I'm apologising in advance for this story, but not char me too
badly with flames as this is my very first posting. C&C of any
description would be most appreciated. Also I would find any
suggestions on how to keep the characters in the fic and away
from me most useful. I'm too young to be revenged and I've
already got in enough trouble from them by not posting this until now.



Untitled: Part 1a
By Richard Drysdale
(Insert standard Takahashi type disclaimer)


It was a typical lunch break at Furikan High School, the sun was
shinning, the birds were singing, Ranma was having a fight with
somebody. Everything was normal at least just now. Today though
something would differ slightly from the routine, but for the
moment the normal fight was carrying on. Today's was one of those
which regularly occured, Ranma vs. Ryoga.

Ranma sprung upwards with practised ease, avoiding the leg sweep
that Ryoga had just attempted.

"You're getting slow P-Chan." He said, taunting his rival in the
usual fashion.

"Who're you calling P-Chan?" Ryoga replied angrily swinging a
series of hard punches at Ranma who bent and twisted to avoid
them.

"Well?" Ranma started to reply with another taunt, but was
interrupted before he could finish a third voice interrupted him.

"Prepare to die, honorless one! Today I will kill you for what you
did to me."

Much startled both combatants broke off the fight without thought.
To one side stood a figure concealed in a cloak the colour of
midnight.

Ryoga started to smirk slightly. Having yet another person with a
grudge again Saotome turn up was not at all unusual, but it still
confused Ranma until he managed to remember what he had done to
them. As he watched the figure leapt high into the air above the
two of them and began to descend rapidly.

Suddenly he realised that he was standing at the exact point where
the figure would land and so hurriedly dove to one side. The dark
clad figure landed in the middle of where they had been fighting,
both its hands had been balled together to form one huge fist and
the blow impacted the ground. Worryingly this strike caused the
ground to shake slightly and left a respectable crater in the middle
of which the figure crouched.

Straightening up from midst of the debris, the cloak wrapped figure
stood proud and defiant almost regally. For a moment it didn't move,
but just stood there with the ends of the cloak moving as if in a
wind which nothing else felt.

Nothing much could be seen of the wearer because the cloak concealed
them almost complete, covering them with its slick black hair from
head to toe. Only shadows were visible inside the hood.

A horse voice spoke from its depths, "You will now paid for all the
suffering that I have endured!"

It charged towards where the two of them stood. Their reactions were
completely different, Ryoga starting to just walk away, Ranma
attempting to formulate a plan of action while wonder who in his life
he had ever insulted in any way this could be. It seemed that almost
everybody he had known was going to turn up if he waited long enough.

It was because of these habits and ingrained responses that everybody
was surprised when the figure ignored Ranma completely and instead
delivered a flying kick straight into Ryoga's side which flung him
into a wall before he could finish turning. Unfortunately for it, the
figure seemed not to be expecting Ranma's attack and took a punch hard
in its side.

The figure stumbled slightly as it landed, but steadied quickly then
made its way to where Ryoga was groaning in a wall.

"Are you all right?" Ranma asked, nervously approaching this person.

It didn't take a genius to realise that this newcomer had not been
after him at all. It was highly usual yes, but it seemed to be true.
It was just that something made him nervous as he got closer.

The figure turned abruptly towards him and glared him straight at him
from the beneath the hood.

"It's none of your business, so stay out of it unless you want to
fight me as well." It hissed at him.

It was unusual for Ranma to admit that he was wrong, but he almost
had before this being had rubbed him up the wrong way.

"Hey, you're the one who interrupted our fight." He retorted fiercely.

"You couldn't beat a fly, let alone him." Who ever it was was
becoming more and more irritated if its tone of voice was anything to
judge by.

"Well, I could beat you any time." Ranma boasted proudly.

"Oh, yeah?" Came the response.

"Yeah!" He sneered.

"We'll see about that." With that the figure dropped into a fighting
stance and Ranma did likewise.

Ryoga had just managed to extract himself from the debris of the
wall. He could hardly believe that he had been hit that hard.
Reaching over one shoulder he pulled out his trademark umbrella.
Walking up behind his current opponent he tapped them on the shoulder
with his free hand.

"Yes, what do you want?" The figure spat, spinning around. Ryoga
just gestured with his umbrella.

"Oh!" From its posture it seemed embarrassed then it glanced back
towards Ranma, "We'll fight later, I've got to deal with this pig
first."

Ryoga blanched at her words, how could she possibly know? This
chain of thought was cut off as the figure attacked.

For the first few seconds Ryoga was on the defensive as her
gathered his wits. In this time he was unfortunate enough to feel
several blows from his opponent. He's at least as strong as I am,
Ryoga decided worriedly. Trying to gain the advantage of momentum
he swung his umbrella. He was not expecting what happened next.

"Kyaa!" With a yell the figure neither blocked nor dodged, but
instead met the weapon with a blow of its own from one hand. A
second later Ryoga found himself staring at his now foreshortened
weapon.

With an angry yell he reached to his forehead and ripped off
several bandannas, throwing them as a flurry at the person who
broke his favourite possession.

The figure tried to dodge, but could not escape completely from
the attack. The concealing cloak shredded and fell away.

Beneath it stood a girl stood revealed.

She was quite pretty with dark brown hair and hazel eyes, she
looked about fifteen or sixteen years old. In fact her appearance
in general could be thought of as quite pretty if it wasn't for
the almost tangible aura of menace which surrounded her. That and
the fangs which were revealed as she snarled at her opponent. It
was not that that they detracted from her appearance, just that for
some reason her posture gave the impression that she really wanted
to use them on somebody.

"Prepare to die, Hibiki!" She spat venomously at him and charged
straight for him while he was still flat footed at the fact that he
had been fighting a girl.


CONTINUED IN PART 1b





There isn't a Part 1b that I dare to post yet, but you can look at
part 1c instead. Once I've got part b done then I'll post them
together as a proper part 1.


Oh, just in case anybody looks at the stories on my homepage,
Natsuko from "Visit to the Devil's Workshop..." is the girl who
starts being introduced in this story.


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