Title: Soul Reaper One Half
Category: Anime/Manga ยป Ranma
Author: Fellgrave
Language: English, Rating: Rated: T
Genre: Adventure/Supernatural
Published: 01-03-12, Updated: 03-29-12
Chapters: 2, Words: 7,674

Chapter 1: Prologue: The Unforgiving

Here's the (hopefully)fixed grammar version. Enjoy!

A/N : Well here I am with yet another story. Yeah well at the moment this is just a one shot. I haven't worked out much more than the basic Idea for it at the moment. But man, I hate having all these creative ideas, and yet being unable to build on them effectively. Oh well.

And so you know, I gonna get the next chapter of Touch of Time up soon, all thanks to the great response it got. And in other news Ranma No Kitsune reached 25000 views! And its only 5 favs away from 100! Woohoo!

And before you ask, yeah I like Kasumi as she is one of my more favorite characters, and I despise most of the others. Can you blame me? And personally while I did like Doc Tofu, he dissapeared from the series to quickly for me to actually get attached at all to him.

Anyway. On with the story! And review, cus I need them. I sustain myself on your praise. Please Help me.

Shinigami One Half

Prologue: The Unforgiving.

Location: Tendo Dojo. Midway through Summer.

All in all it had been just another average day in Nerima.

It had started pleasantly enough, Genma coming down to join the Tendo family for breakfast. When asked where his son was he responded by saying that his son had left a note telling him that he was going on a training run and he'd be back later. Nodoka joined the family shortly after, and having been told of her son's location had nodded and sat down with some tea. The rest had accepted it, not being so unusual of the young martial artist to leave without telling anyone ahead of time for fear of being interrupted.

After breakfast the family broke up to take part in their usual tasks; Genma and Soun retiring to the deck to play a game of shogi (or do they play go?), Nabiki heading out to talk with her contacts and 'associates' and work on her money making plans, Akane went to go break bricks in the dojo, Nodoka taking some more tea and sitting down with the paper to wait for her son, and lastly Kasumi went about the house completing her usual chores.

It was during her daily run through of the room that Genma and Ranma shared that things finally started to feel more like Nerima. It was nothing impressive really, just a small folded slip of paper at the bottom of Ranma's clothing drawer, a drawer that was quite mysteriously empty. Confused Kasumi picked it up and carried it with her as she finished up. Once she was finished cleaning and having put away the last of her supplies into the kitchen pantry she decided open the note and see what it said. She read the first few lines before the note slipped from her suddenly nerveless fingers.

As if from a great distance she could hear the sound of her younger sister coming through the front door. Though she heard her name being called the sounds did not register in her numbed mind. A small part of her noted her sister's calling becoming more and more frantic when she failed to respond. The sudden sound of the kitchen door slamming didn't even break her out of trance, not even feeling the hands of her sister catch her as her legs gave out.

Though she was surrounded by her family, all she could see was images of the pig-tailed boy she thought of as her brother run through her mind. She remembered every time he would come to her for advice, or to get patched up after a fight. She remembered how he would come to her and help her around the house, or help with making dinner for the family, something no-one else did. She remembered how they would share their dreams with each other, sitting on the roof just talking and enjoying the other's company.

And he was gone, just like that. No goodbyes, no hug or chance to say good luck. He was just gone, he left as suddenly as he come two years ago. The reality of the whole situation was finally enough to crack the trance that Kasumi had been shocked into. Her sudden breaking down into tears stunned and frightened those gathered around her, after all nothing, not even the knowledge that her sister had nearly died, had caused her to break down like this. She managed to get out a couple words between her sobs. "Note *sob* in the kitchen*Sob* Ranma *Sob* " Genma sat down next to her a strangely concerned look on his face at the mention of his son's name. In the meantime Nabiki had gone to the kitchen to look for the note.

"What about my son?"

*Sob* "He's, *Sob* He's Gone!* Nodoka took over the questioning, pushing back Genma whose closeness wasn't helping with Kasumi's state of mind.

"What do you mean he's gone! He just went out on a run, he said he'd be right back!" Unfortunately by this point Kasumi was unable to form any coherent answers anymore. And so all attention swung from her to Nabiki when she came back into the room holding the note that had started it all, and she began reading it out loud.

Dear, hmm well I guess it was either Kasumi who found this while cleaning or pops looking for booze money, so I'm not quite sure who to address this to. Ah well. Dear whoever found this.

If you found this means that I managed to successfully get out of Nerima. Depending on when you're reading this I'll be anywhere from three to five wards away. I'm gonna make sure that even if Nabiki spent every last dime she has no-one will be able to find me. I'm done with Nerima, done with all the crap I have to deal with day in and day out. No more, from now on, if you guys want someone to blame your problems on, or rescue Akane for you, or sell off for whatever you want, find some other poor soul, cus I ain't takin it anymore.

You wanna know what really made me leave? Simple. It was all of you that made me. I thought that maybe after Saffron things would change, ya know? But they didn't Each and everyone of you were all still trying to control my life. Well I've had it with all the blackmail, extortion, forcing, guilt-tripping, intimidation, and all the other means you guys use to keep me there. And you know what hurts the most? It's not leaving Akane if thats what you were thinkin or hopin. No, what really hurts is leavin the only person who ever actually cared about me as an actual person rather than meal ticket or shortcut to retirement. If anything, she was the person I think I loved the most, and I'll miss her more than anyone else. At this Nodoka preened, glad to know that her son still cared for her, even though he did such an unmanly thing, running away from his problems instead of facing them. It didn't even begin to cross her mind that she might very well be one of said problems.

So I must apologize to her for having done this, leaving her without warning. I hope that eventually she can forgive me. I just want ta thank her for all she did for me, all the times she listened to my troubles and fixed me up after a fight. And I also hope that she can escape the madness that is Nerima, cus sure as hell Nerima doesn't deserve a Saint like her. Even if I only loved her as a sister, I still loved her, even more than my own mother. Actually, I loved her a hell of a lot more than my mother. So Goodbye Kasumi, and I wish you the best of luck.

Nabiki finished reading out the letter with a stunned look on her face. It was obvious to her that Saotome had planned this out long before hand, having started going for the morning runs about a month ago, and that shocked her. She knew that he could be smart when he needed too, mostly in fights, but she was completely overwhelmed by the amount of cunning that went into this plan. She cursed herself for never picking up on the fact that there was mind in that body outside of fights, after all he had in fact managed to pass all of his classes even though he missed or slept through most of them.

Meanwhile the others had differing reactions. Soun and Genma were alternating bemoaning about what an ungrateful son Genma had, and planning ways of finding and bringing him back to get married. Akane's stunned confusion had quickly turned into anger as she raged about "Ranma running off with one of his hussies" and how she hoped that the 'arrogant pervert' never came back. The most suprising was Nodoka, the blood had drained from her face at the last the paragraph and the hands clutching the family sword were trembling. Even though her bloodless face was emotionless and revealed nothing, if one looked into her eyes they could see a veritable storm of cold furious fire swirling within.

Through it all Kasumi simply sat where she was and watched as all of them simply pushed their problems and blame onto Ranma's shoulders, even though they had caused them in the first place. She watched sickened as Nabiki broke out of her shock only to start shouting about how much money she was going to lose now that Ranma was gone. With disgust she watched how petty they all acted, her eyes finally opened to the sick state of her loved ones. As the rest raged at Ranma she began making her own plans of escape, starting with seeing if any of her mother's friends might take her in. 'Hmm, maybe the Kurosaki's will help, after all they own a clinic and I know quite a bit about medicine, I could probably help out. I'll call them up tommorow and see.' And so plans were made and remade, to escape or to recapture, well into the night.

So all in all, it was just another run of the mill, average day in Nerima.

Meanwhile: Karakura Town. Urahara Shoten.

A giant of a man stood watching as another man, thinner and wearing a cloak and striped hat, set a small folding sign out in front of the store. The large man's brow was furrowed in confusion as he watched the other's actions.

"Mr. Kisuke do you mind if I ask a question of you?"

"Not at all Tessai old friend. What is on your mind?"

"I was simply wondering what you were doing with a help wanted sign made out of spirit particles. After all its seems pointless as most people can't see it, and since it so very expensive to make such an item. So why, might I ask?" Kisuke chuckled, a small fan open to conceal his large grin.

"You see a long-time acquaintance of mine recently contacted me with some very interesting information. It seems that an absolutely unmissable opportunity is coming this way, and I simply can't pass it up."

"How sure are you about this information, if I may ask?"

"Oh, very sure. Setsuna and I have known each other for a long time and I can trust her with my life if it came down to it." Tessai rasied an eyebrow, such praise was very rare, and he could only ever recall himself or Yoruichi being given as much trust. And yet he had never heard of this 'Setsuna'. Strange. But his friend was a strange and secretive man, so it wasn't suprising.

"Very well, when can we expect this, eh, new employee?"

"Hmm, I'd say right... about... now." Suddenly Tessai sensed the prescence of a hollow appear behind him. Whirling to face it, he stopped when he felt a familiar hand on his shoulder. He looked down to see his friend smiling enigmatically with the fan in front of his face, his eyes dancing with anticipation. Tessai turned back and watched as the hollow came around the corner of the street.

He watched as the hollow chased a ghost of a young girl down the street. The girl tripped and fell and that was all it took for the hollow to catch up the last few feet. The grip on Tessai's arm intensified as he tried to move towards the fallen figure. Unable to do anything more, he watched with trepidation as the hollow reached down and picked up the girl with one massive hand.

Opening its jaws wide, the hollow held the girl above its head, savoring the fear as the girl struggled. Before it could deveour the struggling girl though, its head was slammed into the ground via jump kick by a boy with black hair in a pig-tail. Tessai shuddered slightly, as he somehow got the feeling of someone somewhere with a bad fashion sense screaming something that sounded strangely like 'Dynamic Entry'. Pushing his revulsion at the feeling aside, where ever it had come from he'd never know, he watched impressed as a purely human boy dismantled the hollow. Without using a single piece of Reisatsu at that!

The young boy jumped off the hollow's head and took a relaxed stance as the hollow got up and searched around fo its attacker. Finding him it let out a tremendous roar before charging, the asphalt being torn up by its claws as it went. The boy didn't even flinch as the hollow came closer and closer, even when the monster let loose with a haymaker right towards the boys head, instead of leaping away like a normal, or sane, person would do, he simply flowed underneath the punch before letting loose with a solid uppercut to the hollow's jaw, solidly lifting off the ground and sending it flying backwards.

He moved quickly across the ground, looking to all watching as if he gliding across ice, going right underneath the flying Hollow, and then delivering a solid kick straight to the spine, launching it even higher into the air. Tessai's eyes widened as the boy leapt nearly fifty feet straight up in the air, not even a Mod-soul had been known to have such physical capabilties! Ranma quickly proceeded to utterly decimate the hollow, hitting from blind angles and at weak points before spinning the hollow around with another hit and repeating the proccess. Finally he let loose with a rolling axe kick to the head that brought the hollow crashing down headfirst into the ground. The impact cratered the street for several feet and destroyed the hollow's head, releasing it into death's embrace.

Ranma landed lightly in a crouch, surveying the spot where the hollow had landed. Since he had arrived in the town he had been attacked by the strange creatures twice, and defended several civilians from them a few more times. What he still didn't understand though was how no-one else could see the monsters or those who were being attacked.

As he got up to see if he could find the girl the monster had been chasing, he dropped back into a crouch when someone started clapping behind him. Turning slowly he was greeted with the sight of a man in a black cloak and strange striped hat giving him polite applause. Idly he noticed a very large man in an apron standing next to him and a small sign on the ground. Tentatively stretching out his senses he nearly dropped his jaw in shock at what he found. the auras wer absolutely massive! Both of them outclassed Saffron by a wide margin and even his own reserves fell short of theirs.

"Bravo my young friend that was quite the fight I must say. From the state of your clothing it looks like you've been on the road for a while. Tell me, how would like a place to stay for a while?" The man in the hat asked, now holding up a small fan to conceal his face and lifting a cane in the other hand.

"Um, maybe. Depends how much it costs me. " Ranma looked down at his clothes and silently agreed with the other man's observation. His clothes had definately seen better days, his silk shirt with visible patches and his pants with stitches running up and down them. As he approached the man in the hat he took a closer look at the sign. #Help Wanted: Combat skills necessary. Offering good pay, room and board. Inquire within or ask the man with hat who's waiting for you to finish reading the sign.# Blinking he turned to look at the man who was hiding a smile behind his fan.

"Your sign I take it? I guess I do need a job... But I just got away from a real bad situation and I'm tryin to dissapear. I don't suppose you could help with that, could you? I mean you and your friends power levels here are bigger than Saffron's by a wide margin. But I want to know what I'd need ta do first though, I ain't goin in blind like my pops does."

Now it was Kisuke's turn to be suprised, as he hadn't realised that the boy in front of him could read auras like that. Though he had no idea who this 'Saffron' was, he got the feeling that whoever it was was very powerful. Considering the fact that he and Tessai were keeping their Reisatsu output hidden and controlled his respect for the pig-tailed boy rose another notch.

"Er, yes. I'd need you to come help out at the shop after school, but the main thing I need from you is to keep a close watch on some, how should I put it? Some, responsibilites, no investments of mine that I can't keep track of all the time. I have a feeling that things are about to get very interesting around here." Ranma thought it over a bit before making a decision. He figured he wasn't likely to get a better deal anywhere else, and even though he didn't want to have to go to school he realized that he would need to go if he wanted to do anything later in life. He also picked up the part he said about things getting interesting. If his life was anything to go by, then he most certainly needed to stick around. He still kept up the act of being undecided in an attempt to get something more out of his prospective employer.

Kisuke had noticed his hesitance and threw in the kicker. Setsuna had told him that if he didn't accept right off the bat then this would get him for sure. "Did I mention I have some special techniques that I can teach you if you agree?" He kept secret the fact that they were only shinigami techniques that he could teach, though it was unlikely that the boy would be able to use them without a zanpakuto of his own.

Ranma rapidly nodded his head, causing Kisuke to chuckle at the sudden hungry and eager expression on his face. He put an arm around the pig-tailed boys shoulder as he walked to the shop door. AS he replayed parts of the conversation in his head, his eyes hardened briefly as a frown crossed his face."Oh, and trust me my young friend if you want to dissapear, then Karakura town is the place to dissapear in." And with that the door closed on the shop, with a bang that seemed to echo through infinity, sounding as if a book was being closed, before another was opened.

Yeah so I'm not entirely sure where to go with this at the moment. I'll work on it when I get ideas though. Enjoy!

Chapter 2: Chapter 1: In the Middle of the Night

A/N: Here ya go. Sorry it took so long but my muse has for all intents and purposes died for this story. I will try and revive it as best I can, but this was originally intended just as a wild idea/one shot. But hey, I'll try my best to continue it.

Oh and Kasumi is not being paired up with Ranma, I have someone special in mind for our pig-tailed hero. It is not one of the conventional girls from either series, though she is from one of them. Huehuehuehue.

I feel the cold hand of death,
and the end drawing near.

I have seen the God's of men
and all that they fear.

Sing to me, songs of the Darkness.
Farewell to Heaven my Friend.

Come to me, bury your sorrow
Temptation awaits the Condemned.

Chapter Two:

Ichigo sighed as walked up the path to his house. Today was officially the strangest in recent memory. Coming from a guy who could see ghosts that was saying something. First thing this morning his father casually dropped the bomb that the daughter of one of his mother's friends was coming to work at the clinic, and that they would be putting her up while she earned up enough to find her own place.

Then when he got to school he got shanghaied into giving a tour of the school for a new student by Mr. Kagine. At least he seemed like a nice guy, and he got along well with his friends so it wasn't a total loss. But Ichigo swore that there was something off about the new guy. Even his introduction to class seemed odd.

Congratulations! Its a Flashback!

Ichigo had just managed to wiggle his way out of Mr Kagine's grasp by reluctantly agreeing to give a tour of the school for the new student. Folding up the sheet of directions for the tour and storing in his notebook he walked obliviously past a staring Orihime. As he sat down at his desk he studiously ignored the babble coming from his friend Keigo about some fiery-haired goddess he had seen over the weekend. Pulling out his books he sighed as Miss Ochi came in and started calling out attendance.

"Now then, I'm sure most of you have heard already, but today we have a new student joining our class. Please give a warm welcome to Mr. Saotome." At her signal a tall young man dressed in a red Chinese-style shirt and simple black pants came in from the hallway. Ichigo's jaw dropped at how strong the guy looked, those muscles of his were pretty impressive. But the strangest thing was that he didn't look anything like the age everyone else was.

"Now Mr. Saotome has been traveling for a long while and has recently settled down. He recently turned sixteen as well, isn't that wonderful!"

'No , no that is not wonderful! He looks more like he's nineteen or twenty, not sixteen!' Was the thought shared by the rest of the class. Ranma took the momentary quiet to speak up, his rough and mature voice setting some of the girls swooning.

"Now I'm sure ya all are wonderin why I look so much older than ya, right? Well I like ta think its all cause of the training I did for the last ten years or so. There ain't a better martial artist alive, at least that I've seen. An' I got the body to prove it." To illustrate his point he flexed his muscles, the motion making his body ripple. Ichigo noticed more than a couple of the girls fainting with blood dripping from their noses.

'Oh come on, there is no way you can believe that lie, there's no way he's sixteen!' Ichigo silently directed his thought towards his teacher.

"Ok, that makes sense." Miss Ochi said with a smile and faint blush.

'No , no it does not make sense! He's better built than Shwarznegger at that age!'

Miss Ochi pointed to an empty seat to the right of Ichigo. "Why don't you sit there next to Ichigo. Unless, there is anything else you feel the need to add?"

Ranma nodded his head before adressing the rest of the class. "One last thing. My sister might sub in for me when I ain't feelin well. So if ya'll see a cute little red-headed chick around and you want to talk ta her, don't, or things will get, " Ranma emphasized his words by cracking his knuckles, causing the males in the class to gulp." ,very painful for ya."

Sigh, they grow up and leave so quickly.

Well the tour had gone by quickly enough, just requiring Ichigo to show Ranma a few locations, like the gym and such, though oddly enough he also had to show him where both the male and female bathrooms were located. Ranma didn't seem like that kind of guy so Ichigo simply shrugged it off as being another wierd thing about him.

Then he had to deal with those skateboarder punks, and those ghosts that had tried to follow him home... Suffice to say he was quite tired. Sighing again as he tromped up the path to his house, he couldn't help but thunk he was forgetting something. He froze, his hand hovering over the doorknob as he thought about it. What could he possibly be forgetting? Other than when their guest would be arriving, he couldn't recall anything.

Shrugging the feeling aside, he opened the door. Throwing it open he had about one second to register the blur coming towards him as his father, right before he got knocked to the ground via knee to the head. As he laid on the ground stunned, his father standing imperiously over him, he could't help but think that maybe he should have paid a bit more attention to that feeling of his.

"Do you have any idea what time it is? Dinner is at Seven O' Clock and not a minute later! What do you have to say for yourself, o delinquent son of mine?" Demanded Ichigo's father. Shooting to his feet Ichigo was about to deliver his own angry retort, when he noticed an unfamiliar face watching the interaction with a cheery smile. Swallowing his words, Ichigo instead settled for a quick glare at his father before turning to meet their guest.

"I apologize for Ol' Goat Face over there. He's not usually that active, due to his aging bones and all. Since you've met my family already, you probably know my name's Ichigo." He said with his usual slightly frowning expression. He was taken aback a touch when the demure young woman giggled at his words.

"Well it's just that you and your father remind so much of one of my few friends and his own father. They would always take any opportunity to spar, since they were martial artists. Oh, and my name is Kasumi Tendo, thank you for letting me stay here." Kasumi said with a quick bow. As she raised her head back up she noticed something moving behind Ichigo's shoulder.

Her first thought was that it was a friend of Ichigo's that hadn't been introduced. But then she noticed how he seemed to flit around with ease. Her mouth made a silent O as she realized that the figure behind Ichigo's shoulder wasn't touching the ground. And more than that was the fact that she could see through his body. Involuntarily she let out a quiet sound of suprise. Ichigo twisted around and his jaw dropped, before he palmed his face. Hard.

"Ugh, I thought I left all of you guys behind." He moaned as he hung his head. Sighing he turned to Kasumi and gave another small bow."I'm sorry for not being a proper host, but I've had a long day, and it doesn't look like it will end soon. I'll see you tomorrow." And with that he headed up the stairs, the ghost of the poor salaryman following behind him.

Kasumi followed his dejected treck up the stairs with a worried look in her eyes. Feeling a hand on her shoulder, she turned and faced a smiling Isshin, though the smile failed to reach his eyes. "Don't worry too much about him. He's too stubborn to let things get him down for long. Just wait, by tomorrow morning he'll back to his usual charming self." Isshin nodded sagely at his words. His daughters, who had been watching events through the kitchen door, were staring wordlessly at the stranger that had replaced their quirky father. Abruptly, he reached into his coat and pulled out a large binder. "Now then, if your staying a while, its only fair for you to get to know the family. And what better way than with..." He shook the binder in front of Kasumi's nose."... Baby Pictures!"

*SLAM*

Kasumi smiled and clapped her hands as she was led away by a practically glowing Isshin. In the kitchen Karin was rubbing a red spot on her forehead from where it had been slammed into the table. Her sister looked at her with concern as she proceeded to slam her head once more into the table after another particularly loud squeal from the living room.

*SLAM*

"You know sis, that can't be healthy." *SLAM*

Later that Evening.

"Hmm, he handled that rather well, all things considered. I must admit I had not anticipated the prescence of a guest in the household, but it seemed to work out fine anyway. That sword of his was also unforeseen, though considering his massive spiritual reserves not completely unexpected. "

The two figures stood watching from a nearby rooftop as events unfolded. The shorter of the two figures, though not by much, frowned. It galled him not to provide aid, but as the speaker had explained earlier, this had to happen. Seeing the hollow vanquished the taller of the two turned to the other.

"When the time comes, do you think he'll be ready?" The short one cocked his head to side as he considered the question carefully before responding.

"I'm not sure. If I could train him to control that energy of his, concentrate it, as well as how to use that sword, then maybe. He'd need a lot of work though." The taller one nodded, agreeing with the other's assesment. Spotting one of the figures on the street below break off and head away, the shorter one abandoned his post, stepping off the roof and landing in a crouch. He looked up at the other figure with a smirk on his face. "We should hurry back now, you'll have a customer soon and its such bad manners to keep them waiting."

Still smirking, the figure dissapeared from sight, a cloud of dust lifting from his passage. The other figure stared at the empty space before muttering a few choice words concerning employees to witty for their own good. And then, like a ghost in the night, he was gone as well.

A week later, Lunch:

Ranma sighed to himself, or should that be herself? Apparently little old laddle ladies were not a Nerima exclusive product and one lived next door to his new home. At least it kept his classmates from finding out where he worked, though what the new girl was doing there was beyond his knowledge. Though he did wonder about that order she picked up... Ranma shrugged, it wasn't any business of hers.

Apparently some of the guys in his class didn't get the hint when her 'brother' had done his introduction and would need a bit of a refresher. And too make matters worse she had forgotten the lunch Tessai had made her at the shop, while he was no Kasumi, he did make a good bento. Stepping back into the classroom, Ranma carefully wove her way through the mass of students before reaching her desk. Taking her books and lunch carefully out of her stuff space, a trick she'd managed after fighting Mousse so often.

She was just about to dig in when there was some kind of disturbance. Getting out of her seat with the rest of the class she watched with a bemused expression on her face as a female student attempted to climb out the window, only to be stopped by her friend. She was about to go back to her food when she sensed are large ki source nearby.

Her eyebrows rose when she felt said ki source suddenly leave the ground. Looking towards the window, she was suprised when she saw her desk neighbor crouch on the ledge. Peering at him more intently, she noticed the way all of his ki was concentrated in his lower body. She also noticed that it wasn't his normal ki either, it had been changed as if it were someone else's. She had to resist the urge to laugh at how shocked the other students were when he leapt over top of them. Ah if they had spent one day in Furinkan. However something more important was where he had landed.

The mod-soul that had taken over poor Ichigo's body was in heaven. Well not literally, he didn't want to go back there for a good long while. But here he was, free to do what he wanted and safe from being recycled by his creators in Soul Society. As he casually made his way across the field in front of the school his patented good-lay-dar (what? babe-dar just didn't sound right) suddenly activated. Following the signal he spotted an open window up on the third floor of the school.

Shrugging he easily made the jump up to window, startling those closest to it. He ignored the mutters and whispers of the class as he searched for his target. Outwardly he looked calm but on the inside he was practically exploding in happiness at all the beautiful young women. His jaw dropped as he spotted his target. Sweet merciful Mike! The sheer gravity she held had captured him, drawn him in like a moth to the flame. He easily leapt over the class and settled into a crouch on the desk in front of her.

"Hello, lovely lady. Might I ask your name?" Having said his piece, he gently raised her hand to his lips and gave it a kiss. He felt a chill run down his spine as he let go as the rest of the class had gone deathly quiet. Looking up, he found himself face to face with Female Fury Incarnate. The feeling of certain doom was something new though.

Ranma's slight frame shuddered as she tried to contain the anger she felt. She hadn't been this pissed off since that fight with the Golden Pair, in fact this feeling was very similar to how she felt after losing her first kiss. She felt like killing someone. And thankfully for the rest of the class the perfect target for her rage had presented himself.

"You... Have... Five seconds... I suggest you... Run..." She ground out, causing the mod-soul to go pale. He nervously started backing his way towards the door, only to stop when he saw Rukia standing there with a shocked look on her face. Taking a moment to look closer, he noticed Rukia's eyes were focused elsewhere. Whirling around quickly he nearly fainted when he saw the redheaded girl surrounded by a visible aura of power. Her blue eyes seemed to be lit from within by some infernal light as various small objects had shrugged off the pull of gravity and were suspended in the air around her. A unseen and unheard wind flowed around her, ruffling her clothes and hair.

"One." As she vanished from sight all of his senses screamed at him to move. Dashing towards the window he barely dodged the hammer blow that cratered the floor where he had stood. He barely noticed his host outside the window as he leapt for safety. Hitting the ground running, he spared a moment to look behind and started running faster when he saw the redheaded devil chasing him.

Meanwhile in the classroom Keigo was cowering in a corner, having come into the class just after Ichigo, his body at least, had arrived. He was truly hoping that Ranma's sister either wouldn't remember their first meeting or would spend her energy on chasing Ichigo. Of course then he remembered what her brother said and adopted the fetal position as he didn't want to consider what her brother could do if she could crater the floor with a punch.

Ranma had stopped on the top of a rooftop, since a few moments earlier Ichigo had managed to duck out of sight and had escaped. Staying still, she extended her senses out as far as they could go, until she snagged on his unique ki signature. She was confused as to why there were two of them, but decided to ignore it in favor of getting revenge.

She was about to leave when her cellphone, a neccissity for her job and gift from her boss, rang. Cursing she reached down and grabbed it, answering in a darker than usual tone.

"WHAT?" There was no answer for a moment, as Urahara tried to ignore the feeling of his head on the chopping block.

"Unfortunately it seems we mistakenly sold Miss Kuchiki damaged goods. Though I have the means of getting it, we currently are at a loss to the product's location. At the moment the mod-soul is most likely at large within-"

"Ichigo Kurosaki's body. Makes sense, after my introduction he would have never had the guts to do what he did." Ranma angrily cut him off, it explained the oddness in Ichigo's ki flows. Since it wasn't Ichigo's fault she decided that she wouldn't damage his body. Too much at least. "I sensed his location near Karakura Middle School. I'll meet you over there."

"Very well, Miss Saotome." She could hear the smirk in Urahara's voice even over the phone as he hung up, sparing him from Ranma's comeback.

Shoving thoughts of getting back at her boss aside for the moment, she gave another cursory scan to make sure the mod-soul was where she had last sensed him. Finding his ki located on the roof of the school, she gave a death's head grin as she leapt towards her target.

Once she reached the building opposite the school, she unleashed the first part of her cunning plan. Pushing as much ki as she could into her legs she jumped skywards, easily outstripping any of the leaps that the mod-soul had made. Once airborne she manuevered herself until she was right on top of the unsuspecting mod-soul.

Of course it was right when she was about to begin her descent that a hollow decided to make its appearance. Cursing, Ranma adjusted her trajectory and directed herself at the hollow. A quick blast of ki started her fall, while multiple smaller bursts kept her on target. Just before impact she used a burst to start herself spinning, right before she impacted the centipede-like hollow in the middle of its back.

She bounced off of it before unleashing another ki blast, this one directed at the hollow itself. It hit the hollow in the chest as it had reared up, the blast knocking it backwards. As the hollow shook its head to clear itself of the dizzyness caused by the concussive force of the ki blast, Ranma cast a look to the mod-soul in Ichigo's body, his desire to help eliminate the hollow warring with his terror of the redhead.

"Come on, I can't take this thing out on my own! I need you to hold it down so I can get it to pass on!" Her shout was enough to make up his mind, a grim expression on his face as he gave her a nod. Ducking under a strike from the hollow, he gave it a kick from behind that sent it tumbling to the ground in front of Ranma. It raised its head up pitifully as if to ask for mercy. Ranma simply smirked at it and shook her head.

"Now how did boss say it went? Oh yeah. Aeturnum Humanos Animavit Mortem. (1)" Once she finished her chant she unleashed two vacuum blades at the hollows head. There was a flash of light in the shape of a cross as the hollow disintegrated. Hearing the sounds of someone approaching she turned to face Ichigo and Rukia, both of who had stunned looks on their faces. As she was enjoying their shock she caught a flash of movement out of the corner of her eye.

She vanished from their sight only to reappear several metres away in front of the mod-soul, who had been quietly attempting to crawl away unnoticed. Grabbing him by an arm, Ranma easily lifted him over her head and tossed him in front of Ichigo. Walking over to them, she couldn't help but wag a finger at the mod-soul as if she were berating a small child.

"Now don't you be going anywhere. The boss was quite upset when he found out you escaped." Sensing a group of powerful prescences approaching she smiled as she gestured over to the side of the roof. "In fact, here comes the boss now." The other three turned incredulously to see the staff of the Urahara Shoten. Urahara moved to stand in front of the mod-soul, looking at his roughed up state, one shoulder bloodied up from the hollow, with dissapointment.

"Tsl, tsk. We come all this way and my new employee has you already subdued. Now she's going to want to ask for a justly deserved raise. And we lugged all this equipment here for nothing. Shame that. Well time to go." Before anyone, excluding Ranma, could react, Urahara used his cane to knock out the mod-soul from Ichigo's body, which fell to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut.

As Urahara turned to leave Ichigo gathered his wits and grabbed him by the shoulder.

"What are you going to do with him?" He wasn't expecting an answer, after all he was in his Shinigami form, so he was stunned when he recieved one.

"I'm going to do what I should have done a long time ago, dispose of him." Urahara answered in a cold tone.

"You can see me?" Ichigo wondered incredulously, taking a nervous step backwards as he looked between him and the smug redhaired girl who had taken out the hollow without breaking a sweat. "Who the hell are you people?"

Urahara tipped his hat as he thought about how to respond. "Hmm, how should I answer that?"

"He's a greedy salesman. Simple as that." Rukia said as she snatched the mod-soul from Urahara's hand.

"Miss Kuchiki! You shouldn't take that!" He shouted while inwardly he was cursing himself for not paying attention to his surroundings.

"Now why not? Is it your policy to confiscate goods your customers have paid for?" Rukia's honest question stopped Urahara for a moment.

"Well how about a full refund?" He suggested.

"No, that's alright. I'm quite satisfied with my purchase. Besides, you guys are operating outside the law anyway. It's not your job to recall him." Rukia countered with a ghost of a smile.

"This is serious. I wan't be the one to take the fall for you when this gets out." Urahara said with narrowed eyes and a flat tone. Rukia shrugged as she walked over to where Ichigo had already gotten back into his body.

"That's fine with me. Trouble is where I live." She said over her shoulder.

"Very well Miss Kuchiki. Time to go then." Urahara said turning to his staff. As they started to leave Ranma slid up next to him with a wide grin on her face.

"Now that that's done with, what was that you were saying about a raise?" Again Urahara started mentally cursing and bemoaning his lost profits.

1. According to google translate: Eternal Peaceful Death. I wanted to give Ranma something that would allow him to fight hollow's without having to be a Shinigami. That's not to say that later on he might not become a Shinigami, but at the moment he is just as he was before, with a few new techniques.

Man. Sorry it took so long but here ya go. Next major section will probably be the Quincy Arc, with Ranma playing a large part against the giant hollow who's name escapes me. And then of course he'll play a large part as support for the Soul Society arc, though I'm having problems working out how it will work with him and Yoruichi. Eh, this is a side project anyway, I got time.

Review!

Eh. Too little interest, no idea what I was going to do next.