Ranma ½ is the property and invention of Rumiko Takahashi. The following story is not produced for any monetary or personal gain. Its sole purpose is to entertain using the characters and plots developed by Takahashi. ALL rights reserved

By Lord Overon

Prologue:

A short and very beautiful girl stood outside the gates of the Tendo Dojo. The rain poured around her, drenching her thoroughly. Her clothes clung to her body tightly, enhancing her already endearing physique. There she stood for a long time in silent thought, nervously fidgeting with her backpack. She examined the tattered piece of paper her father had left her with.

'Go to the Tendo Dojo, in Nerima. I will meet you there.'

It was a very grand place indeed this Tendo Dojo. The solid stone walls were impressive for this part of the city and the house itself was quite a work of craftsmanship. She had missed seeing houses like these. Vaguely she remembered an image of her own home, but nothing solid formed in her mind. She wished she could go home now, but she did not know where home was.

Gazing upon the place, she wondered how her old man knew these people. To her knowledge, her father had not had any old friends. Maybe some member of her family owned the house. It would be nice to settle down for awhile. She had never known a home for so long.

She sighed; it wouldn’t be fair to them. She already carried too much baggage. It wouldn’t be fair to them if she stayed. She would find her father sooner or later. It was just a knack of hers for finding him. She was ready to leave when...

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Akane Tendo hurried back from movies. She had been gone a bit too long and knew that her father would be worried. She was supposed to be home about two hours ago. Normally that would not have been a problem, but with the rain pouring down heavily and the gloomy sky above, he would naturally be a bit more concerned. The rain had already soaked through her shoes and into her socks. Her toes squished against the once hard dry material, she ran now. She was already wet anyway. She bowed her head and ran full speed against the rain, her umbrella buffeting her against its onslaught.

She ran up to the gates of the Dojo when she saw a pair of feet under the hem of the umbrella. By now, it was too late to stop with the momentum she had. She braced for the impact. Whoever she hit went flying into a puddle of water. Akane lifted the umbrella to get a good look at just who exactly she had hit.

Lying in a puddle was a young girl about her age wearing strange, unfamiliar clothes. Akane could tell that the girl wasn’t all too happy about the encounter. Akane walked up to the girl.

"Sorry about that, I wasn’t looking where I was going."

The girl’s face softened. "It’s alright, no harm done I guess. I was soaking anyway."

The girl flipped forward off the ground effortlessly much to the astonishment of Akane.

"Bye," replied the girl.

Akane was struck out of her reverie.

"Hey, why don’t you come and dry out in the house?" offered Akane, "It is partially my fault that you’re wet."

Ranma stared at the girl who was smiling at him her smile seemed so warm and comforting. Her aura beamed of kindness. Maybe going inside wasn’t a bad idea. She could check out the household and see what exactly her father wanted or had to do with this place.

"Okay."

The two girls walked into the compound...

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