Chapter 1

Disclaimer: No as much as we want to me and Jimmy don't own Ranma ½ or any of its characters. Chris Spooner however IS ours so if u want to use him ask first. Most likely we will have no problem with anyone using him. As long as they don't make him go TOO far off our image of him. All Ranma ½ characters other than Chris belong to the extremely talented Rumiko Takahashi who is my FAV manga writer in the world!

"RANMA NO BAKA!" was a term heard very often in the Tendo Dojo ever since Ranma and his father arrived about a year ago. Because of this nobody in the house even stopped what he or she were doing when it was yelled just after Akane had taken a plate of fresh baked cookies to her fiancee.

Kasumi sighed as she continued to dust the living room. "I wish they would finally admit they love each other," she thought exasperatedly. This however was impossible at the moment as Ranma flew out over Tokyo's Nerima district propelled by Akane's mallet.

"Don't even know why she's mad," thought Ranma angrily as she walked toward Ucchans ringing out her shirt. "If she would just learn to cook and not try to poison me-" She stopped this line of thought as she entered Ucchans to see Ukyo serving okonomyaki to the few customers out this late in the evening.

"Hey, Ucchan!" she called to her friend/fiancee as she took as seat at a table near the door.

"Hello, Ranma-Honey," Ukyo called happily seeing her fiancee walk in. "Do you want some hot water?" she asked seeing that her fiancee was in her female form.

"Actually, yes, that's why I stopped by Ucchan," she said smiling. "Akane got mad at me again cause I wouldn't eat her cookies awhile ago. So, as usual, she overreacted and malleted me into the canal again."

"Well just a second and I'll have a kettle and a fresh okonomyaki ready for you." Ukyo said, "It sounds as though you haven't had anything to eat yet this evening."

"Thank Ucchan!" Ranma said happily smiling at the thought of free food. A thought her father had drilled into her since childhood.

A few hours and a few dozen okonomyakis later Ranma said goodbye to Ukyo and began to walk toward the park. I'm not ready to go back to the dojo quite yet, he thought as we walked along. "I doubt Akane has cooled off yet. Well, might as well get some practice in while theres no one else here," he said quietly as he walked through the fence that surrounded the park.

With that thought he leapt into a tree and began to jump from tree, to lightpost, to the fence, and back. During his jumping he began doing an assortment of flips, spins, punches, and kicks doing some of the most difficult of the Anything Goes techniques.

"What did I do to disserve a life like this?" Chris said to himself bitterly. "Was I some kind of criminal in a past life or something? Maybe I was a serial killer. Or perhaps a politician," he thought. That brought the thoughts of his current profession to the fore so he gave up the bitter line of thought and just trudged wearily though the park in the Nerima district of Tokyo, Japan.

What the hell is that noise? he thought angrily when he was distracted from his musings. He stopped to listen to a bunch of shouts and yells above him. When he looked up all he saw was a red and black blur as a tree shuddered. As he attempted to follow the blur's motions he saw a lamppost shudder with a mettalic clang and one of the poles that make up the fence bend slightly.

"Woah!" he shouted, amazed at what could possibly have the power and speed to do such things. Then he saw the blur slow down and land near the lake. When it stopped he saw it was actually a young man about his age. Said young man was windmilling his arms in an attempt to avoid falling in the lake.

"No way," he said in quiet amazement. "Could it really be him?" he whispered to himself. He examined the shirt and pants the boy was wearing noticing the obviously non-Japanese style to them.

"Well he fits the description," he told himself still staring at the boy near the lake who had managed to avoid an unpromtu dunking and had seated himself on a bench overlooking the lake. "This could be my chance to prove all the guys wrong," he thought excitedly, "They won't laugh at me anymore if he is who I think he is."

"Well there is one way to find out," He thought as he scooped up some lake water in the thermos from his lunch bento after dumping the remaining canned soup from it. He slowly began to creep up on the unsuspecting martial artist and when he felt he was close enough he jerked the thermos forward and drew it back suddenly sending a sheet of cold lake water toward the boy.

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You know I'm almost sorrie to leave u here. The chapter is so short, and it kind of a cliffhanger... HAHAHAHAHA! Okay I suck at keeping a straight face. I'm not sorry at ALL! BWAHAHA!

Anyway... this is my first story so please review. Also, I will be correcting some things its just I couldn't wait to get the story on here. FLAMES WONT AFFECT ME HAHAHAHAHA!