Disclaimer: Ranma 1/2 and it's characters are the product and property of rumiko takahashi and viz video.

It was requested that a timeline be added, so here it is. This is not the regular Ranmaverse nor is it the regular Sailor Moon universe; it is mine. This was done for the obvious reason that I . . don't follow Sailor Moon very closely, I just like the characters sometimes.

Chapter Two

By Michael Fetter

Juuban, Cherry Hill Shrine

After the fight with Birdie, the girls decided to get together for an unscheduled meeting to 'discuss' certain developments. Hanging back a little with Ami, the moon cats watched the girls' firm very negative opinions of the new girl. They still knew very little about her, but that hadn't changed what the redheaded witch called them.

"How dare she call us bimbos!" Rae screamed again. She had said little else since they started the meeting. No one really noticed since they were muttering about the same thing.

"When I see her next time I'm gonna . . ." Makato's threat went unfinished, but to the others that just meant she was open to possibilities of how to get back at the brat.

Slamming her fist down, Minako growled her little bit of injustice. "There is no way that floozy could be a senshi! None of the other Outers are that bad!"

The other girls nodded in agreement. Rae continued to stab an effigy of a girl with red hair.

A slight cough from the corner marked Ami clearing her throat before talking. "But it doesn't matter how we feel about this new girl. If she is Saturn then there is nothing we can do about it."

Jumping onto the table, facing the girls, Luna added her own insight. "Ami is right, but the fact still remains we don't know anything about this new girl. None of you could see for sure if she was Saturn or not. She may even be an agent of the Negaverse."

Usagi sighed and fell across the pillow she was holding onto. "I suppose you're right Luna, but I hope she's not another enemy."

"What?! Why?!" Rae screamed at their leader. "At least if she was an enemy we could get rid of her without much trouble!"

"That may not be entirely true, Rae." Ami interjected. "While we were fighting Birdie, it was true that she had very little power compared to us, but she is very skilled."

"Yeah." This was one part of the new girl Makato had really admired. "I've never seen a normal person move that fast and skillfully. She must be one of the best martial artists in the world with the way she handled herself."

"And what power she does have, she uses very effectively. That was the first time I've seen Mars and Jupiter flattened so easily." Makoto grimaced at the memory of her face rushing to meet the ground after being hit in the back of the head. Rae scowled at Minako for even bringing it up.

"Either way, we should find out everything we can about this girl." Luna advised the senshi. She worried sometimes about the growing power of their enemies. Each time a new ally or power would be discovered, but if they missed one such opportunity, what then? Disaster? If this girl was a new ally, they needed to know. "Ami, can you find anything about her on your computer?"

Ami looked downcast for a moment and shook her head. "I already tried. After studying the readings I got from her power, I felt it prudent to get as much information on her as I could. There is simply no registry of anyone matching her description. I looked through all the medical databases I could and even the world police database, but found nothing. No medical records here or anywhere else in the world, it's like she doesn't exist."

* * *

Tendou dojo

Mamoru woke up first once the shock had worn off. Rubbing his head and sitting up, he could have sworn the girl his Uncle had engaged him to was the same redhead that had picked a fight with the Senshi. The girl must surely be running around Juuban still, though.

Opening his eyes, Mamoru came face to face with his cousins. They were looking at him with pity, amusement, and anger (guess who is who.). "What happened?"

"What happened?!" Akane shouted angrily. "My idiot father decided to marry you off to some poor girl his friend beat over the head with a street sign!"

Oh, good. She wasn't mad at him. Mamoru relaxed a bit.

"And then you feint after getting a look at her chest! I didn't know you were such a hentai!" Mamoru cringed and tried scooting away a little farther from Akane. He knew about her mallet and had no desire to feel it crashing against his skull.

"Oh, be nice to poor Mamoru-kun, Akane-chan. I'm sure he just wasn't expecting father to engage him to anyone and he, uhm . . . well, it was something like that right?" Kasumi asked with a subtly less pleasant smile on her face.

"Uhm . . . right." He swallowed and smiled weakly back at the group. There was a small groan from behind him and a touch on his hand. Mamoru moved faster than he ever had before. Dodging his cousins, he got few good meters distance between himself and . . the redhead.

"Ite . . ." Ranma woke up to a throbbing headache. She was lying on a mat set in somebody's house. It wasn't hard to guess it belonged to the Tendou's, who she had met recently, since the three girls were kneeling next to her. Ranma had been lying on her stomach with a wet wash cloth over her head. Letting the cloth drop onto the floor, Ranma took a look around the room to get an idea of what was going on.

"Are you alright?"

Ranma focused in on the eldest daughter, Kasumi if she remembered right. "Fine. I'll feel a whole lot better when I 'talk' to my pops though." She responded while cracking her knuckles. A gulp from the back of the room caught her attention and Ranma turned to face the new person. "Who are you?"

"Uhm . . ." Mamoru tried stretching his collar for air. It suddenly seemed very hot to him as he wiped a little sweat from his forehead. "T-Tendou Mamoru."

Ranma looked at the new man funny, but shrugged and thought he might be sick.

"Apparently, you two are to be married." Nabiki grinned. Something about that grin unnerved Ranma, but she didn't know why.

Ranma looked over the boy appraisingly and thought of him as little more than a pushover. She smirked, this engagement will be off before oyagi knows it. "So you're the one, hm?"

Akane looked surprised and pointed at her cousin. "You knew about this, Ranma-san?"

"Of course I did." Ranma scowled. "That's why I left in the first place. Which reminds me." Said Ranma, standing up and clenching her fists for a fight. "I should go find oyagi."

"Right here, boy." Genma bellowed from the patio door behind Ranma. The redhead cringed and Nabiki's eyebrow raised for a moment. There was that nickname Saotome-san used on his daughter; it was a bit odd to say the least.

Ranma recovered quickly and attacked her father like a vicious animal. "You didn't have to hit me so hard, you old fool!" Her father was a pretty good fighter despite his years. When Ranma had been a boy, the fights were pretty evenly paced, but Ranma had been stronger. Things were only slightly different now. Ranma was faster as a girl, but weaker. Still, it didn't matter since she beat her father every morning in their sparring matches.

Soun sidestepped around the combatants and walked into the room. "Ah, it's good to see you both awake. Now we can discuss the wedding preparations." Soun's eyes started to tear up as he put one arm around both Mamoru and Ranma. The loss of a sparring partner caused Genma to fall over when he thought he was going to feel something under his kicking leg.

Doing his best to not make eye contact with the powerful martial artist, Mamoru attempted to set some things straight with his Uncle. "Uncle, I don't think this is such a good idea. I have . . ." Great, he thought, back to almost spilling things about Usagi; think quickly. "-other priorities right now!" That was lame, Mamoru frowned.

"Well, you aren't involved with anyone else and having someone else to share that apartment of yours with should be nice! Just think," Soun took a hand from either victim and locked them with each other. "after a long day at school and work, Ranma will be at home with dinner ready and the children running up to greet their daddy!"

Ranma shuffled back uncomfortably as Soun's tears started drenching her feet. She drew her hand back disgustedly, blanching at the idea of kids; Ranma was quite certain Soun wasn't talking about adoption. "I ain't no one's housewife, pal." She growled at the crying man.

"I'm sure Mamoru will let you take care of some of the dojo's classes though you are a girl." Ranma started developing a really bad twitch; Soun remained oblivious though most everyone else had backed up to the edges of the room. "You will probably want him around to take care of the sparring matches though. A woman could be hurt if she isn't careful. After all, you'll have all my grandsons to take care of!" He cried joyously.

The blue light was back and flickering to life around Ranma. Before, when it had been the Senshi, she had been upset, but now she was full blown out mad! "You are gonna pay fer that old man!" Ranma screamed and dived in for the kill.

* * *

Juuban

"Well, he certainly had that coming." Mamoru noted on the return walk to the train station. Beside him was the redhead, an angry scowl still on her face.

They'd left the Tendou dojo shortly after his Uncle awoke, bandaged heavily thanks to Kasumi's efforts. Ranma had thrown just about everything at Uncle Soun in her fury and despite the savagery, Mamoru couldn't claim that it was completely unjustified.

There was a brief discussion, controlled mainly by Uncle's wailing and Ranma's father pushing them out the door. Soun had claimed that it was best that Ranma and he should live together in Juuban now that they were engaged. It seemed more likely that Soun was worried that he'd be beaten on a regular basis. So they were walking together from the train station in Juuban to his apartment several blocks away.

His cousins seemed very startled to frightened after watching the maiming.

Soun had really stood no chance.

A headache was already beginning to develop as Mamoru looked again at the redhead stomping along the ground. If the ground suddenly cracked he would not have been surprised.

"So is glowing usual for you?" Mamoru spoke, trying again to calm the young girl down.

She did not respond unless glaring and cursing under her breath counted.

Maybe a new angle, Mamoru decided. "How long have you been training in the Art?"

Snorting, Ranma pointedly ignored Mamoru and walked faster, though she had little idea of where they were headed.

Shaking his head, Mamoru followed. "Let me just say you are taking this whole engagement thing very well."

Ranma turned to glare at him. "I didn't ask to get engaged to you and I ain't gonna marry you!" She screamed, fire in her eyes.

"I didn't ask either." Mamoru shot back defensively. It wasn't like blaming him was going to change anything. He snorted and kept walking. "Besides I'm already seeing someone."

"Why didn't you tell them, dumbass?!" Ranma-chan screamed in frustration, her face turning red.

Mamoru stumbled and laughed nervously. "It's . . difficult to explain."

"What? She can't be younger than me and this is pushing some perversion barrier." Ranma grumbled then continued walking.

The silence between them held for several blocks until Mamoru turned on a walkway to one of the apartment complexes. Ranma followed though it was mainly unconscious as she was still lost in her anger.

"This is our stop." Mamoru called before Ranma-chan could walk into the door. He fumbled with the keys a moment then held the door for Ranma to enter. She did after a second.

Mamoru lived on the third floor in a three-room apartment. They entered upon a living room, clean and rather plain. Adjoining that was a kitchen then a short hallway that led to a bathroom and bedroom.

Locking the door behind them, Mamoru sighed and draped his green coat over a hook near the door. Ranma stood at the entrance to the living room, her shoes already removed. Watching her a moment, Mamoru finally moved for the closet to retrieve some linens. "Make yourself at home." He called to her. "It's small, but it should be okay."

"This is really stupid." Frowning, Ranma finished examining the apartment. It was spacious as far as Ranma was concerned, but it was also obvious she was going to be a real burden to Mamoru if she lived here.

Returning with a pile of sheets, Mamoru headed for the couch and began to lay them out. "You can have the bed. I'll just-"

"Don't bother." Ranma-chan dismissed him with a wave of her hand and grabbed the remaining sheets to lay out along the cushions. "I usually sleep on the ground. Your couch should be fine."

Not wanting to argue at such a late hour, Mamoru nodded his head and went for the bedroom. After all the excitement today there was still school tomorrow and only a few hours rest between then and now. "Alright. Goodnight, Ranma." He called back.

Ranma was still fitting the sheets when Mamoru closed his door. He settled onto his bed without removing his clothes and fell asleep shortly there after.

* * *

The blonde streak, known to some as Usagi Tsukino, was again running late for school. All of this running was having a positive side effect on her speed and stamina. She still could care less for the method Luna often used to wake her up.

The previous day's fight was now all but out of her mind. The meeting last night was fairly useless, ending on a high note when Rae tripped, landed face first into the guacamole dip, and blamed it on the girl who called them bimbos.

"Hi, Makato!" Usagi called out, catching up with Ami at the same time.

Makato turned and waved back. "Hey, Usagi, Ami. Did you hear about that poor woman?" she asked as the two girls caught up.

"The one attacked by the redhead? Yeah, it must've happened while we were dealing with the rogue youma." Usagi said with little interest.

Ami nodded. "I heard the Outers battled with her and were able to retrieve the pure heart crystal before the woman could run off with it."

Frowning, Makato followed her two friends into the school. "I'm not sure whether I like it being in the hands of those Scouts more than that redhead. There is something wrong about them."

Ami nodded in agreement. "I thought they were supposed to be our allies too, but they don't act like it. When Pluto told us about the premature awakenings of the crystals I thought the Outers would join us."

"We have to find some way of talking to them and maybe we can start working together." Makato concluded. There was still time before the bell would ring and they chose to remain outside to talk for a bit. Their voiced were dropped in case of eavesdroppers.

"Un." Ami nodded again. "What about that other girl? The one we fought."

"She's gonna get the pounding of her life the next time I see her." The grin on Makato's face didn't quite match her words. Despite the insult, Makato had enough time to cool off and take an appreciation for the redhead's skill and wondered how her own would match up.

"But what if she is Saturn?" Disapproval showed on Ami's face. After all, it wasn't certain that the redhead was evil, youma or otherwise. She just seemed to be having a really bad day and needed a fight for some reason.

Shrugging, Makato crossed her arms and stared off to the courtyard of their school. "Then it'll be even and we can make up afterwards."

"Speaking of which." Ami pointed to the street.

"You mean 'witch'" Makato half-growled as she caught sight of the very redhead they were talking about. She was dressed in the same Chinese style clothes as the previous night, the very same if the grime was anything to go by. The frown on her face was meant to show her anger at something, but even Makato thought the girl looked a bit cuter despite it.

Blinking upon hearing the change of attitudes in her friends, Usagi sought out what had caught their attention. "What is she doing here?"

"With Mamoru too." Ami pointed out the familiar green sedan parked outside the gates, which the redhead was stepping out of.

"What?!" Usagi turned red, memories of the previous fight coming back, a bit exaggerated, with complete clarity.

* * *

"Juuban High School, huh?" Ranma-chan stared at the sign and the flow of students into the buildings. They wore uniforms, she noticed, and carried book bags, things she didn't have. Fighting over attending school had been a moot decision since her father wasn't around to bicker with. It wasn't really Mamoru's fault.

"Yeah, Uncle was able to get you enrolled pretty quick." Mamoru said, stepping out of his car. He felt a little bad for Ranma-chan, going to school with dirty clothes, no supplies; it would probably alienate her, he thought. With the way things had been going, he was certain what Ranma needed were a few friends to help her deal with things, else she would likely get angry a lot. Mamoru shivered at the thought. "Anyway, there are some people here I know that could show you around."

"Whatever." Ranma huffed and walked with Mamoru into the courtyard.

People were beginning to stare as they stopped near the gates. Even with the shambles her clothing was in, guys were still getting that glazed look in their eyes. Girls growled and Ranma growled back.

Mamoru sweated slightly and searched about the courtyard intently. "Usagi! Lita! Ami!" he called upon finding the three girls near the entrance of the school building. The girls were walking towards him already, faces a little red and a few fists clenched. He was sweating all the harder.

"Hey, Mamoru, what are you doing here?" Makato asked in mock-pleasantry.

Usagi was eyeing the redhead who was standing much to close to her boyfriend as far as she was concerned. Of course she had nothing, but faith in Mamoru, but it simply wouldn't do to have the redhead even think she could move in on her man. "Friend of yours, Mamo-kun?"

Laughing nervously, glancing between the three senshi and the slowly simmering Ranma, Mamoru unconsciously took a step back from the group. "Uh, this is, uh, Ranma, Usagi. I was hoping you girls could show her around. If that's okay?" It ended with an uncomfortable squeak.

"Sure, Mamo-kun. That sounds fine." Usagi grinned maliciously, something no one had ever seen before, as she grabbed Ranma by the wrist in her strongest grip, which wasn't much.

"Leave it to us." Makato added, holding Ranma's shoulder with a stronger grip.

"Uhm . . ." Mamoru blinked.

Before Usagi or Makato could begin to guide Ranma away, he caught a glimpse of the redhead's eyes that seemed to flicker with low flames.

Ami had stayed behind for a moment. "I'll make sure they don't hurt her too much." Then moved off to join the other senshi.

". . ." Mamoru suddenly wondered if Ranma was right. Maybe sending her to school was not such a good idea.

* * *

"Class we have a new student. She just came back from a training trip to China." The teacher stood at the head of the class with Ranma-chan, the characters of the redhead's name written on the board behind her. "Please introduce yourself." He said to Ranma.

Ranma-chan still had a slightly irritated look on her face. She'd hated the fact her father had engaged her to some boy for no good reason than to fill his stomach most likely. Only this time he didn't seem to want to back out of the deal as she had hoped for once. Of all the times to act with some honor, she thought with distaste.

Her mood was not helped that she was back in school, in a class with some girls who seemed to have an instant hatred of her. Actually most of the girls didn't seem to like her much, but at least they weren't as physical.

Then there were the boys. God she hated boys. It probably never occurred to them to think of her as anything but potential dating material. Not like it mattered; she hated boys. They were all pathetic, stupid, perverted jerks and she would tell them if they tried anything, physically if she so desired.

In a low growl, Ranma bowed slightly to the class though she was glaring at the boys who were still drooling over her. "I'm Ranma Saotome, heir to the Saotome School of Anything Goes Martial Arts." It was a small chance that any of them would pick up the subtle threat, but she felt it was fair enough warning to justify a later beating should one be needed.

As oblivious as the male students the teacher pointed Ranma-chan to a seat beside the blonde with the odangos. "You can take the seat by the window."

When she sat, with most of the students' gazes following her, Ranma became the model student, staring intently at the front of the class waiting for the teacher to begin. On the inside, however, her nerves were grating with the attention and it was only her amazing will that prevented her first 'justified' beating.

* * *

"Excuse me, I'm looking for Nerima." Ryouga had pulled someone out of the crowd at random and was holding him by his collar a few inches in the air.

The male student blinked, looked at how easily he was being held in the air and decided not to be smart with the fanged boy. "You're there."

Ryouga blinked in surprise. He actually hadn't expected to arrive for a few more days. Must have gotten lucky taking the popular route 66. "Do you know how I can find Furinkan High?"

The boy sweated and pointed to a sign beside them.

Amazed beyond belief, Ryouga pressed further, hoping his luck would continue and his revenge could be had. "Ranma Saotome! Where is he?"

"Who?" The student was blank.

"Ranma Saotome! The bane of my existence! Point him out!" Ryouga roared, shaking the boy in the air.

"Sorry, man, but I don't know any Ranma Saotome." The student wondered if maybe he should have just made something up to appease the very strong, very angry, young man.

It turned out he should have.

Ryouga released his frustration, along with the student in a quick throw. "Argh!"

"Hey! Watch where you're throwing people!"

Ryouga blinked and looked up from his clenched fists to see a cute girl with long blue hair glaring at him. "Sorry." He muttered sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "Do you know a Ranma Saotome?"

Akane blinked and nodded. "Yeah, I do."

"Where is he?!" Ryouga asked with urgency though he refrained from grabbing the girl as he did the other student.

"She."

"Excuse me?" Ryouga stopped and looked at the girl oddly.

"You meant to say 'where is she' didn't you?" Akane asked.

Shaking his head, Ryouga was losing his steam. "No. Ranma Saotome is a boy."

"Oh, must be a different Ranma Saotome. The one I met is a girl." She shrugged and started after her sister.

"I see. Maybe I got here ahead of him. I'll just wait." Ryouga considered the area and dropped his pack beside a tree for the shade.

Raising an eyebrow, Akane finally shook her head. "Suit yourself."

* * *

Together the five Senshi could stand up to anything. It was their faith in each other along with comradely. Alone, they were not weak, but it was only through teamwork that they could beat Beryl, her generals, and the Doom Tree sprites.

A new enemy was forming in Juuban, which was concerning the Senshi. Something nasty and low was toying with the very harmony of the people. This vile monster had to be dealt with before its evil scheme could come to fruition.

Ranma probably wasn't as bad as this new menace, but she was certainly up there.

"Did you see the way she was flaunting her breasts?! It's shameful!" Minako threw her arms to the air. Until that redhead had walked into their class, people had thought she was the cutest. And that fake attitude! The boy's were giving her the name of 'Forbidden Fruit', but Minako knew it was all some sort of clever ploy.

Rae grated her teeth as she glared at the redhead across the way. "I can't believe she called us bimbos."

"She didn't even pay attention during class." Makato added. "Just sat there growling."

"Well, class is kind of boring." Usagi sympathized with Ranma here.

Ami chewed her lip and tried to decide if maybe her friends were under some sort of mind control. They seemed awfully focused on Ranma lately, and the name-calling couldn't really stay with someone this long. Except for Rae, she amended. "Maybe we are judging her too harshly. Ranma might've been having a bad night or something." The look she got from her friends told her she wasn't helping with the discussion. "Nevermind."

"Look, there she is. Too good to sit with anyone else." Minako pointed to the redhead seated by herself along the perimeter of the school. She wasn't eating anything and was probably trying to distract herself with some sunbathing as she rested against one of the trees.

"I can't believe she called us bimbos." Rae's growl deepened.

"Maybe she has trouble making friends." Ami tried again. This time she was met with stares that seemed to say how stupid that statement had been. ". . ."

Minako put everyone back on track. "She's probably thinking of more ways to insult people."

"I can't believe she called us bimbos." Ami scooted a little further away from Rae. She wondered briefly if this little mental loop was healthy.

Makato seemed to suddenly think of something. "I wonder why she arrived at school in Mamoru's car?"

". . ." This finally got their thoughtful attention as the group sat in thought it over. For some, the possibilities had given them worse names to call the redhead.

Without a moment to lose, the group jumped to their feet and made a hasty walk to the tree Ranma had decided to sit beneath.

"Hi there." Usagi began in her melodious greeting voice.

Ranma-chan looked up as if noticing them for the first time and blinked. "Do somethin for ya?"

Makato spoke up first. "We're Mamoru's friends. We met you at the gates this morning."

Ranma remembered them now and frowned. She also noticed that they were blocking her sun. "I was trying to forget. What do you want?"

"How do you know Mamoru?" Minako asked curtly.

"Are you friends?" Usagi asked, not yet ready to give up that she could be friends with anyone.

Rae snorted after getting a closer look at Ranma's clothes. There was dirt, a few small tears, and the colors were faded. "Did he pick you out of the garbage?"

"Get lost. I'm busy." Scowling, Ranma turned her head from the group. If she had a lunch she would eat. If she had a book, she would read-that would be desperate, but anything would do. She had nothing so she studied the bark on the tree.

Rae stated, sitting down in front of Ranma and staring at her as though she could divine the answers she wanted, which she probably could with her fire. "Not until we get some answers first."

"Yeah, like what are you doing with my Mamo-kun!?" Usagi began to turn red at how uncooperative Ranma was being and assumed it was some secret to do with Mamoru.

Ranma-chan waved her hand dismissively. "Feh, like I want to do anything with that baka." She turned to watch Rae staring at her. With yesterday shot, and today looking no better, Ranma had bad omens for the rest of her life as she stared at the group before her.

"He's not a baka!" Usagi cried where she stood.

"He's certainly out of your league little girl." Rae scoffed, jabbing a finger into Ranma's collarbone.

A moment passed in silence where only Ami seemed to realize how angry Ranma was becoming. After last night, knowing full well how strong Ranma had been and how unprepared they were right now, helped Ami realize she should take some steps back.

Ranma continued to grit her teeth. Things just weren't going well for her at all since China, but this was pushing her too far. Staring at the finger jabbing her and following it to the owner, Ranma gave the group a slight warning with her growl. One of them seemed to take a hint, but the others . . they were about to learn why you shouldn't mess with Ranma Saotome.

The blue aura flickered and surrounded her like a flame as Ranma screamed at the group. "LEAVE ME ALONE!!"

The group of four tumbled head over heels across the field. Not having the strength of Sailor Scouts at the moment was a definite undersight.

When it was over, Usagi was upside down against a wall, Minako stuck in the bush beside her, and the rest scattered like leaves in the wind. She shivered. "Scary."

Rae pushed off the garbage bin that had landed on her head and spat out a bit of refuse. She glared again at the redhead as she talked to her friends. "Plan B?"

The group nodded; Ami sighed and shook her head.

* * *

Months ago Ranma might have had problems with entering girls' locker rooms, but again that was months ago. A lot happens when you're forced to live as a woman, constantly bothered by men, women, and fate. No bit of flesh got to her anymore, so repulsed she'd become of her own body, which somehow translated over to other girls after the hundredth time she was hit on.

As she finished changing into the bloomers and white T-shirt, Ranma picked up some snide remarks from the other girls. Apparently they thought her breasts were fake, which sounded completely ridiculous to Ranma. How do you fake breasts? At least she didn't stuff her bra with Kleenex as she saw others do.

Still, it seemed like people didn't like her just because she was built a little better and got more attention from the men, not that she wanted it anyway. Her little display of power this afternoon probably hadn't warmed anyone up to her anymore.

"Like I care." Ranma snorted and walked out of the locker room.

The game was soccer. The boys were inside the gym playing basketball, so the girls were free to use the whole athletic field. Teams were made and Ranma was placed in the front at the face-off. She noticed with some chagrin that the girls who were bothering her at lunch were on the opposing team. In fact, the tall one with her hair up in a ponytail was facing off against her for the ball.

Unaware of the tension, the teacher signaled for the game to start. Ranma traveled the ball up the field. Makato smiled and went in for a steal. Seeing it coming, Ranma was able to avoid Makato and continue, but not without being knocked to the ground.

"Oops." Makato put a hand over her mouth in mock-apology. "I slipped."

Ranma-chan growled and stood up. The game had been temporarily halted, but she ignored the teacher's offer to let her sit out. "Don't worry." She told the teacher. "I didn't feel anything."

The game continued. Ranma watched the opposition more closely to see who else was planning to 'trip' accidentally.

After about five minutes of play, all the girls who had tried to bully her at lunch, except the short blue-haired girl, had tried to 'slip', 'trip', and 'stumble'(Ranma wasn't sure, but Usagi might actually have been stumbling) into her. Ranma-chan did little to stop it, gauging the strength of her opponents and finding nothing special. After being beaten on by her father for ten years, these girls were nothing.

During that time, Ranma and her team had scored three points and hadn't allowed the other team to make any. The girls on Ranma's side were even beginning to cheer her on.

Prompted by more aggressive attempts to get a hit in, Ranma decided it was time to return the favor.

People on the sideline were shocked to see Ranma-chan actually speeding up. She'd been going at a fast rate for the past five minutes, but now she was moving beyond that of an Olympic athlete. They didn't know it, but they were watching the very first Anything Goes Soccer Game. Ranma-chan took the game to a new level, not to mention altitude, as she flowed over the competition, dribbling the ball on her knees.

Makato stood where Ranma would have to land and waited with her foot pulled back for a hard kick. She didn't expect Ranma to catch her leg and roll around it. When Ranma stood it was with Makato's leg on her shoulder, and the girl went down.

Ranma smirked and stepped on the down girl as she continued to dribble away with the ball.

Rae soon abandoned her position as Left Front and charged Ranma from the side with something that looked deceptively like a kick to the knees to Ranma.

Tapping the ball once more, Ranma hopped over the kick and landed on Rae's leg, sending the girl to the ground with a twisted ankle. It was nothing permanent, but it made Ranma feel better to hear the squawk of pain.

Ahead of her, Ranma saw the two blondes, Minako and Usagi, joining forces then running straight up the middle at her. A wicked smile crossed her face, and Ranma kicked the ball to Minako.

"What?" Minako looked stupidly at the ball at her feet and then to the charging redhead. Suddenly she didn't feel so good.

Usagi had continued her advance, unaware that Minako had stopped or that Ranma no longer had the ball. "This is for stealing my Mamo-kun!" she declared . . and tripped over her own feet.

Ranma-chan was actually a little surprised to see Usagi trip. Maybe her 'stumble' was actually that. Usagi wasn't really angry with her, just confused over what was going on, so Ranma didn't feel right about hurting the girl, much. Instead, she leapt over the blonde, spring-boarding off of her head and in the direction of Minako.

Usagi cried in surprise as she met the ground face first.

Minako was just realizing something was about to happen as Ranma swept the ball, and her footing, out from under her. She landed with a thud on her back and stared up at the grinning redhead as she continued, scoring a point at the end of her drive.

"Teehee." Ranma giggled girlishly. "Looks like I made another pointy wointy."

The senshi steamed, stumbling to their feet.

"But don't worry." Ranma-chan patted Rae on the head as she passed. "There is still plenty of time left in the game."

The teacher stood silent on the sidelines. Maybe the girls needed more training in soccer before they played. There was certainly a lot more accidents occurring than usual.

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Mamoru stood outside the school gates when classes were finally over. Ranma-chan strolled out of the building with a small smirk on her face. Maybe she was feeling better, he though. I knew Usagi could help.

As the redhead approached, Mamoru opened the passenger door and watched her settle in. "How was your first day of school?"

"Not bad." Ranma smiled, pulling the door closed.

A moment later, the five senshi walked out of the school heading for the Cherry Hill shrine for after school studies. A few were limping; they were some rather obvious bruises. They each had a look of checked fury.

". . ." Mamoru blinked and sat down behind the wheel.

"Started off kinda slow." Ranma-chan remarked, polishing her fingernails on her shirt then inspecting them. "But it picked towards the end."

". . ."

End Chapter Two

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Sorry this took so long to get out, but I was busy with other stories. I'll try to get things posted more regularly, but no guarantees.

Ja ne.