A/N: Heyla! All right, I just want to get this out of the way now…

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN RANMA ½ OR ITS CHARACTERS!! ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTIVE OWNERS!! (With the exception of a few which happen to be mine, like Hotaka, Natsuko, Kazuma, Perfume, Banna, ect.)

Anyway… That little note and the one I'm about to write is for all chapters. (Right now I have no idea how many there are going to be ^^;;) On to other business, comments and criticisms are welcome. Flames are okay too, but only if you feel really strongly about something and have reason to back it up. (Flames like "SO AND SO SHOULD BE WITH THIS PERSON BECAUSE I SAID SO!!!" are not acceptable and will be ignored, just a warning.) I'm not encouraging you to flame either, just giving you the option. Please send all comments/criticisms/flames/whatever to mountysoccergirl12@cox.net. And now, for the story…

"Talking"

Thinking

*NOISES*

//People on the other side of the phone line or radio/television announcer//

o/" Music o/"

::Chinese::

Prologue

It was a peacefully day in Nerima, the sky was blue, birds were singing, flowers blooming, no massive property damage had been done. Yes, life was good.

But if you've ever been to Nerima, you would know it never lasts.

As if on cue, the sky was covered in dark rain clouds, the wind picked up dramatically, two rather large objects fell from the sky, there was a loud scream accompanied by a thud and rapid cursing. Then it was clear and beautiful again and all was right in the world.

One of the figures that had fallen from the sky, which had landed on what used to be a stone wall, rose from the rubble, looking around. The figure was, commonly enough, a young girl, about sixteen years old, with long blue hair pulled into a braid that went half way down her back. She was wearing what appeared to be a Furinkan High school uniform, though the jumper was much shorter. She looked from one side of her, then to the other, and spotted a green piece of cloth sticking out of the rubble.

"Oh no…"

She immediately began digging at the area the bandana was in.

"You better not be dead, Hotaka, I want to be the one who kills you," she grumbled, digging through the rubble. As if on cue, a muscle toned arm popped out of the mess and grabbed the collar of her shirt.

"So glad to know you care about me, Natsuko."

Natsuko grasped the arm and pulled firmly, unearthing a young boy to whom the arm was attached. "Anytime," she replied. She turned to her male companion, who was currently pulling the rest of his body from what used to be a stone wall. "You okay, Hotaka? Anything broken?"

"I don't think so, but my shoulder hurts like hell."

"Let me see," she said, unbuttoning his jacket. Hotaka also wore what looked like a Furinkan High uniform, though instead of navy it was a dark gray, and in his brown hair he wore a green bandana. He knocked her hand away.

"I can undress myself, thank you," he told her matter-of-factly.

"Jeez, sorry for being so concerned," she huffed, annoyed.

Despite the annoyed glares they gave each other, Hotaka did manage to take off his jacket and shirt to reveal his left shoulder.

"Ooo, that's one nasty looking bruise," she stated, poking it gently. Hotaka cringed showing off his sharply pointed fangs.

"Would you stop doing that?"

"What? The stwong, tewwible Hotaka in pain 'cause of a lil' booboo?"

"Yes, I am, you head strong tomboy," he grumbled, closing his shirt and jacket.

Natsuko glared at him again, but chose to ignore the comment. Instead, she looked at her surrounding trying to get her bearings.

"Looks like the old ghoul only threw us about a block," she stated.

"That's not like her," he replied, finally standing. He fixed the green bandana that was tied up in his brown hair and began checking his pockets. "Damn, I lost some of my spatulas, not to mention my umbrella."

"*BAM* You mean this thing Hotachan?"

Rubbing his head where the she had hit with the umbrella, he asked, "Whatcha do that for?"

"I don't know, maybe because this entire thing was your fault!"

"My fault?! I wasn't the one who offered a team duel!"

"Was it my fault you took on Perfume?! You should have taken on me!"

"The girl had me tangled up in three friggin' yo-yos!"

"Then you should have let her win!"

"Why in seven Hells would I want to do that?! She would've killed me if I threw the match!"

"Wouldn't it have been better than getting engaged to her!"

"Actually, it wouldn't've been! At least now I still have my honor!"

"You and your honor. Besides, she's already engaged to Kazuma."

"Last I heard, they weren't too happy about that."

"Then you haven't heard anything resent. You've seen the Amazonian pendant she gave him, have you not?"

Hotaka cringed at that one. He had, in fact, seen the Amazonian promise pendant that their purple haired female Amazon friend had given Natsuko's twin blue haired brother. Without being able to think of a comeback quick enough, Natsuko smirked, obviously thinking she had won the argument. There was no way in seven Hells Hotaka would give her that pleasure, so he fell back on what he knew would make her mad.

"It's better than being engaged to you!"

"Ex-CUSE me?!"

"You heard me. You might be an idiot, but not even you're dense enough to be completely oblivious to how our parents have been talking about engaging us since day one! At least now, they can't. Perfume's much prettier anyway; I'd rather have her over you any day."

"Wanna say that again, werewolf?!"

"Tomboy!"

"Dental problem!"

"Helpless ballerina!"

"Oooo, that is it!"

Yes, it was a normal day in Nerima in deed.