't know weather to take my offer, bust out laughing, or both. I turned my baseball cap backwards, slipped my backpack off, and got in a lose stance. It was then I wished I was still in Karate. The old man looked at me with appreciation in his eyes, not to mention worry for my safety. The leader, the twenty-something bodybuilder, walked up to me very casually, causing me to get even more nervous.

"What are you going to do if we decline your offer, hmmmm?" he asked right in my face, fogging my sunglasses a little.

Shit, a smart bully. Well I guess there has to one in every group. "I'll. . . uh. . .fight you!" This time he did bust out laughing, sending spit over my face and new sunglasses.

Laughing at me, I could understand, I'm pretty pathetic looking. But NO ONE messes up my sunglasses and gets away with it! I vaguely remember what happened over the next few minutes, all I do recall is my right foot meeting a very sensitive part of the male anatomy. Then my fists connecting with a face, a jaw, a gut, and my elbow meeting the base of a spine. When I became fully aware of my surroundings, I saw all five punks out cold and the old man standing and smiling at me.

"What the hell happened?" I asked meekly. All he did was smile bigger and point at me. "You mean th. . . That I-I-I-" He nodded slowly, smile never fading from his face. "Oh. . . OH SHIIIIIT!!!!! When the school finds out. . ."

"Who said they would?" The man finally spoke. Er, asked.

"Well I'm a student, and I just beat up a bunch of guys. What do you mean people won't find out?" I asked, waving to the small pile of bodies behind me.

"What guys?" He asked with a confused look on his face (he was still smiling, don't ask me how, but he was).

"Huh?" I turned around, and my jaw hit the ground. All, frickin', five of them were gone as if they never were there to begin with. "B-b-b-b-but t-t-t-th-th"

"-that's impossible?" I nodded dumbly. "Where they went, or came from, is of no concern to you now. But I would like to thank you for your assistance." He walked up to me and placed a strange jewel in my hand. "For your selfless act in disposing of those punks for me, I give you this jewel."

"That's nice, but-"

"Hush. This is no ordinary gem, it's a piece of a real wishing star. It has the ability to grant any wish you want, ANY wish. But be warned, the wish you make will be irreversible, so chose wisely." He smiled again, turned, and started to walk away.

"Wait! How do I make the wish?" I might as well humor him.

"Place the gem under your pillow then say your wish before you go to sleep. In the mourning you will see your wish a reality. But you only have one, and you need to make it tonight, or the jewel will vanish and you'll never get your wish." With that, he turned and vanished in the foliage.

I stared at the little piece of crystal in my hand. It was a little larger than a marble and about as light as one. The thing glittered like a diamond in the morning. . . .

"SSSSSSHHHHHIIIIIIIIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M LATE!!!"

End for now

A/N: Before anyone asks: Yes this IS a Ranma fic. They just don't show up for a few chapters.