Summary: Ranma Saotome wakes up in Wave Country, after a fight against Kuno went wrong. Seeing the people being crushed under Gato's heel, he decides to do something about it, and befriends Team 7 in the process.

Note: Ki and Chakra will be the same, in this story.

I'm surprised at the amount of reviews I got! Glad to see there are Ranma fans still out there... Possibly one of the best animes anyone can ever watch.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or Ranma 1/2.

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Who's A Ninja?
A Ranma 1/2 and Naruto Crossover
By Ranma XLR
© 2014
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Chapter 1: A Chance Encounter

A few days had passed since I found myself stranded on another world. I still didn't quite believe it, myself. I had spent my first few hours in denial, refusing to believe such a thing would happen to me. But I stopped that line of thought when I was reminded of who I really am.

I am Ranma Saotome; for me, the strange was usual, the abnormal was just another day.

'Get a hold of yourself, Saotome.' I had told myself. In that moment, I had let go of my feelings of confusion and desperation, realizing that such emotions were not going to help me find my way home.

And so I did what I always do. I adapted. I would search for a way back, and I would succeed, because anything less was unacceptable. But first, I had to repay my debt to the old man that saved me.

'Tamotsu.' His voice rang in my head. The man was a hard working farmer with a happy disposition.. though I noticed him simply stop at times, and shake his head, as if to ward off bad memories. He had the manner of a man who had suffered much in life; a man who'd seen the true horrors that men were capable of. He'd given me some clothes that were obviously a few sizes too small for him. I'd asked where he got them, but the man clammed up, a faraway look in his eyes appearing. He didn't answer the question, and I didn't dare broach the subject again.

I figured I'd help him around the farm for a week or so. I didn't really know how it all was done, but a little teaching from Tamotsu and I had the fields tilled in a few days, a far cry from what the old timer expected. In fact, he seemed overjoyed at the fact I offered my help in the first place, let alone finishing the work in record time.

Right now, however, I was headed towards the city proper to purchase some supplies Tamotsu had told me to get. I was supposed to get some seeds, and fertilizer.

He seemed very reluctant to trust me with money— something which made me irritated, and a little curious, seeing as I'd been working the fields for a few days straight to make it up to him— but he eventually relented, and let me run the errand.

When I made it to the city, I had to stop and stare at the awful scenery.

The city was a veritable slum; a cesspool. Buildings were in various states of disrepair, if not destroyed. An awful stench permeated the air, a sign that many did not even possess running water, an essential need for many. An atmosphere of despair and sadness loomed over all, suffocating even me. Adults walked along the alleyways and streets cautiously, looking around often, as if to make sure they were safe. A few kids sat upon the ground, looking like they hadn't eaten for days, or even slept in that time. Their eyes were dull. Lifeless. As some of the people near me took in my appearance, they shied away, as if I was going to beat them for no reason.

I grit my teeth at the scene. This wasn't right. It was as if the people's spirit had been broken by something, but what?

A flash of Tamotsu shaking his head passed through my mind. I resolved to ask the man a couple of questions when I got back.

But first, back to the matter at hand. I went to the nearest person. It was a woman. She looked panicked as I approached her.

"Hello." I began with a friendly smile, which didn't reassure her at all.

"U-um." She began, still looking around for a way out. "C-Can I help you?"

"Yeah!" I grinned, not wanting to let on the fact I noticed her fear. "I'm running an errand for old man Tamotsu."

She perked up noticeably at the name, but still looked at me warily. "Oh, are you?"

"Yeah." I confirmed. "He told me to come here and get some supplies for him. I was just wonderin' where the marketplace was. Ya think you can help me out?" I asked.

She gave me a long look, as if to gauge my worth. Finally, she answered. "You go down this road, and go to the right. You'll find a store with the items you need, there."

"Great, thanks!" I turned to leave, but stopped. I turned back towards the woman. "I've got somethin' else I need to ask."

"S-Sure." She answered, looking nervous again. I briefly wondered what ideas were sprouting in her head, but decided to ask my question.

"What's wrong with this place? Everyone seems dead-eyed. Did something happen?" I asked, wanting to know what's going on.

She clammed up, and started looking around in a panic. She motioned for me to come closer, after a few moments. She leaned forward and whispered in my ear.

"Ask the old man." She whispered, a whimper escaping her lips. "W-we may be watched." She stuttered.

My eyes widened at that revelation. Watched? By who? I was about to ask the woman further questions, but realized that was all I was going to get out of her, judging by her sudden fit of shaking. Something bad must have happened to her. I put my hand on her shoulder, and gave a light squeezed. She flinched away at first, but eventually accepted the friendly gesture for what it was: Be strong.

I bit down on my anger at whoever did this to the woman, and made my way to the marketplace, following the directions she gave me. As indicated, I found the store, and made my way inside. The place was practically empty, with no notable items on display. It was a miracle the place was still open. I approached the teller.

"Yo." I flashed a quick smile at the store owner, a middle aged, thin man.

"Hello. I haven't seen your face before." The man said guardedly.

"I'm new." I explained. "Actually, I'm here on behalf of Tamotsu. I-"

"Ooh!" The owner perked up. "So the old timer's still kicking! That's good to hear." He smiled at me.

"Well I'm here to buy some seeds and some fertilizer." I said, looking around the store. I doubted he had anything. As if reading my line of thought, the owner knelt down, and wedged a stick in between the floorboards. He pulled, and the floorboard came off easily, showing a multitude of things in storage. I raised my eyebrows in surprise. What a sneaky man.

'Though,' I thought to myself. 'You'd have to be sneaky in a place like this.'

"I'm afraid," The owner said, pulling out a bag of what looked like seeds. "We don't have any fertilizer, but these should help. Ne?" He held the bag of seeds out to me. I grabbed it, and fished in my pockets, grasping at a few coins the old man had given me. I handed them over to the owner, thanking him for the service, and made my way out of the store.

I made it around ten steps out of the store, before I heard a few rustling noises to my right. I turned my head to see what the commotion was about; it was just two men standing around, whispering to each other. They took no note of my presence, deciding to head over to the store I'd just left, leaving a sinking feeling in my stomach.

The shouts and sounds of things breaking were all I needed to run back into the store, the seeds safely stored in one of the many pockets this outfit had.

The scene I'd entered to was just as I'd imagined. The owner was on his knees, his hands clasped together. He was begging.

"I swear!" He shouted. "I swear I don't have anything!" He cried desperately, his head bowed.

"See, old man," One of the two assaulters drawled in a bored tone. "Me and my buddy here," He motioned to the other burly man next to him, who was cracking his knuckles menacingly, "don't really believe you. We saw a guy leave this place just now. This means they bought something from here. Which means you've been holdin' out on us!"

"No!" The man lied vehemently, gritting his teeth. "I sent him away because I didn't have anything!"

"I've heard enough." The first man said. "Let's rough him up a little. Maybe then he'll talk."

The owner started begging, calling out for help as the two men approached him, unheeding of his pleas.

That was all I needed to see, before I interrupted.

"Hey, bastards!" My voice carried through the store, startling all three occupants. The two bandits turned to me, glaring hatefully at me. I wasn't amused.

"What did you say, punk!?" The first guy said angrily, moving towards me threateningly, the other man following suit.

"What, you deaf as well, loser?!" I taunted, and turned my back on them, stepping out of the store as I did so.

"Why, you!" I heard one of them yell out, and the sound of their footsteps right after.

Perfect, they fell for my bait. It took all my self control to not grin at that very moment. A small while later, and we stood in the open street, a small crowd forming around us. The people recognized me as the newcomer who'd asked one of them a couple questions. Some of the elders looked away, as if they knew the horror they were about to witness. I frowned at the lack of support. Their spirit really was broken.

"Heh, you see this, Manji?" The bandit said to his cohort. "We even got ourselves an audience!"

The other man simply grunted, and brandished a knife at me. I was not impressed. I stood in a loose stance, provoking them to come at me. I smirked, and yawned loudly, irritating them.

"Enough games!" The first bandit rushed towards me, aiming to knock my lights out with one punch. I read his intent even before he'd ran to me. Pathetic.

I leaned to my left, missing his right hook by inches, and planted my fist in his gut, making sure not to put any strength behind it. I didn't want to kill the guy, after all.

However, it turns out that 'no strength' means 'bulldozer', as the man doubled over, losing his breath, as well as his lunch immediately. Tch. Pushover.

"That was just a love tap!" I taunted, before smashing my knee into the unfortunate bandit's face, knocking him unconscious. The other guy, Menji or whatever, seeing his friend get beaten so easily, bolted out of the street, not wanting to tangle with me, not that I could blame him, of course! No one can beat Ranma Saotome, after all!

I stared at his running form, with a bit of amusement, before suddenly frowning. These guys were the ones who caused the people of this village all the trouble. I decided to chase the guy, but suddenly heard a loud thud. I made my way towards the noise, seeing the bandit sprawled on the ground, unconscious. The sound of footsteps assaulted my ears, and I slowly looked up to the source.

The man I laid my eyes upon looked entirely different from both the bandits and the villagers. He was tall, with spiky silver hair. His eye was black, with the other covered by a strange bandana with a metal plate— was that a leaf symbol?— most of his face was covered with a mask. He wore a military green vest, adorned with many pockets and the like. A pouch was strapped on his right leg. What seemed to be the weirdest part, however, was that the man was giggling— yes, giggling— into an orange book he was currently reading. The only indication he'd knocked out the bandit was that his left fist was out, and slowly being returned to his side.

The guy stopped right in front of me, giving me a lazy look with his one eye.

"Yo!" Cyclops said with false cheer.

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