A/N: Yo. This chapter is gonna be drastically different from the previous one, having no correlation to it whatsoever. I thought it would be cool if the prologue was smack dab in the middle of the story, with chapter 1 effectively being the beginning. Sorry if you get confused.

Enjoy.

"I'll assist you with Ma's sword," Ranma held up her mom's katana, ready to slice off the shitty panda's head. "Slit yer belly here and now."

She masterfully held a stance, readying to decapitate the panda. Said panda, obviously, chickened out, being the coward that he was.

"Take it like a man!" She yelled as the sounds of crashes and whining pandas echoed throughout the house. The rest of the residence seemed to take notice, approaching the source of the pandemonium. After a short scuffle, though, Ranma conceded.

"Shitty ol' bastard. If you ain't doin' it, I am. Unlike you, I have least some sense of honor." She opted to sit in a cross-legged position, setting the katana to the side. " I ain't dyin' like this, though. Gimmie some hot water."

Reluctant, the panda, Genma Saotome, set the tanto on the ground, before pulling out a teapot from within his fur. He poured the contents on his head, turning back into a human.

Ranma snatched the pot from his father's hand just as he finished, and proceeded to the same, turning herself back into himself. Now soaked, he grabbed the tanto and handed the katana back to his dad. They got into position once again, this time Genma ready to assist with the execution.

Ranma held the tanto, pointed toward his stomach. He knew he had to die, thanks to that crappy vow his father made, but still, he hesitated. It was silent for what seemed like several hours, as the one with the pigtail felt a bead of sweat rolling down his cheek.

Was he really going to have to do this?

...

Footsteps could be heard.

...

...

Fuck it.

He drived the tanto into his stomach.

"Do it, old man!" He spit blood saying this. The door opened, revealing the entirety of the Tendo household, along with Mrs. Saotome. The looks on their faces were almost comical. He wasn't able to laugh about it, though, as his head flew.

...

Ranma woke up in the middle of a back alley, poking his head out of a clump of garbage bags.

"The hell? I coulda sworn..." He felt his neck, along with his stomach. They seemed perfectly fine. Groaning, he groggily climbed his way out of the dumpster, before falling flat on his face into the dirty road before slowly getting up. He was wearing his usual chinese outfit, save for the dirt and grime covering it. He dusted himself off. "Did that bastard just dump me in an alley and expect to get away with it?"

That couldn't have been the case though. He felt the pain of his own disembowelment and saw the world spin as his head was lopped off. He definitely died, so why wasn't he dead? He began to ponder. Let's see... I committed seppuku with the help of Pops, and I can only assume he did the same, with the help of Ma. That should mean all three of us should be six feet under right about now, but I'm not. Maybe it's reincarnation? Wait, why aren't I a baby right now? How do I even have my memory? He sighed. What a load of bullshi-

BOOM!

What the hell? Ranma was pulled out of his musings as an explosion was heard just around the corner. He ran over to the source of the explosion, and he saw a crowd growing in size. As he made his way towards the crowd, he turned around another corner and- what the hell?

What he saw was a green sludge, surrounded by fire and a bunch of weirdos in weird clothes. He squinted his eyes. It reminded him of a giant booger. That didn't matter much, though, as when he looked closer, he saw a kid with blonde hair trapped inside said giant booger.

He felt the ground rumble soon after. Looking behind him, he gawked as he saw a giant woman wearing an orange and purple suit, with a mask and horns of the latter color. What the hell?

This was a question Ranma Saotome asked himself way too many times since he first arrived. He heard the crowd cheering something about a "Mt. Lady," probably the giant woman. Why wasn't anyone freaking out about her? Why wasn't anyone running away? It was as if they were watching a school fight. These were more questions left unanswered, though, as Ranma had something else in his mind a the moment. I don't know what's happening, but that kid's in trouble. I gotta help him!

Ranma squeezed past the roaring crowd, trying to get to his target. Just then, he stopped himself, watching someone else run straight into danger. Ranma gawked for the second time. What was that kid thinking? Unless he was as strong as himself, which he doubted, he'd get himself killed!

"IDIOT! STOP!" One of the weird people, this one in some sort of construction work garb, screamed at the kid before he had a chance to do so himself.

Ranma watched as the kid threw his backpack at the thing, hitting one of its eyes. This promptly stunned the thing, temporarily releasing the blonde's visage. He was slightly impressed for a second, before he saw the kid starting to scratch at the booger in a futile attempt to release the victim.

"Why are you here!?" The blonde with the spikey hair seemed to know the kid. Maybe that's why...?

"My legs moved on their own! I don't know why, though!" Ranma couldn't help but admire the boy's heroism, at least a little bit.

This wasn't the time to be doing that, though. He saw the mass raise one of its gooey limbs, knowing that the kid would get crushed. He cringed at the sight.

"Shit!" Ranma panicked, running into the fray himself. He received very similar stares and reprimands as the green-haired kid, but he cared little about that. He ran as fast as he could, cursing under his breath. Just as the icky fist made physical contact with the boy's hair, Ranma shoved him out of the way, so he could tank the hit himself.

Only that he didn't.

When he looked up, he saw a large, muscular man in a white T-shirt that barely fit him, along with green khaki slacks. He was blocking the blow for him, Ranma noticed. Looking up to his savior's visage, he also noticed his smile.

"I really am pathetic," All Might said, mostly to himself. "Even though I admonished you, I didn't put what I said into practice!"

Ranma stared.

"You as well," All Might looked toward Ranma, somewhat saddened that two totally random people had the courage to help, but he, All Might of all people, didn't. He began readying a punch.

"Detroit Smash!" All of a sudden, there was a massive explosion of force, and Ranma felt it. The man punched the thing into oblivion, all while leaving the hostage unharmed. The force and power of the punch contended with even the mighty Hiryu Shoten Ha, making all the flames almost instantly vanish. It even left a twister of wind in its wake, very much similar to the aforementioned technique.

Ranma looked on at the man's back, shielding himself from the powerful winds produced from the punch. The boy he just tried to save was knocked out cold. Just who in the hell was this guy?

Everything went silent after that. The sky started to turn gray, as clouds began to form.

"Huh? Rain?" Thunder rumbled in the distance, and the pitter patter sounds of a rainstorm began to form. Ranma's curse activated, but he cared little for that at the moment. The now female redhead looked to the sky and saw a massive vortex, staring in awe.

Did this guy's punch change the damn weather?

The crowd of people surrounding the area, along with the weird guys in weird suits, all started yelling and screaming in excitement and joy at the man's display of power.

"He's amazing!"

That's All Might for ya!"

All Might, huh? Was he some sort of celebrity? He was a monster, if anything else. The aforementioned monster raised his arm in triumph and stared back at the duo with a grin.

Ranma continued to stare, seemingly past All Might, and even past the crowd. She felt her knees weaken, before falling upright into a newly formed puddle, causing a small splash.

The grin faltered, if only a miniscule amount.

...

The rain began to pick up.

"Jeez, there's a limit on how rash you can be!"

"There was absolutely no reason for you to put yourself in danger!" Ranma and the fanboy received an ample amount of scolding be the people, who she now realized were more of the celebrities. Were they heroes? Like the ones on T.V. and in manga?

After the scolding, Ranma helped the kid to his feet.

She looked around the scene, with the heroes just leaving it, some still staring at the duo. It wasn't raining anymore, but the scent of it lingered, along with the grayness in the sky. Puddles dotted the place all around, reminding her of that shitty training ground she was dragged into.

"Th-thanks," the boy stuttered, after a moment of silence.

"No problem. Not like I even did anything, though. That beast over there did all the work." Ranma gestured to All Might, currently getting swamped with reporters and the bright flashes of camera shutters.

"Y-yeah." The boy flushed at the prospect of talking to a girl, his face turning almost as red as Ranma's hair. She noticed this but was only slightly irritated, brushing it off.

"Jeez, kid, you got some fight in ya, runnin' into danger to help yer friend like that. Say, what's yer name?" She dusted the dirt and grime off the kid as she was saying this, much to the latter's dismay.

"M-Midoriya. Izuku Midoriya."

"Midoriya, huh? Ranma Saotome, at yer service."

Yo. Author here. Just wanted to say thanks for the support, even if it was such a small amount. The fact that I could post something to the internet and have people all around the world see my work is just mind-boggling, to be honest. This chapter is a bit rushed and has almost no correlation to the previous chapter whatsoever, but I had fun, so I don't think it matters much. I'll expand this chapter on, along with chapter one. A thousand words is way too short.

Signing off.