Fyras14: Guilty as charged...I know...I shouldnt be posting another Ranma story like this, but I just couldnt help myself! :) Anyway, I had this crazy idea going on for the last couple of days after watching that Pokemon episode the other day...and gave me this really wacky idea...what if there were two Ranmas? One was a prince and the other...well, or favorite sex-changing martial artist, and well...they switched places? Yep. This happens here...but, with a malicious twist.

Oh and before I forget...this is more like a special sort of proyect of mine, as I will be turning in to school soon enough...(I was supposed to be at school about two weeks ago, but well...the school is getting a makeover...completely...long story) I will probably post a chapter once a week, either the following month or two, depending on how school work is. I already have the whole story done in my notebook, but I need time to write it all down...Do hope you all enjoy this prologue though.

Cursed forms shall not be given new names, like Ranma-chan, P-chan(this one, however, comes as an exception depending on the point of view), Shampoo-neko, etc. If they change gender, they shall be referred as their current gender at the moment.

I'm not really familiar with the attacks that are present in Ranma 1/2, so please forgive me if I have them down wrong...

Ranma 1/2 and its characters dont belong to me, so please, no suing!

Please read or review, or criticize, whichever comes first. Flames are not accepted, frowned upon, and possibly deleted.

I've looked at life from both sides now
From win and lose and still somehow
It's life's illusions I recall
I really don't know life at all.

-Joni Mitchell

-Prologue-

-Amagumo Rikuto-

The silence in the dojo was deafening, but the stranger had yet to make a move as he held his victim closer, a katana seconds to cutting off the redhead woman's neck. Next to them, a young woman kneeled, hands behind her back, her brown bowl cut hair messy, eyes glaring at the stranger and his katana. The hostage, for her part, maintained a cool expression on her face, despite the tears that slid down her cheeks, and the crowd before them that was watching the scene take place. It looked like a drama scene right out of the soap opera; the bad guy had been finally been caught, but alas, he must make a last stand and takes one of the leads hostage, either him or the other dies, but unfortunately for Nabiki Tendo, and the group of martial artists nearby, this was nothing like a soap opera, and the worst thing was that she knew it.

Why!? Why didn't I see this coming!? she inwardly cried, her eyes never leaving the man or the katana close to her auntie's neck. I should have known he…he…!

"You heartless monster!" Akane Tendo sobbed, as her glare met the smirking man's own. "Leave Auntie and my sister alone!!"

No…no…Akane…don't cry for this monster…he isn't worth it! Nabiki wanted to yell, but she couldn't, for her eyes were only glaring at the smirking one before her, the one that held the life of Nodoka Saotome in the balance.

"My, my…aren't we rude?" the stranger said, cocking an eyebrow in amusement at the group before him; two families, a brute with a bandanna, a guy with glasses, a macho-looking chef, a bimbo, a girl with a giant pig, a ninja scout, and finally a guy with a bokken and a silly glare fixed upon his face.

"Demon! Let go of my goddesses' fair mother this instant!" the crazy samurai boy cried, glaring daggers at the stranger. A smirk was his only answer, before putting the katana closer to the woman's neck; everyone froze.

Bastard…

Everyone in the room stood still for a couple of seconds, before a man in a white gi wearing glasses stepped closer, going cautiously as he did so for fear of the woman in the stranger's arms. He was on his hands and feet, kneeling, while a sudden flash of pain passed through Nodoka's eyes.

"Please…please," he begged. "Please…son…I beg of you…let go of your mother…please…Ranma…spare her…I beg of you…please," the man went on, tears ever present in his eyes as he went on and on and begged his son to let his mother go.

Ranma Saotome's smirk grew even wider, as a madden gleam filled his eyes, before he set his eyes on the kneeling Genma Saotome. "You beg of me?" he asked, a large dose of sarcasm in his question that everyone in the room could hear. "Very amusing…isn't that right, mother?" the pig-tailed boy asked, turning a simple smile to his hostage, who only favored him with a cold stare.

"You are no son of mine, you monster." At that, Ranma's smirk returned, as he nodded.

"You are so right, aren't you, Mrs. Saotome?" he asked, before turning to face the kneeling man and the others, his eyes showing mirth as if this was but a game to him. "She has won a prize, wouldn't you agree? Wonder what it would be…?" Ranma trailed off, as he glanced back at Nabiki, who was still not moving, her glare still in place. "What do you think, Nabiki-chan?"

"…Bastard…" Ranma only laughed at Nabiki's response, before it was interrupted by Genma's begging.

"Son…son…plea--" He didn't get too far, before another laugh of Ranma's caught him off.

"You are still on with that!?" he cried, looking around the room at the martial artists as if daring them to speak. "Hahaha…I guess he was right after all…you truly are a bunch of fools," the pig-tailed boy said, as he added a bit more pressure on the katana, making it harder for Nodoka to breath. "Ha! Oh, this is so much fun!" he cried out, making everyone glare at him even more, but then, no one move for fear of the katana and its victim. "Hahaha…I mean, put on a pretty face, a reasonable explanation for having no curse, and there! You have another me hanging around…right, dear Tendo-san?" Ranma added, as he looked at Nabiki, who's glare had increased tenfold, as did the confusion in the room.

Something was obviously off here.

"…What…what is he saying…? Na…Nabiki?" Akane asked her sister weakly, wishing with all her might she could take the sword from that monster that was once her fiancé and thrust it into his gut for what he was doing and for what he had done.

"That…that bastard…" Nabiki began, but for a moment fear stopped her, and she went on. "He's not Ranma, sis…whatever you think, he is not Ranma…he isn't Ranma…" At those words, commotion broke around the room, meanwhile the pig-tailed boy that was somehow not Ranma, watched on, with interest.

"Nabiki Tendo, how can you deny your sight the truth!? That is feared demon Saotome, the one that holds the maiden hostage!!"

"You have to be kidding, Nabiki! That's Ran-c—I mean, that bastard's Ranma!"

"Shampoo think too! That be Ranma!!"

"And I thought I was blind!"

"What are you talking about? That is Ranma right there!!" Before long, the commotion broke down, at the stranger's low chuckle, before he responded mockingly,

"Please…you really are confusing me for someone else…" And before anyone could move, the sharp blade appeared on Nabiki's own neck, making the teenager gulp in worry and the others stop with their staring and disbelief. "Of course, my dear Nabiki-chan…these scum would never understand what you are trying to imply," he said, glancing curiously at the martial artists, as he held the older woman tighter. "…but of course, they never do…all they say is 'Die Ranma', or 'Marry me, Ranma' and the sort…really pathetic…" He scoffed, as the blade suddenly appeared under Nodoka's neck once more, causing tension to grow once more. "You really think they'll listen to you? No wonder he took the bait so easily…I mean, who wouldn't…his life is such a mess…such chaos…" A sudden glee filled his eyes as they scanned the room before him. "I believe a new introduction is in order…My name is Amagumo Rikuto…

…and I am not really sorry about this."