Disclaimer stuff:  Ranma and his wacky bunch are owned by Rumiko Takahashi.
Yohko and her crew are owned by Toho Co., Ltd./Madhouse.  May I fall into the
Spring of Drowned Mamono before I claim any of them for my own.  The only
character in here that's mine is Jujan.
   This is the second draft of part 1.  I'd like to thank everyone who sent me
comments on the original draft, and encouraged me to keep going.  Jeez, Mr. 
Cobb was right about *something*--people *do* comment more on fics with Ranma
in them.  I got more comments on this one chapter than I did on most of the
rest of my stories combined... ^_^

                            Yin, Yang, and Yohko
                  A Devil Hunter Yohko/Ranma 1/2 Crossover
                                   Part 1

   "See, Yohko?  I told you the shopping was great in Nerima."  Chigako
grinned at her friend as Yohko held a blue dress in front of herself for the
mirror.
   The teenaged exorcist grinned.  "'I bear no desire for high-priced fa-
shions,'" she paraphrased.  "'But for you purveyors of costly garments, since
the time I could walk, I have been your destroyer!  Chigako Ogawa, first gen-
eration Bargain Hunter, is here!  Merchants beware!'"  Chi colored as Yohko
and her apprentice Azusa burst into giggles.
   "Har de har har," Chi grumped, not really displeased.  She then smirked.
"*Second* generation.  Mom taught me everything I know."
   Azusa managed to stop giggling, and examined a purple scarf, holding it
up to her hair.  "Not really my color," she decided, tossing it back into the
bin.  Her attention was drawn by another one, yellow with black markings, par-
tially buried amongst the other kerchiefs.  Her hand darted in and pulled it
free.  "Eep!"
   Yohko turned her head at Azusa's cry of surprise.  "Are you okay?"
   "There was a pig sleeping in this bin!" Azusa exclaimed.  "It just sur-
prised me, is all."
   Yohko and Chi converged on Azusa and her find.  "Aw, it's cute!" Yohko
chucked the little piglet under the chin, who looked extremely embarrassed.
   "Wonder what he was doing in there," Chigako mused, as her friends fussed
over the blushing pig.
   "I dunno," Azusa answered.  "He must belong to somebody, though.  Look at
the bandanna."
   Just then, a voice exclaimed from behind them. "Charlotte!  That's Azusa's
widdle Charlotte!"
   The three friends turned as one to see a girl with long, wavy brown hair
standing before them, a cute pout on her face.  "Azusa wants her Charlotte!"
   Azusa, the shorter green-haired one, nodded.  "Sure.  I found him in that
bin there."  She passed the piglet over, tightening her grip to keep the sud-
denly squirming swine from breaking free.  "I'm glad you found us.  I didn't
know what we were going to do with him."
   The taller Azusa grabbed 'Charlotte', hugging the struggling pig to her
bosom.  "Charlotte!  Charlotte!  You came back to Azusa!  Let's go, Char-
lotte!"  Without another word, she turned and left the store.  As she reached
the sidewalk outside, inline rollers popped out from her shoes, and she skat-
ed away at high speed, frantic "bwee's" trailing behind from the pig.
   Yohko, Chigako, and Azusa exchanged glances.  "You're welcome!" they shou-
ted after the girl's retreating form.
   Chi sniffed.  "How rude!  Not even a reward."
   "Just a 'thank you' would have been nice..." Azusa commented.
   "Money would have been better," Chi riposted.
   "Girls, please!" Yohko said, raising her voice to drown out those of her
friends.  "It's after noon, and I'm starved.  Can you shelve the discussion
for after lunch?"
   At the mention of food, Chi's stomach rumbled, to Yohko and Azusa's amuse-
ment.  "I guess I'm a little hungry, too..." she admitted.
   "But what about your diet?" Azusa teased.
   "Don't mention that word," Chi responded, a furious, but obviously fake,
scowl on her face.  "I'm eating lunch, and I pity the fool who gets in my
way!"  With that, she marched to the cashier's desk to pay for her purchases.
   Yohko and Azusa followed suit, and they walked out the door with their
packages.
   "Where should we go?" Yohko asked.
   "I know just the place," Chigako grinned.  "The Nekohanten.  Best ramen in
the whole city."  She nudged Yohko with her elbow.  "And a really *cute* guy
working there."
   "Chi!" Yohko protested, blushing.  "It's not like I go for *every* cute guy
I see!"
   "Wanna bet?" Chi and Azusa asked in unison, giggling.
   "Ohhhhh, *you*!" Yohko increased her pace to walk ahead of her friends, her
nose dramatically in the air.
   "Yohko!  Watch out for the--"
   <SMACK!>
   "--telephone pole..."
   Yohko rebounded backwards onto the sidewalk, all four limbs and her pony-
tails splaying out comically across the concrete.  Chi and Azusa ran up to
her and looked down at their unfortunate friend.
   "Ouch," Yohko said, very calmly, from her position on the ground.
   Chi offered Yohko a hand up.  "If you're okay," she said.  "We're here."
   Yohko kippuped to her feet before noticing Chi's outstretched hand, seeing
a restaurant across the street.  As the trio stood there, loud shouts and
crashes began emanating from the building.
   "Maybe we came at a bad time?" Azusa asked, idly fingering her transforma-
tion ring.  A blinking caught her eye.
   "Yohko!" she shouted, pointing at her ring.  Yohko quickly glanced at her
own ring and confirmed the warning they were giving.
   "What?" Chi asked, puzzled.
   "Devil attack," Yohko explained, bringing her ringed hand to her chest.
There was a flash of light, and she was tossed into the air, her street
clothes exploding from her body as the forces her ring unleashed spun her
around.  She brought her hands in front of her now-bare chest, and a black and
white yin/yang symbol appeared between them.  It affixed to her chest, and
quickly expanded into a red dress, the sides slit high for maximum freedom of
movement.  She came to land neatly on her feet and struck her usual pose.
   In the meantime, Azusa accomplished her simpler transformation.  She mere-
ly pirouetted, her fighting dress forming about her body even as her street
clothes shredded themselves into nothingness.  Her dress contrasted from Yoh-
ko's primarily in that it had a miniskirt, sleeves, fingerless gloves in place
of the armbands, and cloth leggings in place of the leg bands.  In moments,
she was ready.
   "Let's go, Azusa!" Yohko called.
   "Right!"  Both girls charged for the restaurant's front door, leaving Chi
behind.
   "Hey!" Chi yelled after them.  "Don't forget--get the contract first!"
   As usual, the Devil Hunters ignored their mercenary "manager's" advice in
their zeal to perform their duty.  Chigako sighed in frustration.  "Why could-
n't I have hooked up with Devil Hunters that like money?" she asked no one in
particular.
   As they neared the doors, Yohko reached her ring hand out, sending a blast
of energy ahead to open the doors for them and announce their presence.
   Nothing like a dramatic entrance to soften up the opposition.

   Ten minutes earlier, inside the Nekohanten:

   Akane grimly shoveled ramen noodles into her mouth, ignoring the red-haired
girl sitting across from her.  Of all the places to bring her for the 'date'
their fathers had insisted on Ranma taking her, why did it have to be *here*?
The Nekohanten was one of the places one or more of Ranma's other 'fiancees'
were *sure* to be.  Even now, Shampoo, one of the aforementioned fiancees, was
hovering nearby, practically waiting on Ranma hand and foot.
   "Shampoo get airen more ramen?  Perhaps tea?  Or hot water?"
   _Pathetic,_ Akane grumbled to herself.
   "Uh, just the hot water, Shampoo.  Thanks," Ranma answered.
   When the teenaged amazon left, Akane grabbed Ranma by the front of her
shirt.  "You idiot!  The *last* place you take a girl on a date is somewhere
like this!  Try *thinking* next time!"
   Ranma sighed.  "I *was* thinking.  I was thinking about how *your* sister
managed to grab my last yen not three hours ago.  It was either here or Uc-
chan's."
   "Ah, I see..." Akane said quietly.  "So you brought your date to one of the
places where you *knew* you could get free food because one of the girls there
likes you.  You insensitive *jerk*!  *Die*, Ranma!"  The next moment saw Ranma
on the floor, rubbing her jaw where Akane's fist had landed.
   "Saotome!" an angry voice called from the door to the kitchen.  As Ranma
and Akane looked in that direction, Mousse stomped into the dining area, a
look of fury on his face as he stood before Akane, glaring directly at her.
"How *dare* you strike Shampoo!  It's time for a lesson in manners!"
   Akane's eyes widened in panic as she realized what Mousse meant to do.  Be-
fore she could say anything, Mousse's clenched fist was restrained by Ranma.
   "If you touch her," Ranma said calmly, "you're one dead duck."
   Mousse was thrown into confusion.  "What?  Saotome?  Then who...?"  He
peered nearsightedly at the blur he had been about to attack.
   Akane sighed in mixed relief and frustration.  "Put on your glasses," she
said in an aggrieved tone.
   Mousse sheepishly pulled his thick spectacles down from his forehead and
blushed as Akane's features zoomed into focus. "My...my apologies, Ms. Tendo."
   Akane smiled.  "It's okay, Mousse.  Just...be a bit more careful, huh?"  A-
kane suddenly realized that Mousse was no longer paying attention to her, fo-
cusing instead at something behind her, a look of near-terror on his face.  A
glance at Ranma revealed a similar expression.  Slowly, not sure she wanted to
see what could frighten both Mousse and Ranma, she turned, and her blood went
cold.
   It wasn't wholly the appearance of the beast that so unnerved her, though
it was certainly ugly enough.  It was the aura; an almost tangible field of
pure malice and hate.  Unconciously, the short-haired girl took a step back,
closing her eyes rather than view this nightmare-turned-flesh.  "R-ranma...
what... what is that thing?"
   "How should I know?"  Ranma's bluster was marred by a slight quaver in her
voice.
   "Aiya!  What *that*?!"  Shampoo's voice was an uncharacteristic shriek.
She stood in the doorway between the dining area and the kitchen, too daunted
by the fiend to progress further.
   Cologne, seeing the doorway blocked, hopped over the counter to stand next
to Ranma.  Shampoo, shamed, managed to join the group, each step closer to the
beast increasing her fear.
   Cologne spoke up.  "Who are you and what are you doing in my restaurant?"
she demanded.  "Your kind is unwelcome here!"
   The creature turned it's malevolant crimson eyes toward the diminutive wo-
man, who stood her ground defiantly.  "I am Jujan," it spoke, it's voice con-
juring images of slaughter and pestilence.  "Baron of Woe, Lord of Terror, 
High--"
   "Enough!" Cologne snapped, losing patience.  "Why are you here?"
   The demon narrowed it's eyes at the old woman, but answered.  "To claim my
bride."
   As one, Akane and Shampoo drew back, even as Ranma and Mousse instinctive-
ly closed ranks to protect them.  "You're not touchin' them!" Ranma growled.
   "You'll have Shampoo over my dead body!" Mousse proclaimed.
   "Be wary," Cologne warned.  "This is a powerful devil.  Powerful enough to
defeat any one of us, and that includes me." She glanced at Akane and Sham-
poo.  "We don't which one of you he desires, so both of you stay away from
him.  Let us handle him."
   The demon laughed.  "I want neither of those trollops!  My bride is *that*
one!"  One clawed finger pointed--directly at Ranma, still in girl form.
   Cologne blinked.  "Hmm, *that* was unexpected."
   Ranma lost her composure entirely.  With a sound of disgust, she backed a-
way.  "N-no way!  I'm a--"
   The demon lunged for her.  Ranma shrieked and dodged out of the way.
"Lemme alone!  I'm not a--"
   A bonbori intercepted the next lunge, and the devil rocked back from the
blow to its midsection.  "You leave airen alone!  Shampoo kill!"  With that,
the azure-haired girl waded into combat, swinging both her maces with deadly
intent.
   The creature snorted, easily dodging even her fastest blows.  A swift
backhand sent his annoyance into a wall.  "Ow!"  Shampoo slowly collapsed to
the floor.
   "How dare you harm Shampoo!" cried Mousse, unleashing his chains, wrapping
his target to the point of immobility.
   "No, Mousse--don't!"  Cologne's warning was too late, as a stream of vio-
let-hued energy shot down the links of the devil's bonds, into Mousse's body.
He shrieked in agony as the burning energy coruscated through him.
   "Son-in-Law!" Cologne called.  "Quickly--we must strike together, or
Mousse will die!"
   "Gotcha, old woman!"  Ranma prepared his ki blast, even as the ancient
amazon aimed her staff at the creature.
   "I'll help, too!" Akane shouted, drawing her mallet from Wherever.
   "No, Akane!" Ranma yelled.  "Get back.  You'll just get hurt!"
   "Shut up, Ranma!"  Akane drew her weapon back.
   "Now!"  Cologne called, thrusting the glowing tip of her staff forward.
   "Mokou--" A ball of ki energy began forming in Ranma's hand.
   Akane shouted something incoherent and began to charge.
   Just before any of the three attacks could continue, the doors to the
street blasted apart, showering the fighters in bits of wood.  Mousse took
advantage of the distraction to release his chains.  He breathed a sigh of
relief as his torment ended.  All eyes within the restaurant turned toward
the door, as two figures stepped through the cloud of dust and into view.
   The taller one, with her braids forming twin loops on either side of her
head, stepped forward, a large sword shimmering into existance in her hand.
Her head was bowed as she began speaking.  "We can bear no enmity towards
those coerced into evil..."
   The shorter girl, wearing a scarf in her hair that looked remarkably like
bunny ears from the right angle, moved to stand next to her companion, her
gaze also aimed at the floor.  "We exist to battle the evil ones, who toy
with the souls of men."  A spear appeared in her hands.
   The first one continued the spiel.  "Since time immemorial, we have been
your destroyers!"  Her head shot up to view her audience.  "Devil Hunter
Yohko..."
   The other girl's head shot up as well.  "Devil Hunter-in-Training
Azusa..."
   "ARE HERE!" they shouted in unison, spinning their weapons around to point
at Jujan.  "Beware!"
   Ranma blinked.  "...they've *gotta* be kidding..."
   "They'd *better* not be more fiancees for you, Ranma..." Akane muttered.
   "Hey, I never saw 'em before in my life!" Ranma protested.
   "And since when does *that* stop you?"
   "Have I mentioned recently how uncute you are?"
   Klonks on the heads from Cologne's staff reminded the arguing teenagers of
more important matters.  They returned attention to Jujan, who was glowering
at the newcomers.
   "Devil Hunters..." the creature hissed.  He glanced around the room, eval-
uating the shifted odds, and not liking the result.  "You win this day, but I
*shall* be back.  Bride, prepare yourself for your groom's return--in one
week's time."  A gesture, and the creature was gone, taking the sense of op-
pression that had heralded his arrival with him.
   "Ewwww..." Ranma's face twisted into a grimace.  "I'd sooner die."
   "You just attract them from all over, don't you, Ranma?" Akane commented.
"You really *are* a pervert."
   "Hey!  It's not like I asked for this, or anything!"
   Cologne's attention turned towards the newcomers.  "Devil Hunters, eh?"
she greeted them.  "I haven't seen your kind in almost forty years."  She
paused, considering an old memory.  "What line do you represent?"
   "Mano." Yohko answered humbly, but her pride in her line still showed.
   Cologne cackled happily.  "Then you must know Madoka!"  She peered at Yoh-
ko more carefully.  "Yes, I see her features in you.  Her granddaughter?"
   "Yes," the Devil Hunter nodded, surprised.  "How do you know her?"
   "Oh, she visited our village in China way back when," Cologne replied.
"Helped us out with a little problem we were having.  I'm glad to see her
blood runs true to this day."  The old woman turned and hopped to the center
of the room.  "Ramen on the house!" she announced.
   "All right!" Ranma grinned.
   "Um, is it safe yet?" Yohko and Azusa turned to see Chigako poking her
head in the shattered doorway.
   "Oh, yeah!  Come on in, Chi!"  Yohko turned back toward the other people
in the Nekohanten.  In one corner, a short-haired girl was arguing with a
pigtailed redhead, while a purple-haired girl spoke with the old woman who
had greeted them behind the counter, where it looked like they were preparing
a veritable feast of ramen.  And in the center of the room, straightening a
fallen table....
   "A hunk!" Yohko exclaimed, louder than she intended, her eyes fastened on
the muscular long-haired boy, who stood there blinking, wondering who had
just said that.
   Chigako exchanged a glance with Azusa.  "Here we go again," they chorused.
   A sharp crack came from the kitchen.  Cologne glanced at her great-grand-
daughter, noting the broken ramen bowl in Shampoo's hands.  "Mm-*hmm*," she
nodded to herself.

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* Kent Magami and David Outram (kmagami@hsonline.net) *
*Second Deacon of Ryoga, Tracker of the Wandering One *
*Co-founder and High Priest of the Holy Order of A-ko *
*      Motto: You can *never* have enough C-kos!      *
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*  Save the fighting for the classroom! -- Miss Ayumi *
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*  One more step, and I would have advanced two ranks *
* and earned three meals a day.  I, Damaramu, will    *
* regret this.... -- Damaramu                         *
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