Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. The Ranma 1/2 cast belong to Rumiko Takahashi and Gundam Wing belongs to someone...sorry, I don't know who.

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Chapter One: Incoming

On the streets of Nerima, Tokyo, Ranko Saotome happily hummed as she casually walked on the wooden fences.

She had finally mastered that new martial arts technique she had been working on. It had taken a long time, but she had finally done it.

Ranko smiled as she thought what the old ghoul would say now. Then she suddenly frowned again, wrinkling her pretty face. She still had to improve a lot.

That technique took her twenty-four hours and that was not good enough. She had to beat the old ghoul before Shampoo got back from China. If she didn't, she'd have to fight Shampoo again, and she hated the thought of doing that. She'd already beaten the other girl five times, and she was afraid that one of these days Shampoo wasn't going to get up again.

The only way out was to beat the old ghoul, Shampoo's great-grandmother, and nullify that stupid kiss of death. This whole misunderstanding was all a mistake. How was she suppose to know that defeating Shampoo in combat meant her death? Those tribal laws of Shampoo's was so outdated, not mentioning dangerous.

Of course most people would consider twenty-four hours to master a completely new martial art attack a ridiculously short time. People found it even harder to believe when the person involved was small buxom redhead, who had just recently turned sixteen.

If they had known her then they wouldn't have thought so. She was a prodigy. She only had to see the technique once and she could, with intense practice, duplicate the technique, sometimes improving it too. Ranko was an unusual girl to say the least. Despite her looks, Ranko went out of her way to look as unfeminine as possible. She was often heard to say that she'd die before wearing a dress, but never in her mother's presence.

Ranko's choice in clothing was more suitable for a young boy than a young girl. The plain and simple fact was that Ranko was a tomboy, and very happy about it.

She enjoyed roofhopping to walking on the sidewalk, would rather stroll along the top of a fence then through a mall, and much preferred discussing the latest martial arts movie to gossiping about who was doing what with who.

Ranko stopped walking abruptly. In front of her was a pinkish cat with really cute blue eyes. The way the cat was looking at her almost seemed as though she knew something Ranko didn't. "Huh? What a strange looking cat you are."

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"Are you sure about this?" A young boy, in his twenties, with brown curly hair asked. His partner looked irritated.

His friend replied, "Yes, I'm sure Bart. We need to do this or there will be no future. Besides, orders are to be followed and I don't want to face the boss' wrath." the blond girl with green eyes sighed.

"Okay, I trust you now Sayuka." Bart pushed the button. "There's no turning back . . . it's just that Ranko is not going to be easy to deal with if she finds out."

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"Hmm..." Ranko was having a staring contest with the cute little creature.

All of a sudden the ground collapsed underneath the cat. "Meow..." The cat cried out.

Ranko dived for the cat... and found herself falling along with it.

"Aahhhhh!!!" All Ranko could see was darkness. "WHO did this to ME???? If I find out I'M GONNA GET'CHA for this!!!!!"

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Bart and Sayuka sweated nervously.

"See. Look what you've done." Bart accused Sayuka.

"But there was no other choice!"

Bart ignored Sayuka's protest and glared at her. Just great... now we're in trouble, Bart grimaced at the thought, Damn! Why'd it have to be that crazy redhead?

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End Chapter One.