I decided to give this story one more shot but in the actual non-crossover section because let's face it. Not everybody goes to Ranma and Godzilla in the filters of crossovers. I hope it gets more attention here, and appreciation. I mean, I think it's a good idea but maybe I'm just being weird and odd again.

Ranma was running as fast as he could, faster than he had ever ran before. But no matter how fast he ran he couldn't seem to get away from his persuer, the thing that struck terror into his very soul. Cats would probably always be his phobia, but this...this was his monster, his demon, this was...

STOMP

Godzilla.

The King of the Kaijus had somehow managed to get in front of Ranma, staring down at him like he was some insignificant little flea. Ranma actually shook in terror at the sight of this giant dinosaur, Godzilla was the one thing that could take the number one spot on his top ten fears list.

But fear soon turned into rage and sadness.

"YOU TOOK THEM FROM ME!!!" shouted Ranma. "YOU TOOK AWAY EVERYONE I EVER CARED ABOUT!!! I HAVE NOTHING AND NO ONE LEFT AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!!!"

Godzilla let out his trademark roar as the spikes on his back began to glow and unleashed an atomic death breath upon Ranma completely covering him in his radioactive blast.

"NOOOOOOOO!!!"

Ranma awoke in a cold sweat panting quickly out of breath, it was a nightmare. He reached over to a small table beside his bed and grabbed his cellphone. He pressed a speed dial button and soon got his therapist.

"It's me Ranma...yes another nightmare...he killed me this time...okay...alright...I'll see you on Thursday then."

Ranma hung up and sighed as he stared at his ceiling. "Why couldn't I have just died along with them?"

The next morning Ranma got out of bed, picked out a new red silk shirt with a dragon on it he had bought the other day, ate his cerial, and head out to represent the Anything Goes School in an underground martial arts tournament.

Ranma had taken seven taxis and gone down twelve different alleyways but he had finally arrived.

There was large metal fence door with a bouncer guarding it, letting people in and out. As Ranma approached the bouncer he held out his hand as if asking for something.

"Flier please."

"The flier?"

"Yeah, that's basically the entry ticket for the fighters. And something tells me your not here simply to spectate."

Ranma reached into his pocket and pulled out the crumbled up flier and placed it into the bouncer's hand. "Damn straight I'm not!"

The bouncer stared at the crumbled up ball as Ranma walked through the gate.

Inside a woman sat at a spectator table with a trench coat covering up almost her entire person, a large hat covering the top of her head, eyes hidden behind some very special sunglasses. She pressed the com-link hidden in her ear "Intelligence agent G-105 reporting, not too much here...a few twos, a couple of threes, and a four but nothing really to...hold on a second..."

"What is it G-105?" asked the recepient on the other end.

"Someone new just walked in, a pigtailed man, early adult...and he's not too easy on the eyes neither."

"Focus agent! What's his scale?"

"Sorry sir. I'll have his scale for you in a moment..." she pressed a small button on her sunglasses, disguised as a screw for one of the legs of the glasses. "I have a lock on him sir...it says that he's a...unbelievable!"

"What?! What is his scale, agent?!"

"It says he's a ten! A ten plus!!"

"Impossible!!! Finding a ten is a one in a million shot!!"

"Then I guess we've truly found the diamond in the rough in this one. I'll see if I can gather any information on him from the registers."

"G-105..."

"I know sir, this one too good for us not to try and steal..."

For the record, I wanted to type in a roar with actual sound of a roar but fanfiction is being a douche about these things lately.