NO NO NO how many times to I have to tell u crazy wannabe Otakus! Me and Jimmy DO NOT I repeat DO NOT own Ranma ½ or any of its characters! They belong to Rumiko Takahashi. However we DO own Chris Spooner so PLEEASE ask if u wanna use him.

Chapter 2

Ranma slowly looked down at her chest noticing the two telltale bulges under the red Chinese-style shirt and the quickly darkening area as the fabric of her shirt greedily soaked up the water.

Annoyance and anger began to well up inside her as she thought of all the trouble she had just gone through to avoid falling into the lake just to have some jackass who couldn't even sneak quietly turn her into a girl anyway. For a brief moment the anger turned inward as she thought of how she had tracked her assailants movements but hadn't done anything believing a person with such small skills could cause her any problems. Then after that brief moment passed her anger turned back to the slightly worried looking young man in front of her.

She blinked for she hadn't even realized she had stood up. She had indeed stood up, however, and was standing on the far side of the bench staring at a very nervous young man looking guiltily between the thermos in his hands and the angry little red-head before him.

Ranma stared at the young man in front of her seething with anger. He was a pretty average looking person: Brown unkempt hair that had wisps sticking out the back. His eyes were interesting though blue that would look completely normal if not for the small redness to one of them it looked like a burst blood vessel except that it was a little too dark.

"His clothes are pretty beat up," she thought absently as she looked at the faded and baggy forest-green jeans the boy was wearing, noticing also the stained wrinkled white shirt under the dark blue windbreaker jacket he wore. And that pack looks like he travels a lot, she thought eyeing the rather large pack he carried, though its nowhere NEAR like Ryouga's pack.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR DOIN' ASSHOLE?" She screamed at the boy.

Chris began to sweat. "Maybe this was a bad idea," he thought as he eyed the pretty buxom young woman who had suddenly appeared from the spot the man had been a moment before. "Well, he is definitely the Ranma Saotome my friends were speaking of." He thought bitterly wondering what good the knowledge did to him if she was going to kill him in a moment.

Then he heard her scream at him. His nerve broke and he began to sprint as fast as possible away from the angry redhead. His only thoughts being getting to his moped and escape a painfully death or injury of any kind. "If that's even possible," he said bitterly under his breath.

Ranma blinked with surprise at seeing her attacker fleeing from her before she even gathered more than a little of her battle aura for an attack. She was so stunned that she just watched him run for a few moments before gathering her wits and beginning the chase.

Running had never been Chris' strong suit, but right now he felt as though he could out run a jet in his haste to escape the girl he was sure was chasing him. He knew, now, that it was indeed Ranma Saotome whom he had thrown the water on. If not by the curse but he feeling he got as she stared at him. That angry expression on her face would stay with him as long as he lived. It was horrible, frightening, raw hatred for him and everything associated with him.

He was breathing heavily by the time he reached the gate to the park. He knew, by reputation, that as fast as he seemed to run he was nowhere near fast enough to escape Ranma Saotome. As he glanced over his shoulder however he saw no redheaded girl or even the black-haired boy he had seen before he threw the water. He continued running however intent on reaching his moped and leaving this terrifying incident behind him.

Ranma knew that the boy had little or no skill by the way he ran. Not only that but he ran for the park's gate rather than a wall or tree to escape faster. After a while her anger subsided to be replaced by minor irritation and curiosity. She wanted to know WHY the boy had thrown the water on him and HOW he knew about her curse.

As she watched which gate he ran for she made a plan. It simple plan but a plan nonetheless. She curved off toward the trees near the wall of the park. Here the trees were thick enough to hide her from his view, but not slow her down. She began running faster when she reached the trees, rapidly overtaking his position and passing him by. She then without hesitation leapt the 5-foot wall clearing it with little effort. She landed atop the fence and looked around seeing nothing but a ratty old moped and a nicer looking older car. She immediately dismissed the thought of the car being the boys as the car was quite expensive looking and he looked like he barely had the money to eat let alone afford such a nice vehicle.

She studied the moped and decided there was a very good chance it was his. It was ratty as he clothes he wore and looked cheap. So she hopped back up onto the wall and waited. She knew that there was a chance he had no vehicle and may run the other way but she had a pretty good view of the gate from here. While it was possible to sneak out that way without being spotted he would have to show much more skill that he seemed to have.

As she waited she thought of who could have sent the boy. Could it be Cologne and this yet another plan to force her marriage to Shampoo? This seemed unlikely, as an agent of Cologne wasn't likely to run so easily. Perhaps this was yet another person her father had cheated during his long life. There were so many of them that Ranma would be surprised if it were anything else. The problem, however, was that none of the other revenge seekers had known her curse when they arrived. They were seeking a black-haired boy martial artist named Ranma Saotome. Well they tended to find Ranma Saotome but they always seemed to find a red-haired girl instead of the boy they wanted.

Ranma was so caught up in her thoughts that she had a momentary and completely out of character lapse in concentration. (Not counting school days.) Therefore she never saw her assailant get onto the moped or start it. In fact she didn't notice him at all until he started to pull away at a good, but still slow since it's a moped, speed.

"Home free," Chris thought as he finally reached his moped. He took one last look around and verified that the enraged martial artist was nowhere in sight. Visibly relieved he started his vehicle and began to drive away from the park and the memories of what almost happened. Chris never even thought to look up.

Ranma started when she heard the revving of a small motor. She looked down and saw the boy she had been chasing beginning to speed off in his moped. She was glad at herself for having guessed correctly what her enemy would do, but was silently berating herself for her lapse in concentration. She stood up as fast as she could and began running down the sidewalk almost alongside her quarry. She saw him look over at her. She cursed as his face turned terrified and he began to speed recklessly toward a busy intersection.

Chris was calmer now that he was certain he had left the martial artist behind him. He began to think about the recent chain of events as a story to tell his friends. He was thinking of how that meeting would go and glanced about as he drove. He saw a young red-haired girl running along beside him on the sidewalk. He was so relaxed it took a few moments to register what that meant.

"ARRRGHH!" Chris was startled by the strangled shout from his own mouth as his mind finally caught up and realized the problem. He quickly and subconsciously revved up the small engine to its full, though still not that fast, speed. So intent was he on escape he didn't pay attention to the large jumble of traffic in the intersection ahead.

As he drove down the road Chris could hear lots of loud honking and angry shouting. He blocked this from his mind however as he attempted to place all his thoughts on the young woman chasing him. He rode directly into the intersection while looking back over his shoulder. Therefore he didn't see the large limousine in front of him until it was too late. He slammed hard into the side of the vehicle and went flying from his moped and toward the side of the road. He rolled as he came down and into an alleyway. He stood up wincing at the bruises and cuts he had obtained during this terrifying maneuver.

Ranma was startled by the resilience of the boy. He had no visible aura yet he managed to get through a large car jumble, slam into a vehicle, and even roll with the landing as he flew. The most startling thing of course was his ability to stand and even run when he saw her.

Ranma's mind was shocked so it took a few moments to register. She jumped in surprise as she realized he was, in fact, running. Cursing her own lack of attention for the third time that day she gave chase.

"This guy is full of surprises," she thought as she followed him. "He has surprised me 3 times today and yet doesn't seem to have anything remarkable about him."

As she chased him she focused all her attention on his almost non-existent aura. Once she had managed to "lock on" to his aura she began to push a little of her own aura out to his. After a few moments she felt his aura grip hers. She felt it begin to greedily drain off her aura, feeding upon her raw energy to make itself stronger.

She pulled back after a few moments. She was able to sense his aura much better now. Since he had never had a strong aura before he had no ability to hide it. Therefore the aura like a child with a new toy began to flaunt it outrageously.

Having no trouble following his aura now she began to slow down and fell into an easy jog.

Well I hope u like it! ...What u expect more? That's all I have to say to u people for now... STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT!!!