Beautiful Disaster

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Disclaimer: See Default Chapter for such.

A/N: Well, you were right Ranma-Chan, this story does share the same title with another Ranma fan-fic by Depravado. But, It was not intentional, I got my title from looking at my long list of every song I have and I felt that 'Beautiful Disaster' by American Hi-Fi was the best title for a story concerning a beauty pageant and Ranma. It simply screams it actually. Regardless, not to sound cruel, but I am not changing the title. I just can't think of a second title that is as decent. So be angry and whatnot, but there is no rule that states I can't have the same title name. If I had copied that story any bit though I'd feel shame. The fact remains that these two stories are different ones, and there are plenty of other things out there that share the same name, but remain their own thing. You can complain more, but I'm not planning to change it.

Thanks for the reviews by the way.

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"There you are!" Ukyo spat as she pointed out Shampoo in the middle of the busy street. "You damn bimbo you are not going to beat me tomorrow in that contest!"

"What Spatula Girl make threat?" Shampoo turned on her heel to face Ukyo as everyone scattered-except the men who were always up to watching two girls fight, especially when Shampoo looks like a goddess to them.

"I will, will," Ukyo for some reason was confused by how she appeared. She looked totally different than usual. "What's up with you?"

"No fight?"

"Not until you tell me what the heck you did to yourself to cause that!" She points out the men and boys lined up along the side staring intently at the amazon.

"Maybe Shampoo just way more better look than other womens." Shampoo replied with a hidden smile.

"Don't give me that!" Ukyo shook her head to return to her original goal. "I will make certain Ranma will not be going with you to China!" With a jump she swings her spatula down at the amazon.

Shampoo blocks with her own weapon pushing Ukyo back. "Ranma no like stupid Spatula Girl. If he like Shampoo no can fight." She spat with a smug expression. "Ranma just no like you."

Ukyo shook her head. "No, that's not true. Ranma is my fiancé and he plans to marry me! Not some stupid hussy like you!" She erupted and griped her weapon tighter.

"Shampoo no afraid of stupid girl like you. True winner is always one Ranma loves."

"Not true bitch!" Ukyo moved once more attacking Shampoo. Ukyo's anger and patience at their limit.

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"Huh? Oh, what do you want?" Nabiki questioned.

"I want you to pull out of the beauty competition."

"Is that right? Why would you want me to do that?"

"I'll pay you."

Nabiki grinned. "What would you give me that I'd want? Nothing is what."

"Not true. I have these, and I know you can use it to sell them to Ranma and others for a price similar to what you would sell him the tickets."

"So, is that the soap that negates the Jusenkyo curses?"

"What else."

"Let's see if it is." With a forward motion she tossed Ryouga into the pond out back and waited for him to come back up.

"Why couldn't you just trust me?" He roared as he stepped from the water.

"Okay, you got a deal then."

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"Man, this all hurts my head!" Ranma fumed. "How do I win if every girl that likes me is going to be in the same contest?" He sighed. "I told Ryouga to deal with them, but I'd be surprised that he could actually find his way to any of them." He hears the splash out back and Ryouga's yelling. "Eh, one out of five is good for him."

"Ranma," His mother came into the room gripping her katana. "What's this I hear about you and a certain beauty pageant." Ranma cringed in fear. "You joining one."

"Ah-ha, no you, you heard wrong m-" Her katana became unsheathed. "We'll talk about this later I have, uh, manly things to do." Ranma darted from the room in a rush.

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Mousse throws a book into a pile of many others. "There has to be some way to stop that potion from working." He teared up. "My darling Shampoo how can you be so desperate for that Ranma's affection? I will make sure you fail. If only to prove my love." He returned to his relentless search for a second potion to get past the potion's affects.

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"Huh? Oh, Ryouga." Akane turned her attention to the lost boy. "you just get here?"

"Uh, well, I've been standing here for a good seven minutes saying your name." Ryouga nervously replied with a slight chuckle.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I guess I was just out of it."

"Are you, are you that concerned with the pageant tomorrow?" Ryoga clenched his teeth thinking that she would do this just to prove herself appealing when compared to the other girls. All for that lousy Ranma. He really did not deserve her.

She looked away with a blush. "I, well, maybe I am. When I set out to do something I just always have to do it. And when that something is a contest I have to win." She turned back. "Ryouga, will you be there tomorrow to cheer me on?"

His heart raced, but he tried to stifle it as hard as possible. He could not have thoughts like that for her anymore. "Yeah, I'd be happy to."

"Good, I really need a friend to cheer me on."

"Right, a friend."

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"No ever try beat amazon woman." Shampoo confirmed retreating.

Ukyo stood roughly. "Don't think you won. This will be settled tomorrow for sure."