I just up and seemed to want to do this.  Don't expect anything to come
of it any time soon (never at all, according to the response I get from
this teaser).  I have a few other fics that take priority over this and
some others, so don't hold your breath for the first part of this.
PM Productions Presents
A Phillip Masters Ranma Fanfic
(Hey, I just like Ranma, can't help it)
Cracked Foundations
Prologue (draft)

     Her life was over.  No more, he was no more.  Unfortunately, that
fact had been what she thought was the beginning of her life.  However,
she didn't count on the sorted reactions of the others.  Never would she
had dreamed that the one's she cared for so much would just up and turn
on her like that.  Her father was the first.  He was unable to accept
it, she thought she might have driven him insane.  Her mother simply
disowned her, since her father lacked the cognitive skills to do so.  
     As if this wasn't bad enough, everyone else seemed to give the cold
shoulder.  Her best friends treated her as some sort of freak.  They
couldn't understand what she was going through, so shunned her.  She
couldn't find it in her heart to blame them for being human.  The
scariest part of it was she could see herself doing the same.  
     The worst of it, of course, was the declaration of hatred from the
woman she loved.  Never before had she felt such a sharp stab of icy
pain.  No physical harm could, or would, ever come close.  She had
pleaded, almost in tears, for her to reconsider.  She tried to do
anything in her power to change things.  It was just that what her love
wanted she couldn't give.  The *man* she loved.  
---perspective change :P-------     
     So, with a sad and crushed heart I left.  Nothing more was here for
me, so I turned my gaze outward, never to look back.  
     I made it about ten kilometers before I found myself in a bar,
drinking myself stupid.  I was rather surprised at the amount of sake I
could hold.  It seemed that Kami endowed those with great pain a greater
tolerence to the antidote.  I thanked Kami for the twentieth time as I
shot another cup down my allready raw throat.
     At first I thought she was a hallucination.  She just sat down next
to me without a word or glance.  Her cute features seemed troubled by
something.  With a delicate hand she lifted the finely crafted cup to
her lips, daintily sipping the warm contents.  I was rather mesmorized
by the whole scene.
     Now, it is said that the greatest stories were told in bars.  Some
of the greatest adventures had started in such walls as these as well.
It was a place of human desperation, soaked deeply in the very heart of
the soul.  In all actuallity, I was probably just drunk.  I decided to
strike up a conversation with this young woman.  
     "Hello."  I said, amazed at how clear my voice was.  
     The woman looked up at me, halting the advancement of another drink
on its way to her lips.  She seemed to study me, very intently.  I saw
many things in her deep eyes at that moment, things I would never
forget.  Mostly because I was sure they were mirror reflections of my
own.  
     Then, interestingly enough, she smiled.  "Hello."
     I found myself extraordinarilly elated by her simple greeting.
Here I was, a woman depressed, her veins filled with alchohol, and I was
on cloud nine suddenly.  "What's you name?"  I asked, unable to think of
anything else off hand, and in my current state.
     "I'm not sure anymore.  I suppose you can still call me by my old
name, Ranma."  She said, her face growing a little darker with every
word.
     It was a nice enough name, I decided.  "Well, nice to meet you
Ranma, my name's Kusinagi."
     She smiled again, it was a very pretty smile.
END PROLOGUE (draft)
Oi.  What is with me lately?  Can't seem to stop myself from screwing
with the Ranma continuum for some reason.  Well, as always Comments
appreciated (an mandatory for the future of this story).  Send 'em my
way.
PMasters      

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dream.  Woke up too late, wasn't where I should have been.  For goodness
sake, what's happening to me?  Write lively, yours truly, Dear Diary." -
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