Ranma 1/2 - The Call of the Blade - Part 1, A Call to Arms

A strange figure walks the moonlit streets of Nerima, Japan. No one's quite sure where he came from, but they're not surprised. Many strange people have been popping up in Nerima nowadays.

He flows when he walks, moving with an almost unnatural grace and dignity. His face, save for his hazel eyes, lies concealed, hidden deep within his cloak's hood. Moving at a speed that sprinters would admire, his gaze seems to shift from sign to sign, along the street he walks on.

The citizens of Nerima that are out at this time, those that see him anyways, resign themselves to his presence. 'Another one of those crazy martial artist types? They seem more and more frequent nowadays,' is the general though among the populace. They carry on with their business, though at a bit accelerated of a pace from before.

The stranger stops in front of a building. A very familiar building, one that many others like him seem to be drawn to, like a moth to the flame. The Tendo Dojo.

Throwing back his hood, he reveals a plain, yet strikingly handsome face, framed by a long, dark ponytail, with a neatly trimmed moustache and goatee to match. His hazel... no, now bright purple eyes seem to take on an intelligent shine without the cloak to mask them. Suddenly, his voice breaks through the silence of night.

"RANMA SAOTOME..."

'Uh oh... here comes the battle...' The citizens start to clear away, but are stopped by a phrase never before used to compliment that name in a sentence...

"I NEED YOUR HELP!!"

A/N and disclaimer: I don't own Ranma. I wish I did... truly I do... but I cannot claim that insanity. Oh well. *sigh* I do, however, own any newcomers that appear in this series, and this twisted concept.