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Note: I and DaisukiFox both worked hard on this story, and we decided to upload it to here. DaisukiFox and I take equal credit for creating this fanfiction, and we will alternate writing each chapter. This is our prologue chapter, written by me and edited by DaisukiFox. Enjoy! 3
It was a cool morning day; at least, that was the comparable feeling to the normally obnoxious heat they had been suffering from all week. As they readied themselves in to suitable fighting stances, they stared into their opponent's eyes. Ranma, while he was not particularly fond of the weather, couldn't help but feel relief from the hot sun. However, this divided his attention. If his father, Genma, were to strike this very moment, Ranma would surely be out of luck. He tried to maintain his composure. He couldn't let himself be guided by insecurities. With this in mind, he glared at his father and leaped forth at him with a more level head.
Both Genma and Ranma were excellent combatants. Trained in the art of anything goes, these martial artists had a trick up their sleeve for just about any occasion. Not to mention they were great fighters. Oh and did I say they were sly?
As the two continued to exchange blows, they grew tired. It was around this time that Ranma received a lucky knuckle sandwich from Genma and was promptly flung across the grasslands. Luckily, or unluckily if you were an aqua-transsexual, Ranma landed in a small pond. In place of the tall, black haired boy was now a short, red headed banshee. She picked herself up and cried, "Did ya have to throw me into the water?"
Genma, chuckling at his latest victory, was unaware of Ranma's malicious intent as he closed his eyes. Just before a handful of water landed swiftly onto him, he guffawed and rolled around in the sand and dirt, but upon the contact of water, he too speedily changed, but into a panda instead.
Unable to speak, the frustrated panda held up a sign, 'Why'd you do that?'. However, Ranma, being the mature young woman she was, only responded to the question with her middle finger before stomping off into the distance. 'What's eating her?' came the next question onto the panda's arsenal of signs. But there was no one left there to answer.
It was a little while before she decided to take a break from her walk and cool down. She gracefully plopped down onto the dirt and counted to ten. 'Ich. Ni. San'. Upon the third number being counted, Ranma noticed danger. From within the tall grass came lions. Ranma bolted from her position and fell straight into a sprint.
"C-cats!" Ranma screamed, frightened beyond all belief. This was the price of obtaining her neko-ken, a fact that she still detested her father for to this very day.
It wasn't just the fact that Ranma was scared of being eaten by these lions. She was terrified of all cats in general. The mere sighting of one has her in trembles. Adding onto the fact that these particular cats wanted her for food, and Ranma was one terrified person!
There was no hope that she would get away from them now. They were much too fast for her, and even her training couldn't prepare her for this! She ducked as one attack deftly came. The lion had leaped over her shoulder, barely grazing her. Another lion pounced, but Ranma kicked it away before it could sink its jaws into her skin. She rolled back onto her feet and hopped over another attack.
However much she wanted to get away and forget about these lions, she couldn't stop them and was unable to keep her neko-ken from activating. "Rrorr..." Ranma growled and sprang back at the lions, scratching and tearing her jaw into them. The lions backed off and regrouped.
Ranma hissed at them and showed them her fangs. The lion's response was to dive in for another attack, but before any of them could land a hit on her, someone had thrown a large red that's sheer pressure managed to delay the lions attack, but when it made contact with a few of them, it smacked them away a good distance back.
Someone Hooped over a small hill near by landed in front of her, a young male clad in warrior garb came to the rescue. Ranma stared at the newcomer, unsure whether to consider the man to be a threat or not. In the mean time, He held an umbrella, swinging it wildly and scaring them away with it. Its heaviness was apparent from the sheer wind pressure it caused.
"Stay back!" he demanded. "Ranma's mine!" Ryoga would be damned if a bunch of overgrown cats would take his prey away from him.
The lions weren't foolish enough to mess with someone who could weld such a tool, retreating was their only option.
As the newcomer turned around to greet Ranma, he was greeted with a pounce by her. "Whoa! Hey Ranma. What are you doing here in Paris?" Ryoga, Ranma's savior, asked. As Ranma's face got closer to his, he blushed and asked, "Wh-what are you doing?"
Despite Ryoga's hurried conscious, he was unable to move away from Ranma's strong grip. Her paws, err, hands gripped harder onto his shoulder as she moved closer. She smelled him and then, upon recognizing the familiar smell, she licked his cheek. Ryoga, unable to stop himself from trying to look towards the area she was licking, instantly regretted his stupid error. Ranma's tongue slithered over Ryoga's lips and she crashed her own pair of lips into his, earned an exasperated, yet muffled, cry from Ryoga.
The kiss last no more than a few seconds, but both bodies were flush up against each other as Ryoga pulled Ranma away from him. He was gasping for breath as he buried his hand into his bag and withdrew from it a thermos of water. He subsequently opened the container to thrust the warm water over Ranma's head, causing her to change back into a guy.
"Meow!" the neko-ken version of Ranma cried.
"What the hell was that for?" Ryoga shouted, sitting up.
That splash of warm water had little if no effect on the now wet and annoyed neko-kan Ranma, glaring at Ryoga for a bit before he pounced on him once more, with his spine upwards and a paw, er, once again hand, extended out to threaten him if he tried anything else.
"R-Ranma!" Ryoga stuttered, fearing another kiss or worse, being scratched by Ranma's neko-kan paw.
"Hsss!" he hissed, revealing his fangs.
Gulping, the lost boy didn't move as the neko-kan Ranma watched him. Seeing that he hadn't moved at all, the feline martial artist curled up onto his chest and proceeded to take a catnap.
Ryoga saw that as a good opening for an attempt at escaping this odd position.
"Rawr..." Ranma growled, catching Ryoga's attention and causing him to lower his hand and once again become stiff.
'Just my luck... I end up saving Ranma and he ends up kissing me and threatening to hurt me if I'm not his bed,' Ryoga thought, sighing. 'sometimes I really hate foreign countries, not to mention it makes me wonder how Ranma even got here anyways...'
After a minute or two had passed, Ryoga could feel a stirring on his chest, no doubt Ranma's little episode had ended. As quckly as he could, Ryoga took that opportunity to push Ranma away.
"What the hell is wrong with you!" Ryoga demanded, earning a flinch from Ranma. Ranma groaned as he awoke and he glanced upward at the one who was communicating with him.
With a very unusual expression, Ranma said, "M-Master?"
It was then that it felt like the whole world came crashing down onto Ryoga's face, due to all the craziness around him, Ryoga could no longer keep hold of his consciousness and he promptly passed out.