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Hey there readers! Welcome to one of my brand new stories, in which you will be able to participate in! If you want to know the details, stick around for my author's note at the end of this chapter.

Thanks again to Naga Shark for reviewing this and my siblings for helping me come up with this story.

Now then, I hope you enjoy my latest creation!

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'...' thoughts

Attacks

"Ranma prepare to die!" a disembodied voice cried out from behind. Ranma rolled his eyes as he lept to the left. They had been through this hundreds of times by now and he still wouldn't let up over that ridiculous duel.

"Fight me seriously dammit!" the Lost Boy cried as his opponent danced between his blows.

'Maybe if I ignore him he'll go away,' the pigtailed martial artist pondered. Unfortunately, this wasn't going to happen. The more blows that weren't connecting the more collateral damage there was to everything around the duo. Ranma spared a glance in each direction and mentally groaned. People apparently never got tired of seeing him fight, even though everyone by now knew how much damage they could rack up.

'Why do I always have to be the good guy?' he thought to himself. He turned to face Ryoga head on and caught his fist mid swing.

"You really want to do this Ryoga?" Ranma asked. Ryoga just glared at him and tugged his hand free, about to take another jab at his rival. "Alright. What d'ya say we take this somewhere a little less populated?"

Ranma jumped backwards onto a nearby fence, dodging Ryoga's punch. He lept to a rooftop and stuck out his tongue.

"Come on Charlotte! Catch me if you can!" he taunted. A final glance back told him Ryoga caught the bait. An enraged look was now on his face and seemed as though steam was about to pour out his ears.

The duo bounded from rooftop to rooftop, Ranma boosting Ryoga's blood pressure with constant taunts. The transgender martial artist led the Lost boy to a more isolated area filled with forestry and what looked like an old shrine.

'This should do it. That idiot can let loose some steam and nothing too important will get destroyed.'

Ranma ground his feet to a halt on the shrine roof. He turned about face, steadied himself, and threw a fist right where Ryoga was about to land. This achieved the desired effect with Ryoga planting his face in the fist with a millisecond to give a surprised look. Momentum swung the rest of his body out from beneath his, causing Ryoga to fall down on his back.

"Damn you Ranma!" he shouted, holding onto his nose.

"What, are you giving up already? I'm just warming up!" Ryoga roared as he drew his belt off. A flick of his wrist turned it into a makeshift sword.

"You're gonna pay for what you did Ranma!" He swung at Ranma's torso. Ranma bent back and let the belt fly over him.

"You aren't still going on about the bread, are you?"

"This isn't just about the bread!" Ryoga declared, still swinging-and missing-his belt. Every few swings he would hit the roof, sending shingles and dust flying up. "This about me paying you back for everything you've done to. And when I finally beat you, Akane will finally see she belongs with me!"

"You really think Akane would do that just because you'd beat me to a pulp?" The two stood in silence for a moment, Ryoga giving his rival a dubious look. A tumbleweed rolled between the duo and somewhere a cricket chirped.

"...Okay, never mind," Ranma conceded with a sweatdrop. "The point it that no matter what you try, the only way you can get close to Akane is as her little pet P-chan."

A stricken look plastered itself to the Lost Boy's face. With the sickly green aura accompanying it, Ranma knew he'd gone far.

'This looks like my cue to get the hell out of here before he levels the place!' Ranma darted away as Ryoga raised his arms and didn't look back. He didn't need to. Ranma had seen that attack plenty of times to know what it was capable of.

Ryoga brought his hands together, like the mouth of a roaring lion, but couldn't seem to lift his arms any higher. Unable to withstand the pressure any longer, he cried "Shi Shi Hokodan!" He released the pent-up energy all at once, sending it out his palms to the shrine. The ki obliterated the building, along with the ornate statue that was housed within.

The energy burst flung Ryoga off his feet and into the surrounding forest. As he pulled himself from the tree he had lodged himself into, he saw a small dove fly down from above, land, and look at Ryoga in the eye.

"Curse you Ranma," Ryoga muttered. "I'll make you pay this." The dove cooed as if it were laughing, mocking it. He growled and lunged at the bird, trying to take his anger out on it, but it flew up into the far reaches of the trees. Frustrated, Ryoga dismissed the bird and began running blindly deeper into the woods to search for his rival.

The dove remained above the trees for several moments, observing the perpetually lost boy, then finally flew off to report back to his master.

Somewhere, off into the heavens, did one particular kami reside. This place specifically had a perfect vantage point of Japan and everything that happens there for its divine protector Hachimon.

Something Hachimon had noticed about the past year of watching over Japan was that there had been an extraordinary amount of mishaps and overall mayhem occurring in the Nerima ward.

Hachimon knew the source of the trouble was a group of young martial artists dubbed the "Nerima Wrecking Crew" by mortals and kami alike. He also knew that said group has been the primary source of several kami's entertainment. There was just something about the situations the group got into, Ranma Saotome particularly, that most gods found amusing. But not Hachimon. Their near constant fighting with such devastating attacks puts the people of Japan in danger. If something didn't happen and fast, Hachimon didn't want to think of the possible consequences.

So, when one of his shrines got destroyed, Hachimon already had a fairly good idea in mind as to the cause. He sent out one of his messenger doves and was currently waiting for it's return.

"Ah, there you are," the kami said suddenly. He held out his hand as his dove appeared, settling down to perch in his palm. Instantly he knew what had transgressed and sighed through his nose. He dismissed his agent and waved his hand over the clouds in front of him, conjuring the image of a certain broken compass.

"Ryoga Hibiki, age 16 and budding martial artist. I believe it is past time you have been taught a lesson that doesn't involve a fist in your face. Perhaps some traveling will cool your temper." The kami's hands glowed as he focused on his task. Hachimon zeroed in on Ryoga's curse, gave it a simple tweak and it was done. The figure in the image took no notice of this and continued weaving between trees. In only seconds, the change took effect as Ryoga disappeared-from the image, from that Earth, and from that dimension.

Hachimon pulled his hands away and let the image dissolve back into the clouds they once were.

"And so it is done," he proclaimed. As almost an afterthought, he added "Now for the Saotome boy. Young Ranma needs to learn his lesson as well." Hachimon grabbed a new bunch of clouds, summoning the pigtailed martial artist's image this time. He thought for a minute, then grinned as his hands glowed with power. "This shall show him one cannot run away from one's problems." This time, the protector of Japan focused on an object on Ranma's finger. A small circlet and thread leading off into the distance glowed briefly and returned to invisibility just as quickly.

"Perhaps this will finally make those two realize something..."

Ranma pushed open the gate to the Tendo home, feeling grateful he hadn't encountered anymore rivals or wanna-be fiancees. He hopped onto the roof, opened the window to the guest roof and deposited his schoolbag. That done, he jumped down to the ground and walked into the dojo. As he removed his shoes, something flashed in the corner of his eye. He looked around, but there was only Akane in the room, breaking piles of concrete blocks. He was about to shrug the mysterious red light off when he felt his arm jerk.

"What the?" he began, looking at his hand quizzically. Nothing looked odd, his hand was definitely still a hand. Experimentally, Ranma threw a right hook and got a yelp in response.

"What was that?" Akane exclaimed, now also staring at her hand. The two stood silently, not sure what was going on. Starting a new experiment, Ranma decided to pull his hand backwards, away from Akane. At the same time, her left hand came forward and almost made her lose balance.

"Ranma, what's going on?" Akane asked fearfully, looking at her hand like it had turned purple.

"I have no idea," he replied. "Why don't we try pulling at the same time?" With nothing to lose and no better suggestions, the duo did just that. Unfortunately, whatever was going on wasn't going to give up without a fight.

The two tugged, reaching a distance of five meters between them before whatever was causing the problem reacted. The force tightened like elastic, nearly pulling both off their feet as they were dragged even closer together. Now only a meter apart, Ranma and Akane fiercely tried pulling again, but the force refused to stretch again, like a tired old rubber band.

'This can't turn out well,' Ranma thought dismally.

(A/N) Okay, so here's my idea: each chapter of this story with basically be a "What if?" scenario from a different world each time. An example would be "What would happen if Ryoga showed up at the Host club from Ouran?" sort of thing. If you have an idea for a chapter, let me know in a review. There are a couple of rules though:

1. It isn't limited to just anime. You can suggest series or movies like "Scooby Doo", "Star Wars", or whatever. You can even suggest video games.

2. If I don't know it, I can't write about it. Pretty selfexplanatory here-if I don't know the series or franchise, then I can't write a good chapter about it.

3. Please keep it clean. This story is for humor-related purposes, not romance.

Other than that, go nuts with it! I look forward to your ideas! Ja ne~!