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I don't know if anyone realizes it but I have rewritten this entire story.

I replaced the chapters, so blasted doesn't report it, but I did the labor.

So, if you love me, please tell me if you like the new and improved 'Guiding the Fallen Angels!'

Chapter 3

First Meeting

He decided to try out some words he had learned recently.

"Mother fucker," breathed easy from the pale pink lips of the martial artist.

It was really, really late and something had happened to Ranma that had never happened before.

He couldn't sleep.

He laid down hours ago, but for some reason a small part of him was not interested on passing into the land of dreams.

Ranma groaned before sitting up in his futon. His father was not sleeping well either.

"Yo, pop," he said it as a whisper.

There was only a moment's hesitation, "yes son?"

Ranma had never heard his father sound so… lost before.

"Is everything okay? I mean… usually you would be chopping logs right now."

Genma worded his next statement carefully, "Ranma, there comes a time when it becomes important to grow up. I think that I finally found mine." Genma sat up, "I want so many things right now that I can't think."

Ranma breathed.

"Son, I want to stay here and help my friend. I want you to marry into this family," he ignored his son's silent protest. "I also want you to be happy but this place… the way it is now… may not be what is going make you that way."

"Ranma, m' boy, I want you to make your own choices for a while. Go to China, if you want. Stay here, with me, if you want. But if you stay, you are expected to follow through with the engagement."

Ranma, for his part, had never heard Genma speak remotely like this. It was entirely out of character for his father to be so… honorable.

It sort of choked him in a way he had never expected, to be having a conversation like this with his dad. He watched the large man lay back down on the futon.

The room grew so quiet with Ranma's inability to speak or think that he knew he had to get some fresh air.

He never expected this place to be so… emotional.

But he had never been so close to being proud to be that man's son.

He leapt out of the open window and onto the roof with the ferocity of a trapped feline.

He landed rather hard on the top of the compound and instantly regretted it.

The roof was covered in patches and mismatched tiles. Sure he landed safely, but if he had hit the wrong spot… he could have done some serious damage to the ceilings below.

"And Nabiki would love that… damn fire breathing wench," Ranma said to no one in particular as he found a suitable place to watch the stars.

He walked with all the grace he could muster and found a spot over part of the house he didn't recognize. There was already a blanket tacked down so Ranma made himself at home and lay down.

Watching billions of stars trillions of miles away twinkle and dance before him only made it more difficult for him to think.

"That girl… was cute."

By now he had realized that she was the third daughter of Soun.

'How old was she? She looked older than me. What form of martial arts did she specialize in? It looked like Anything Goes… but there is no way. But if it wasn't Anything Goes… then …. ARG!'

His eyes rested on the stars above his head in annoyance. He had too many questions to continue to think about her.

Ranma's mind shifted to the conversation he had had with his father earlier. His father's core personality had changed more in these few hours than in Ranma's entire life.

"But what am I suppose to do, pop? Do I go back to China and cure this stupid curse… or do I stay here and try and help this family?" His eyes finally grew lidded and tired.

The stars weren't giving him the answer he wanted so he decided to play it by ear.

On the roof of the Tendo Main House, the confused martial artist finally let sleep take him.

The stars were bright and brilliant and beautiful. They were crystal clear as shooting stars blasted from one side to the other.

It's a damn shame that Ranma was already sleeping and missed the show.

He probably would have been impressed.

The stench of smoke and alcohol lacerated the air conditions to ribbons.

The club was filled with neon lights, alcohol advertisements, and photographs of bands that had all visited to see the girls. Pictures of famous patrons, complete with their "Dear Johns," were wall to wall.

The majority had their photo taken with the club's pride and joy, its crème de la crème…"Spitfire the Untouchable."

The customers squished, the club was at full capacity, and their lustful comments bounced around the entire building.

The next song fell onto loop from the music playlist as the colorful track lighting lowered gracefully from the ceiling on cue.

It was the last number of the night and the 'oh so dependable' patrons inched closer to the stage as the main attraction took the stage for the final time that night.

The song picked up rhythm as the DJ announced who they were all expecting to see, "Alright ladies and gents, its closing time but before we go, who wants to see our leading lady go at it, just one more time!"

The crowd went crazy and clapped and whistled until the girl made her appearance.

Long legs and curves entered the main light and the grand finale was at hand.

She was always magnificent. She always gave one hell of a show. Plus, she never wore that much.

Both American money and Japanese paper yen was practically hurled at the stage to get her attention. The tall Asian girl bent and twisted and flirted the entire time.

She sure could work the crowd… sometimes too much.

An aggressive customer latched onto her ankle and snapped her down… hard.

The bouncers were too slow… they are always too slow. In fact, on more than one occasion Spitfire was sure they were PAID to be too slow.

She was getting pulled off the stage and into the mob pit and the bouncers hadn't even noticed.

"Yeah right."

Without much panic, her thin wrist gently stroked the offender's arm as he pulled her. He smiled at her, pleased. Spitfire smiled back, pleased.

Then she fractured his arm in three places.

Before anyone knew what exactly happened the entertainer was hauling ass back towards Nerima on her yellow motorcycle.

Every cent made that night, tucked firmly in her bra top.

Kasumi stood and stumbled to her dresser. She was pretty sure she had another panic attack.

Kasumi popped open the prescription bottle and took two, without water.

Her lights flicked on and she had to keep herself from hissing at the invasion.

"You know you need to stop doing that." Nabiki was by her side in an instant.

Nabiki helped guide her sister back to bed before lying down next to her.

"Nabiki?" her voice was small.

"Yes?" her voice was not.

"Do you think…Tofu will ever talk to me again?"

"Yeah, Kasumi, I know he will," this time it was Nabiki whose voice was tiny.

Neither had intended to fall asleep so fast.

Ranma woke with a start.

A loud vehicle was approaching and from the sound of it, it was going as fast as it could.

He barely had time to watch the single headlight fly over the hill in front of the Tendo residence before it landed and slid with a fishtail into the same spot it had left earlier that evening.

The sound of the engine cut as he heard the kickstand come out from its holder.

He moved closer to the edge of the roof, in hopes of getting another look at the girl from before.

"Oh wow. She lookspissed."

The girl was barely recognizable from before as she threw a tantrum.

But then she tripped and fell in the mud.

"Wow, she's clumsy as hell. Who would have thought…" her quiet sobs came soon after.

Even from fifteen yards away a girl's tearsproves to be thefastest way to get to Ranma.

Forgetting to think, Ranma jumped down from the roof to get a better look at her. Her clothes were horribly wrinkled and she held her shoes and a bag in her right hand. Of course, now everything was muddy.

The once perfect makeup was smeared and mascara trailed down her face. The styled hair was mussed and rough and fell in sexy tufts around her face.

But, her micro skirt left long tan legs uncovered. The thin shirt she wore barely covered her breasts and exposed a tan flat stomach.

Every time she moved Ranma saw her abs tighten.

Several times he had to remind himself to think. When had he turned into such a pervert?

The girl finally noticed him after she stood from the mud. A flash of fear sprung to her chocolate honey eyes.

She tossed her items and bag to the side before her right leg dropped back. Her face locked into a new expression; anger. "Who the hell are you?"

Of course, Ranma panicked and frantically searched for something to say.

"Uh, I'm Ranma Saotome... sorry about this."

She looked at him for a split second, as if deciding which emotion to take.

"Sorry my ass, "Ranma," who the hell are you?" did she just mock his name?

She decided to keep pissed.

"Well," Ranma fiddled with his pigtail and took small steps away from the girl, "I am the sole heir to the Saotome School of Anything Goes Martial Arts."

Her leg ground into the mud behind her as it became apparent to Ranma she had every intention to strike.

"Liar! I am the heir to the Tendo School of Anything Goes Martial Arts and I have never heard of a sister school. Try again!"

'Thinks he is gonna pull a fast one on me does he!' Akane thought to herself.

Her eyes gleamed and sparkled in the night. She wiped the crusty tears away from her cheeks and smiled maliciously at the pigtailed boy. "You practice Anything Goes? Prove it. Attack me. I dare you."

His eyes grew big. "Hit a girl? You have got to be kidding me! I can't!" He backed away from her. This only made it worse.

"Why? Scared of whittle little ol' me? Pathetic. Anything Goes? Maybe you should try Nothing Goes. Get away from my house you imposter. If you hurt my family I will take extra care to make you snap, crackle and pop."

Ranma Saotome was playing nice. But he could only take so much before his true colors shone through.

"Nothing Goes? You take that back! I just can't hit girls. That doesn't mean I couldn't take you out if I wanted to." He scoffed at her before continuing, "Besides, don't cha think you are a bit… underdressed for talking shit, little girl?"

He realized then that that was the wrong thing to say. However, before any attempt could be made to rectify the situation, a particularly vicious roundhouse barely missed crushing his nose into the back of his head.

"Aw, shit!" A leg sweep almost placed his body in a nasty predicament before he jumped out of the way. 'She's good.'

Finally Ranma was faced with two options.

He could stare at the girl with the really long legs and watch her kick his ass… or he could prove that he was, in fact, who he said he was and clear things up. Of course that involved potentially hitting her…

She viciously slammed the back of her elbow into the back of his neck. Ranma was just stunned that it hurt so much. But that gave her time to slam her foot into his ass and send him flipping forward for balance.

Ranma had to admit, it hurt pretty bad.

"Please stop lady! I don't want to hurt you!"

The girl returned with, "Get the fuck off my property, before you make me kick your ass all over again!" seconds before she sent an aerial strike from her leg towards his throat.

The only think that saved him was that he recognized that maneuver. It was one of his favorites to use in combat.

She was who she said she was. Ranma Saotome was a believer.

Girls could do real combat too.

But that got Ranma's adrenaline pumping. That meant that he was finally taking her seriously. Add that to the fact that he was getting pretty pissed himself.

So finally Ranma began fighting back. A punch here, a guard block there.

The Saotome Heir noticed that the harder he fought the less she strayed from Anything Goes. He decided to prove a point to himself.

So he pressed her and soon found that she was using the pure art.

No question. She was the designated Heir to the Tendo School of Anything Goes Martial Arts.

He was much, much better at it, but he decided to leave that unsaid but obvious.

Eventually she forgot she was mad.

Eventually he forgot she was mad too.

And eventually they began having fun.

"I'm impressed. You weren't lying," she was panting heavily next to him in the dojo, "because that was definitely my style."

"Yeah, my dad and your dad arranged for us to stay here." He failed to notice her body tense up.

She was slow to reply. "We can't afford anymore people. We barely get by as it is..." Ranma glanced over at her. Her hair and body was covered in a shiny layer of sweat.

Was he turned on?

"I know. Your sister Nabiki told me. I think I am going to be leaving soon anyway…"

"Oh. Okay." Gold eyes met his blue for the first time. Did she sound disappointed?

"Our schools are similar but different, aren't they?" It was a simple question that Ranma had already been mulling over.

"I think so… from the way you fight I think your school is more of a ground defensive type. Ours is an aerial offensive school. But all of the core moves are the same." He looked at her, "I just wanted youtoknow that I am better than you."

She only winked at him. "Yeah right, oh and I'm Akane. Wanna be friends?"

Chapter 3

Complete

R & R -

Lady Mokodane

P.S. -I really, really like this chapter.