Ranma 1/2: The Masked Stranger - Prologue
It was a dark, dreary night in the city of Nerima; the rain was thundering, never ceasing to catch a breath. Strays screeched, trying to defend what little territory they had while the more fortunate of felines were in apartments, fended off by the rain in a lap of luxury. A group of teens were walking home, chatting after a night out.
"Hey, so you know that guy who was serving us at the café today? You know the one with the American accent? Wasn't he just plain adorable?!"
"Oh my god, don't get me started on him!"
"Just because he's foreign doesn't mean he's cute…"
"Yeah, well who would you rather date Kagome?"
"Ranma, he's kind of hot only he's engaged to- EEEEK! " Hands grasped into her wrists, leaving her unable to move.
"Where does he live!?"
"Who?"
"Ranma!" Kagome looked behind to see who was grabbing a hold of her. The first word she thought of was mysterious. He was a slim yet muscular figure, clad in dark blue. He had lots of wrap around his arms, chest, and head, plus a shawl of sorts with a foreign design. All she could see of his face were his long bangs, leaving only one eye to be seen. The rest of her friends stood in fear. They already knew that if someone was looking for Ranma Saotome, it was best not to get in their way.
"I don't know where he lives exactly, but he goes to the same school as me."
"Where?" The stranger was impatient, eager to move on.
"Furinkan High." He let go of her, leaving Kagome's wrists hurt but not damaged. She stood dumbfounded as he walked away and turned around one last time.
Thank you. The words flashed in her mind somehow, as if he sent them telepathically... Then in a flash of powder and light, he disappeared without a trace.
"Why?" Her question was left unanswered in the rain.